Dean listened to the second round of orders from the mystery voice on the intercom. He guessed that the voice was Canadian. Her English was much to soft to be an American. Sure he was just a dumb brute but he still could be rather smart when he wanted to be. He reached under his bed and pulled out the bag and looked at the card. "Huh... Runner. So basically I get shot at when it hits the fan. Good to know that I am valuable to the group." He teased as he pulled his shirt off.

He did not have shame and had a good deal of muscle on his bones. Years of fights and lifting weights had done their best to make him look rather good with his clothes off. Unlike the blonde guy, Dean just pulled his boxers off and pulled the spandex over it. He looked damn good in the outfit and he knew it. So when he was done he looked around the room. That black haired guy was not bad on the eye but he couldn't think like that right now. 

"Well introduction time. I'm Dean. Seems I am a Runner." He said trying to get the group together. He figured he should at least try to seem like a leader.  

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Eric watched Agent Ice do her work. She seemed like she almost enjoyed it. "You know Ice if I didn't know you any better I would think that you are enjoying all this." he said watching his recruits in particular. he was interested in what they would do but he was a bit worried about the group dynamic. They needed to get along if they were to be successful. If not then they would all meet their ends in a shallow grave somewhere. 

"So how do you think they are doing. Oh and do you want me to train them a bit or no?" Eric asked his former Runner partner. 

((Sorry on my phone...))