[right][h2][indent][indent][color=7bcdc8]Nemo.[/color][/indent][/indent][/h2][/right]
Honestly Rahul hadn’t been too sure what to expect for the group’s reunion. He’d been mulling over the possible scenarios in his head for the past couple of days as the Nautilus made its way to Gibraltar. Most of which seemed rather sombre, with Rahul picturing the meeting to be one of reflection and remembrance of the ones that they had to leave behind in the field. He’d even imagined it being simply one of business; essentially a regular briefing like from the days of old. What he hadn’t pictured however was his old teammates returning with barrels of alcohol!

“[color=7bcdc8]Maybe save some for after the war, eh Wilhelm?[/color]” Captain Nemo joked charismatically, as he approached his old friend, holding out his hand in front of him for him to shake. "[color=7bcdc8]Good to see you, old friend![/color]"

The captain was currently wearing his [url=http://cdn4.dualshockers.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/The-Mandate-uniform_04.jpg]usual uniform[/url], which largely resembled that which he had warn in his previous years during Overwatch. Unlike Reinhardt, Rahul tended not to wear his suit unless it was absolutely necessary. It was an experimental prototype after all, and he did not want to accidentally incapacitate it before even going into combat. While he’d probably be able to fend for himself if that happened, he would be of absolutely no use to his team, which was the most crucial thing.

Instead, various members of his crew had arrived at the Watchpoint alongside him, dragging along a huge storage container containing everything he would need. As well as that, they were helping to refurbish the outpost with more weaponry and security, at the personal request of Winston himself. 

Rahul was about to approach the scientist himself to inform him that his men were in position, when he caught sight of the man relaxing on the couch. Seeing Morrison wearing that ridiculous costume finally confirmed the theories Nemo had been conducting in his head ever since his sources had first spotted the vigilante, Soldier 76. As such, the revelation wasn’t all too much of a surprise, so instead of opening his mouth in disbelief, he simply let out a laugh. 

“[color=7bcdc8][b]Hah![/b] I knew that had to be you Morrison![/color]” He jested, all the while taking in the all so familiar surroundings around him. “[color=7bcdc8]I must ask though, what’s with your newfound love of the number 76? Your lucky number perhaps?[/color]”