[color=0076a3]"No worries, my good man."[/color] He raised a hand to show Eld that he meant no hostility. [color=0076a3]"It's just that by helping you guys, I'm basically firing myself from this job, I don't think many people will hire me once they hear that I chose to join you people. I mean, I know I chose to do this, but it still irks me a bit, so I truly apologize if I have given offense."[/color] Though his voice was courteous, it still was a little cold, meaning he was still a bit annoyed.

Then, Specter his sights towards Montana. Now he was the one trying to read Montana, yet for the life of him, he could not tell anything about the man that he could not see. Instead, he took a sigh and removed the mask he wore and placed it on the ground between them. Though his face was quite worn from traveling in the wastes for long, appearance-wise, Specter looked quite average with brown eyes and short chestnut brown hair and not any features that made him stand out much except a scar that ran down the left side of his neck and continuing towards his shoulder.

[color=0076a3]"The group is called Bellataire INC, led by none other than Sweet Johnny Bellataire."[/color] he said, as if expecting Montana to know who this was supposed to be. [color=0076a3]"He is a disgraced Erubescian Lord and he still has plenty of contacts within Erubesco itself, business, finance and military, you name it."[/color] He spoke, furrowing his brows as he tried to remember the numbers. [color=0076a3]"I haven't been able to find an exact number, just an approximate, but I know he has an elite gifted fighting force a number of spec ops who are skilled both with their gifts and regular weapons, arms, slaves, artillery and..."[/color] he paused for a moment as he prepared himself to say it. [color=0076a3]"... a functioning missile silo."[/color]

Then, he stopped speaking. [color=0076a3]"Listen, I'd be glad to give any other info you'd wish to know, about Bellataire, me, or anything else you might wish to know, but..."[/color] And with that, he glanced suspiciously for a few moments. [color=0076a3]"... well, I need you to get the group out of here, they will be here in about an hour and while I'm sure you are strong, don't want you all to risk combat with them just yet!"[/color] he said, staring Montana right in the eyes, still trying to read the man, by the way he talked, by the way moved, anyway he could.