[h3]Mike Schmidt[/h3]

Mike continues to walk down the hall. He begins to wonder who is capable of the job at this hour. It was already 3AM, so the nightguards should be up and ready, yet it appears to be the opposite. The guards were mostly talking to each other and slacking off in the mess hall to Mike's left. All the senior guard could do was frown and continue walking. He didn't even bother to tell them to get working, for he was in no mood to yell. He grumbles a few curses as he continues on.

Suddenly, Mike hears an angry shout coming from the training room, followed by a heavy thump. The shout came from the training room near the end of the hall. With a relieved sigh, Mike heads over to the room. At least one person seems to be active. But before coming in, he takes a quick peak to see who was inside. It was Bridget, the victim of the infamous Bite Of 87. She seemed to be capable of doing the mission, despite her "mental" issues. For a minute, Mike thought to leave her alone due to her condition, but seeing that he has no choice as everyone else was messing around, he quietly approaches.

"Hey Bridget." Mike greets with a wave as he walks slowly towards her, "Mind if you come here for a sec?"