[b]ALL MEMBERS OF DELTA SQUAD REPORT TO MISSION CONTROL FOR BRIEFING[/b]

Jacque Marrow let out a long growl as he was awakened from his slumber. It figured that he'd get called out for a mission just as he'd managed to get his bed at the temperature he liked. The man huffed and climbed out of what served as his bed -a large tub like structure filled with hot water- and yanked a towel from his dresser and began to dry his head, "I swear whatever this is better be important." he growled, his voice muffled by the towel's fluffy cotton. Jacque quickly dried off and tossed on his clothes, sparing one forlorn glance at the warm inviting waters of his 'bed' before sighing and walking out of his room. As he walked down the hall, Jacque couldn't help but notice some of the personnel casting wary glances at him, 'Yea, like you assholes are so charming to be around.' he hissed mentally. Jacque hated having to leave his room; he was the type of person who preferred not to be noticed, not an easy feat for a man who stood at 6'5" and was built like a brick wall with legs. Couple that with the fact that the people that worked on the base knew what he was capable of, and it was no wonder that people kept an eye on him, and he hated every second of it.

Jacque entered the control room, keeping his eyes on the desk rather than actually looking at the people inside as he attempted to sit in one of the chairs. The chair that he chose creaked loudly as he squeezed into it, eliciting a grimace from Jacque, "Bigger chairs, thats all I asked for during the last HR meeting. Do the assholes at central even listen?" Jacque muttered under his breath. After a few more seconds adjusting himself, Jacque laced his fingers together and set them on the table, only then did he chose to look up at the others in the room.