[h1][color=2d438e][u]Utopia[/u][/color][/h1]

The wind whistled past them, sounding like a lone man's whimper. Maybe it was a lone man's whimper? The air conditioning unit that Simon was sitting on hummed as it directed some of the sorrowful air into the building they were on.

No distant sirens sounded, and all seemed well.


[h1][color=725353][i]Simon Corkill[/i][/color][/h1]

Simon slinks off the air con unit, and ehters the small circle the group has made. Each person had already proven one thing about them, and he intended on letting them know.

[color=725353]"Felix, you can keep that gun. For the love of god though, don't shoot anyone here. We're all here as allies, and a bad hair day is not an excuse to go shooting her."[/color], he sniffled and wiped his nose before continuing. The cold air was getting to him now the adrenaline had worn off. [color=725353]"That aside, you've each shown something to me that could prove valuable already. It's looking positive for you. Sandra, Nice work scaling the building. Shows you can do the exact thing we need a runner to do. Felix, good logic behind using the stairs. You can do problem solving, congratulations. And Tavish, you seem to recognise both of these people. On top of that, you seemed to shut Felix up. So good job on that"[/color], he smiled as he said those last words, showing he was only half joking.