[h2][center][color=9e0b0f]Neil Edwards (A.K.A. Firestorm)[/color][/center][/h2] 

Neil slipped away as silently as a mouse while Commander Hale did her duty. Despite his ability to make things go explode, and messing up plans, he can move fluidly and without sound when need be. It was the mark of a troublemaker for him to get into and out of places in order to actually cause trouble. 

However, it seemed that his expertise would be used in other ways. Oh well, that's how the cookie crumbles. He would expect he'd have just as much fun gunning things down as he would slipping in unnoticed to mess up the UNF's day. He always felt like he was one-upping one of his old teachers in school when fighting the UNF, which was just a delicious feeling.  

Speaking of delicious... 

Neil popped in some teriyaki beef jerky into his mouth as he was further briefed by Aura, chewing greedily. His eyes caught the new soldier guy. Neil gave him a fierce grin when he was given a nod. "[color=9e0b0f]Seems if things go crazy, me and you are going in balls deep.[/color]" Neil said, matter of fact through the food in his mouth. The turn of phrase might have been lost on others, but he mostly meant they'd go into assault fast and forceful. He held a finger up. "[color=9e0b0f]I have not gone balls deep in waaaay too long. Hopefully we uh, get a chance for that.[/color]" 

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When it was time to assemble, Neil closed up 189's repaired spots and climbed up his Valk and hopped into the cockpit. It looked like an old car interior, to anyone who bothered to check. The seat was comfortable, and he popped open a cold soft drink beverage as he awaited instructions. If he had been wearing a uniform, now was the time for him to take it off and put on some real clothes, or go shirtless. Luckily, he'd already climbed in wearing a hardrock T-shirt. 

"[color=9e0b0f]Alright boys and girls,[/color]" he said over the comm. "[color=9e0b0f]Let's get ready to fumble.[/color]"