[center][h1][color=6ebbcb][b][u]Flynn Lesline[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[Center][h1][color=6ebbcb][b][u]Decker[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

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[center][b][u]Location: Sentinel HQ[/u][/b][/center]

[Center][b][u]Interacting With: Sean Black (@PhoenixRising).[/u][/b][/center]

It took Decker a long moment to collect himself and scrape his sorry ass off the floor. Still a bit dizzy, he made his way shakily to a seat next to Mr. Black, regaining his composure completely soon after. Flynn, as smarmy a bastard as he was, still knew how to sit back and listen when provided with a new environment. Seems like some of theservice new-age Sentinels don't get along.

Rolling his eyes, he went through the usual motions, using mental cues to command the computer-guided visor, closely fit against his face. The visor began recording the individual conversations around him, creating personal profiles for all the new people he was encountering, capturing their facial structure for facial recognition, tracking key behavioral tics in each of them, monitoring their vitals, using those vitals to tell whether they were telling lies or not, searching for tells of when they were being truthful or lying, et cetera, et cetera. The computer was always there, always watching. Its Passive information collection had come in useful plenty of times in the past, and Flynn had even come to rely on it in sticky situations. Not to mention how it reminded him of his mother's birthday last week! This thing was a life saver.

Listening attentively to the Commander speak, he took a final look around the room. These were to be his new comrades? His brothers in arms? Man, even those phrases alone were still chilling. Flynn was brave, there was no doubt about that, but he hadn't been exposed to much battle before. He wasn't a veteran like some of those gathered here.

When Sean introduced himself, Flynn greeted him with a warm smile. At least this guy seemed rather.. normal. [Color=6ebbcb]"Yeah, you could say that for sure. As far as I see it, we've got pirate hottie, scary hottie, normal hottie, Dracula, a bucket of bolts, a nicer bucket of bolts, a smaller bucket of bolts with an egotistical recluse inside, Granny and her pet bucket of bolts, my twin brother with a bow, and the little soldier boy who, despite looking younger than any of us, is supposed to be some sort of veteran. Oh, and of course, there's us, the two gorgeous, unassuming agents who will probably secure the mission objectives while our comrades bicker." [/color]He finished his analysis with a little chuckle, shaking his head and holding out a hand for Sean to shake. [color=6ebbcb]"Flynn, Flynn 'Decker' Lesline. Nice to meet you,". [/color]

After listening to the directions the Commander gave them all, he gave another curt nod before patting Sean on the shoulder, standing and beginning to pace slowly around the room so he could better collect information.