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Ebony steel flushed against silver alloy, all harsh, gleaming, slicing edges and polished to be just as refined and gilded in a deadly sheen. Rayne's office in the SOLDIER compound was bequeathed to him in the manner of underhanded rage and a bestial method that most politicians garnered by experience and selection. Rayne stood at full attention, gazing at nothing in particular from the window in his office suite that had been built into place as a key component of his observations. He was constantly deducing, calculating, a mind ever swarmed by processes that sometimes bled and purged into emotional outbursts and statement that bade glares, sneers and ill-favouring from the SOLDIERS under his present authority. But, he seemed dismissive of them, entirely so much that a bored sigh slid past biting-gleaming teeth and his eyes cut over to the SOLDIER that he had summoned to his domicile of command. Having requested that John stand there, at full attention and in a stance of clasped hands and feet spread a pre-determined width apart in juncture with his shoulders, Rayne finally took reaction.

[color=e4ebef]”I presume you're unaware of why I pulled you from your original squad,”[/color] the President began, gesturing with immaculate fingers sheathed in ebony leather towards the window's view. [color=e4ebef]”The reports of your missions and technique is exactly what I need.”[/color]

Rayne vacated his position of careful screening and angled his profile to peer at his personal selection. [color=e4ebef]”There was a new mission given and debriefed - I presume you heard the announcement - and the SOLDIERS selected are.. new. But my reasoning for this is that I'll be putting you on the squadron unit, sort of as my insurance policy. I need your skills and I trust your method.”[/color] He laid emphasis on a few words, keying and gesturing with his powerful timbre to inflict purpose upon his statements. He trusted naught the warrior, but rather the brutality lain bare within the killer.

[color=e4ebef]”You will tell no one of your mission, SOLDIER. I need you to kill any and all SeeR you find that they might try to preserve and keep alive. Full details of the mission are given here, in this missive.”[/color] Rayne lazily tossed a folder containing all the information that had been previously provided to the aforementioned SOLDIERS, letting it fall at the booted feet of his attentive warrior. [color=e4ebef]”They're meeting at deployment gate four, familiarize yourself with the contents on the way, assemble and dispose of that missive properly. Should any of the Commanders object to your addition, I'll be there to silence their disobedience.”[/color] He concluded, and waved his hand in dismissal, resuming his observation and surveying the compound beneath the window of his office-suite, a slow smile carved into cheeks and he bore the simper - briefly - that of a madman.
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John immediately followed the orders of his commander and picked up the missive, briskly walking out of the office. He made his way down the corridors, each foot firmly planted on the ground sending out a distinct clicking sound, which bounced off the steel walls and slowly made its way further and further down. Other SOLDIERS made their way past John, some lowering their heads as though they didn’t want him to notice them - a common gesture amongst those who’d heard of the man. He turned a corner and made his way into an empty room, before grabbing a lonely bag he’d set aside earlier and zipping it open. John pulled out a padded, all-black second skin. He took off the polished, black boots, standard cargo pants and plain gray crewneck t-shirt he was wearing, before sliding the second skin onto his body. It left only his head exposed, with a thin turtleneck type thing covering his neck. The clothes he wore originally went into the bag, before it was zipped back up and set on the floor.

John then opened a pocket on the bag, pulling out a small, white, cube. It had straight, yet intricate, linework carved into it, which John ran a finger across. The linework began to glow, and he set the cube down on the floor. Piece by piece, the cube separated itself, before expanding, creating armour pieces that slotted themselves onto the SOLDIER, curving over his bodysuit and clicking into place, the padding from the suit providing both extra protection and comfort with the armour.

The SOLDIER picked up a small, flat, white diamond-shaped piece that remained on the floor, and slotted it into the torso of his armour, in order for him to convert it to the lighter mode when need be. A flat, white disc was then secured onto his right wrist, just where the armour ended, to serve as the transmitter for his scythe. Finally, John went through the missive, memorizing the contents and shoving it in his bag, zipping it all back up and securing everything. Satisfied, the SOLDIER slung the bag over his shoulder and exited the room, making his way down towards deployment dock four.
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John began to think of the meeting he'd had mere minutes before, and Rayne warning that the other SOLDIERs might attempt to keep some of the SeeR alive. He then began to contemplate what lengths they'd go to to accomplish that task, and if he would be able to accomplish his own objective smoothly. The SOLDIER shook his head, as though trying to shake all the thoughts out of his head before it got too crowded.

Reaching the deployment dock, John found a quiet corner for him to reside in, in order for him to get a better look at who he was working with, and how expendable they might be. It would also be handy to know which ones wouldn’t really effect SOLDIER if a sudden turn of events meant they would unfortunately perish - he would go to great lengths to see his goal finished, and he had no doubt some of them would do the same. Luckily, he was prepared for that.

Though, as he looked around, he began to wonder if these people were even fit to be in a [i]kitchen,[/i] let alone a battlefield. There were two SOLDIERS acting like immature children, with one of them stealing the other’s food. It was only at second glance did John recognize the man to be an Elite SOLDIER, no less. He let out an exaggerated - albeit quiet - sigh, and watched the scene unfold. One more Elite showed up, who wasn’t amused by the SOLDIERS’ actions, by the looks of it.

They soon disappeared into the picture, however, as two more walked over, though John didn’t recognize them. Regardless, they were just as immature as the one with the glasses (who was throwing what seemed like medication away), as the woman then sprayed him relentlessly with air freshener as the man ran over to the second Elite who joined the charade. And after pathetically faking melting (his voice was echoing practically everywhere) the childish man jumped up to defend his food from the Elite SOLDIER who was making another attempt to steal it.

Quite sick of the childish demeanour the two were pulling off, now flapping their arms at each other in girly fits of dispute, John heaved himself up and walked over, clearing his throat.

[color=e4ebef]”Commander, I’ve been requested by President Rayne to join the group on this mission, just in case. I hope this is alright with you, sir. The President was quite impressed with my previous missions, and figured the group could use some experienced backup.”[/color]

Words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, all forming into one conjunctive lie. Well, it was more of a cover story, to secure the secrecy of his intended goal. It had become a bit of a habit, now, as it wasn’t the first time he’d had slightly different morals and intentions to others. To him, it was normal - being a dog of the capital meant he had to get his hands dirty. Even if that meant with SOLDIER blood.