Fours awoke from his slumber slowly, in a gradient. A buzzing in his helmet, and the words harshly ringing in his ears, finally stirred Fours to his feet. He looked around, remembering again his surroundings. He had fallen asleep earlier at a desk, upon which his medical gear was strewn in an organized chaos. With groggy eyes and slurred hand movements, he checked that he had each and every piece of equipment he might need in the field. Once, then again, eyes opening wider as he awoke more. A third time, before he was interrupted by K-Ton.

"Hey, it's go-time."

One fourth and final time, Fours checked his gear, before packing it all away. He then pulled out his pistol, checking the magazine. Two sets of four rounds lay dormant in the clip, eagerly awaiting a chance to snap at the throat of his enemies. He clicked the magazine back into place, before placing the pistol in a holster at his hip. As if suddenly remembering, Fours pulled off his helmet, and rubbed at a mark left on his forehead from sleeping in the armor. He mumbled something incoherent, placing the helmet down on the desk for a moment. 

[color=9932cc]"Understood sir, I'm good to go, just waiting for the orders. We'll show these fucking rebels a thing or two. Rambunctious group, huh? I like our odds though..."[/color] Came the voice of the ever-excitable Luciel. Fours offered a groggy chuckle, turning his shotgun over in his hands as he admired his own shiny gunmetal gray reflection. He looked over at her, pointing her pistol down into the crowd. 

[color=paleturquoise]"Just because they can't see us doesn't mean you should be aiming a pistol down at them."[/color] Fours slurred, still not quite awake, taking a playful jab at the rookie. He leaned out the window alongside the rookie for just a moment, taking a glance at the ruckus below for just a moment, before pulling back inside and leaning against a wall. He looked to Berne expectantly, as his fingers drummed against the wall. [i]Dum dum dum dum. Dum dum dum dum. Dum dum dum dum.[/i] His head nodded along as he tapped, before he nudged the squad botanist, as Fours so affectionately preferred to call him.

[color=paleturquoise]"What's the plan, boss?"[/color] He asked simply, as he continued to tap his rhythm against the hard concrete wall.