Daniel was still cradling his rifle while getting his marching orders, to take his gear down to a drop point and have it check. He hoped they knew his tech wasn't allowed to be toyed with, GST didn't share there toys with anyone no matter the reason. He turned and stepped off to drop his equipment, more than anything he wanted a bunk he'd he was jet lagged and tired. He'd gone from his house at Fort Bragg to the airport then straight into a an overnight flight.

It had sucked, his transfer meant yet again his daughter was staying with his sister while he was off on a business trip. He hated lying to Katie he wanted to stay home and be a parent but being a soldier changed that, while this might not have been his usual gig he was going to do best he could. Finally arriving at the G.M.D. He laid his rifle on the table, speaking opening as he pulled off his sunglasses. "Daniel Matthews, Spectre, USA, special transfer." He added, knowing he wasn't allowed to talk about his work because it had never happened for all they were allowed to know he was mercenary.

"Don't touch the sights, just dialed them in before I left." He warned the clerk, before laying his sidearm on the table, next retrieving his drone. "Be careful with the little guy, he's worth more than I make in a year." He grinned setting the hover drone down on the table. Next he got out his eye piece and cross comm, laying it down on the table. "Whole thing is classified so no pictures. He next laid down the magnetic's sensors he had with him as well, before turning looking at the others who were there. 

He decided to just move to the far wall and check his phone, maybe call his daughter and let her know daddy was okay. He sighed and just unlocked it staring at a photo of the two of them sitting on the porch swing, it was hard to believe she was four years old now. He wondered then smiled putting his shades back on and looking at the box of smoke's in ammo pouch thinking about having one.