Cade's eyes slowly opened as his ears picked up the voice of the person next to him. The simple word 'N3' seemed to bounce off the walls and reverberate inside the claustrophobic elevator, causing him to wince sharply as unbridled feedback pierced its way into his mind, his entire vision seeming to warp and deform in front of him for a few moments. 

He instinctively shot out his right arm to support himself inside the elevator, but managed to make a nice-sized dent in the steel wall as he was unaware of his own strength. Cade made no sound as he waited for the terrible reaction to pass, finally regaining his composure as soon as he felt 'normal' again (normal being a loose term). 

"Yes....N3." Cade replied simply, trying to brush off his initial reaction to the sound. His voice was slightly muffled from the muzzle-like mask he wore, but he was far from unintelligible. His unnaturally blue eyes seemed to contract, not dissimilar to a camera lens focusing on a target as he got a better look at his fellow occupant in the elevator. From her...his...it's words, he deduced that he/she/it was [i]also[/i] part of his squad, a Nightmare. Maybe he/she/it could sympathize...give him someone who understood the torment he was going through. 

"Kincaid Washington." He introduced himself in a plain tone, [i]slowly[/i] holding out his hand to shake, a slight [i]clicking[/i] noise accompanying the movements of extending fingers. 

Before the formal introduction could occur however, the elevator slid to a sound stop, a compact [i]hissing[/i] sounded as the doors slid open into the main body of the base. Cade turned his head to look out, quite honestly impressed at the sheer amount of advancement the United Front put into this place. Even before becoming a Nightmare, advanced technologies were everywhere...but [i]this[/i] was truly a marvel of engineering. 

Before he could continue his thoughts, however, a distinct pulse came from a communicator all Nightmares were issued upon deployment. Gently procuring the object from his pocket (for fear of shattering it to dust), Cade took one look at the screen before wordlessly heading off in a random direction - towards the PT field. 

Standing at least a hundred meters away from the field, Cade could see what appeared to be a small mob of un-augmented soldiers ganging up on who was, perhaps, his third and last squadmate...the only words to describe the man in 'front' of him would be a titan. Six-and-a-half feet tall [i]at least[/i] and covered from head-to-toe in thick plated armor, Cade could only cite training as the reason this Nightmare chose to contact his squadmates as opposed to taking on the mob himself, a feat which he looked [i]quite[/i] capable of. 

"Hm...Unfortunate." He said to himself before dropping his bags to the ground, 

Approaching the field at a slow pace, Cade decided he'd try and put his training to use. Remain wordless, let your eyes speak, never reveal your full face, dehumanize yourself, become the Nightmare. 
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A distinct whirring noise of steel and circuitry signaled Cade's approach as he walked up behind his comrade. He took the first few moments to look between the members of the mob, quickly putting a face to a name thanks to the database that was nicely implanted into his head. Even when he was out of sight he heard the names they threw at his squadmate, 'tin can', 'freak', amongst others. Still silent, Cade tried hard to visibly hide the anguish he was experiencing at the moment. Faces warbling, mixing in-between each other, sounds coming to him as if he were underwater, tinnitus ringing in his ears and [u]never stopping[/u]. 

Despite the pain, his visage remained one of cold determination, apathetic anger. He stared into the apparent leader of the group, not even bothering to regard his squadmate at the moment. He let his presence do the talking, like a predatory animal scaring scavengers away from its territory.