Virgil had shown up in the briefing room right before Mike began to inform the other mercs in the room about their latest mission. He smirked as he took a seat, teleportation always had its uses. Dodging strikes and projectiles in the nick of time, quickly landing in an unseen critical strike, and like now.... arriving just on time to a scheduled meeting. 
As he listened Virgil looked around the room at the other people. Most of them were wearing fancy suits and equipment, most likely to try and look cool or something along those lines. Virgil wore a simple but advanced suit under his clothes; a black shirt and pea coat, a pair of dark blue jeans, black boots modded for stealth, and a belt which held a blade and a few trinkets.

"Any threats we should be aware of? You know, hostile indigenous life, natives, cults, the usual stuff people like us have to face."