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  [color=949494]The ride on the rather overcrowded APC was far from joyous to the Guardian, not that there wasn't any space on the vehicle - but the inevitable road bumps led to aggravating disregard for his personal space - which he highly valued. Of course, the company was made slightly more uncomfortable by Ajax's lack of an indoor voice, the soldier was clearly excited to get off the bus and mentally scar all of them as soon as possible.

  But at least Abysso was here, the oil stain on his shirt and elbow evidently gave him away as to why he was late. When he looked Montero's way, the navigator would see Montero's uncomfortable scowl at an empty wall between the two Intelligence's heads - momentarily change to a single raised eyebrow, a sideways glance and the sassy upward twinge of his bearded smirk at the smear that went uncleaned. The two had an amicable relationship, abundantly based on the shared opinion that daytime's heat and noise was most banal to productivity. The serenity, chilly air and irresistable aroma of fresh cocoa soufflé from late nights at the atrium's Cloud Cafe was far better suited for any sort of work to be done.

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  When the APC stopped, Montero immediately flung the doors wide open and hopped out of the vessel, going straight to the weapon's compartment to retrieve his gear. He sorted through the pile, running his hand along some of the other equipment for a moment. Once Celise was done debriefing the team, he chucked into her hands, handle first, her weapon. Commenting.[/color]

[b]"Nice sword." [/b]

  [color=949494]Before turning on his heel, flourishing his coat and giving them a backward thumbsup of acknowledgement, heading off elsewhere swiftly. He would rue the day he had to participate in the inelegant proceedings of group stretching.[/color]