[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Aleksander Raimos: AJAX[/color][/h2][/center]
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Aleksander Raimos almost appreciated the rather "cloak and dagger" approach Rainbow was taking as he stepped out of the armored van, taking a moment to reach towards his back instinctively. Aleks twitched, with every muscle in his body tensing as he paused a second, calculating where his shield would be. He relaxed as he continued walking once he had remembered it was safe... in a locked box inside of another locked box that was certainly being carted off towards his personal quarters. If it wasn't, Aleks would have to figure out what to do from there and control his urge to start fighting.

Aleks was surprised to see other "recruits" wearing their full gear during the introduction. He couldn't fathom the disrespect they were trying to display. He took note of those trying to show off, made sure to not interact with them. Well, he wouldn't exactly be talking to anyone, so I guess that didn't really change anything.

When all gathered together, Aleks stood with his back straight, feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands behind his back, right over left. He was a rather large and imposing figure in most situations... but given he was with some of the most elite soldiers and operatives in the world, he actually fit in rather well. He never really liked wearing the standard issue FBI navy blue coveralls given they were a little tight in the arms and rear for him, but it felt appropriate for the first day on the job. His eyes wandered over the other operators, before his eyes locked on another American in the room. Clearly FBI, you could always tell when you went through the same training. He didn't hold the gaze long though. He didn't want to leave the impression that he was "social."

When Aleksander heard his name, he didn't change his stance at all, but did bellow out, "[color=ed1c24]Sir![/color]" His voice rang with a slight accent, one that had mostly boiled away over his years in the States. Aleks wasn't exactly happy to be talked to like someone with no experience prior to this. When you've been nearly blown to Hell more than once, you typically earn a little respect. But it was clear Thatcher wasn't exactly going to be friendly. Managing to survive a mission that went to complete shit because Rainbow didn't know what they were walking into... apparently that earned the hard-ass a chip on his shoulder. One that Aleks would love to remove for him if the White Masks weren't a serious threat.

With the information session over, Aleks made his way to the table to grab his packet and check his room designation. The quicker he got back to his room, the less he'd have to see people who would try to talk to them. And that's when he heard the voice. [i]Shit... alright.[/i] He watched the agent bounce in front of him, her bubbly attitude making Aleks nervous. His open hand instinctively clenching into a fist at his side for a moment, before releasing as he gave a nod of his head. "[color=ed1c24]Aleksander Raimos, former SOU operative.[/color]" His hands didn't move to grab hers, instead he just stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room as others were leaving. "[color=ed1c24]I am glad to be working with a fellow American...[/color]" His accent became slightly more obvious when he wasn't speaking his name and former allegiance. Aleks would get more anxious when speaking to others outside of the field. It was words that led to the death of his sister, after all. Words were more terrifying to the Greek-American than a bullet or bomb at this point. Something his therapist had pointed out for years when he was younger.