[h1][color=692e95]Gorgon[/color][/h1]

[color=692e95][i]"Like aug knuckles said, ten minutes."[/i][/color] [color=AAAAAA]Gorgon jumped up from the ground where she had spent the last couple of minutes removing and re-inserting bullets from one of her oldschool-looking magazines. She was perpetually bored from waiting, and one of the few advantages of her old tech was that it served as a fine way to keep her five human fingers busy. Her unsettling left-arm gadget had formed into the general outline of a human arm, holding the mag she had used to kill some time. Her SMG was hanging losely down at hip-level, somehow attached to her coat. Unlike many more subtle-minded Divers, the woman made no effort to hide her weaponry, though that was pointless anyway with a body-aug as obvious as hers. Or in a group as menacing as this one.[/color]

[color=AAAAAA]During the few steps it took her to close the distance to Blank and Gaze, she rammed the mag back into the free slot of her weapon before snatching one of the beer cans out from the former.[/color] [color=692e95][i]"Thanks bud!"[/i][/color] [color=AAAAAA]She declared, instantly deciding that he liked the guy. Everyone who opened up a mission with beer was automatically her kind of buddy, and usually the type to continue the drinking afterwards with stuff from the higher octane-reaches.[/color]


[color=AAAAAA]The blue-haired woman didn't really contemplate the mission at hand with the same gravity as the others did. At all in fact. On the contrary, she was eager to get into a firefight, even hoped they'd get attacked, ambushed and raided. Which was quite likely considering the size of the group, and the fact that she was hired in the first place. What her brain would naturally consider a "sinking feeling" was mechanically intercepted by her emotional suppressant chip and reforged into thrilled anticipation. With every one of the heavy thunder strikes, she was getting more hyped for some good old fashioned murder.[/color]

[color=AAAAAA]It wasn't always this way, but Gorgon barely remembered what was before, and didn't want to. She had taken the job because the pay was right, that's all it was to her. The contractors never gave her many details, and she never asked. It was part of her reputation to accept jobs with minimal description or briefing, and contractors appreciated her eagerness to march straight into the fire and carry out the job, even if the rest of the team got scorched. By all means, she would have been the perfect merc if it wasn't for the massive collateral damage that always occured around her.

She actually took a brief moment to wonder how many of the others would make it out alive, and whether it was worth betting money on the outcome. The moment passed and she opened her can, taking several long gulps. Without much empathy, she dropped her artificial hand-shaped bundle of technology on Gaze's shoulder.[/color] [color=692e95][i]"Don't worry cutie, I'll make sure you won't die first."[/i][/color][color=AAAAAA] While that wasn't much of a promise, Gorgon meant it. She did try her darnest to draw attention away from her teammates most of the time. They just always happened to die anyway.[/color]