[color=lightsalmon]"Alright, so I managed to secure the last of the fuel we need for the journey- Lucy said she'd check it out on her way back; I got some of the boys loading up the last of the cargo and- oh."[/color] The messy blond head of hair attached to the bulky young man with cigarette and clipboard in hand looked up from his conversation with General Ponta as Daniel returned into the room, his tipsy step fading as soon as the door shut behind him. 

[color=lightsalmon]"You should consider a career in theatre if the whole spy thing doesn't work out."[/color] Sam remarked with an amused chuckle between drags of his cigarette, allowing himself a shallow jab at Daniel before the rest of the crew he had assembled followed him in. 

Leaning back in his chair, Samuel helped himself to a glass of gin as he propped his grime-caked boots on top of the fairly expensive conference table. Compared to the general sitting next to him, Sam was a much more down to earth sight. He had left most of his equipment on the ship already, the only thing he brought with him to the table was the solid piece of machinery that was his old navy sidearm, and he clutched at the glass tumbler like he would a mug of cheap beer. 

Downing the gin in a single gulp without even a slight twinge to his face, he rather carelessly plopped the glass back onto the table. He typically wasn't one to sit in on the details of the missions the IRIO typically sent him on. He was more of a go-with-the-flow kind of person- most of the time, his job was to fly the airship and keep it running until Daniel or Lucy got back from whatever black book work they did. 

Sam still didn't quite get what they were doing this time around, though then again he never did. In the year he had spent working with the IRIO, Sam never really questioned the things they had him do. He didn't like getting into politics, and he sure as hell didn't like those stuffy old codgers that made up the Heavens' Eyes, so if he could stick it to them, and get a hefty paycheck while doing so, that was good enough for him. Of course, Sam, unlike Lucy, Daniel, or the General, wasn't on salary, and relied on various freelance missions such as this one to pay the bills. 

[color=salmon]"So, who we got this time around?"[/color] Sam wondered allowed, his question targeted towards both of his superiors in the room.