[center][h2][b][color=f26522][i]Enyo Garret[/i][/color][/b][/h2][/center]


[i]Ghost[/i], his Mech's original nickname. Now Enyo's call sign. No one was sure why he gave his Name up. It's not like anyone was looking for him right?


His Mech shook as it's external flight jets began to bring him down, a spot already preset from a few hours of planning. The shaking woke Enyo up from his daily nap. Some worry before going out on missions, planning all they way until they touch down. Others fidget nervously the whole time, just quietly thinking of the terrible outcomes and the rewards each mission could provide. Then their were some like Enyo. Spooked when he shouldn't be, fast asleep when he should. Their was a interesting question flowing through his head. Who was the other Pilot? What kinda of Mech did they operate? More importantly, how much of the cash would they want?


When the Ghost hit the floor, the external Jet's fell were ditached and hit the ground under him. Neatly folding up in a cube to be collected for later. The Wraith's Octocamo began to take effect. The normally Tan Mech became a urban Gray. Due to such a environment with so much different coloring patterns, the Camo was not as effective as it would be in a more Forest or Snow environment, but it still gave him some concealment from far out. Ghost racked his rifle back, loading it with a Single round in the chamber. With a flick of a switch its Jamming came online to further conceal it's position. Being in the outskirt of the Factory, Enyo held his ground, waiting for the 'allied' Mech to come into view and any possible enemies to appear. For now he was hidden Giant in the wreckage. As if he wasn't even there.
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"Lets give us a little looksy"[/color]