[center][h1]Daniel Matthews[/h1][/center]

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Daniel was exhausted, he'd just come off a CIA babysitting job in the States, they were working with others to gather intel on Vegas incident as the reports called it. He'd call it a bloodbath, he'd been the only GST not on a mission or assigned without a word he caught the first commercial flight for the U.K. once he arrived the transfer papers had begun meanwhile he prepped his mission kit. He wasn't used to the idea of this by the books lets wear our colors openly stuff. He was in intelligence, a spook to most of the proper military types and police organizations he was nothing but trouble. Of course, he'd do his best not to let it slip that he was Ghost or a spook he was here to help them take revenge, he went back to never existing after this was done probably never even record he was in Rainbow.

He'd arrived in civilian clothes, unlike the others he didn't have a uniform and no doubt they wanted him to stand out for the older operators to take notice. He wore a pair of jeans and a white hooded jacket similar to his combat kit, he was sure he'd get funny looks but what mattered was his skill. He'd been a Ghost for years he'd served in places and conditions people here had probably never experienced, he'd had training in everything Rainbow did except usually he worked with fewer resources and far less restraint. Settling into a seat he relaxed as introductions began.

The speech was nice but it wasn't for someone like him, Daniel understood what they were going through. They were running down the list of more veteran members, senior staff as it was hurt no doubt. The crowd meanwhile was nothing than replacements they weren't comrades, it had no doubt angered the other operators to see all the new faces where comrades should have been. Daniel didn't plan on dying and he certainly didn't plan on letting anyone he was working with die due to bad intel, he was a comms specialist and a sniper he'd make sure they knew what was behind every door. 

The civilian clothed man walked up taking an envelope, he'd made a request to keep his old code name... He didn't like the idea of changing it. Smiling as he looked it over he paused a moment looking at the other operators unsure if he should mingle or press on towards his room, he was tired but... First impressions could only be made once and it wasn't like he needed the extra sleep. He saw two other American Operators chatting, from what he could hear they were FBI.

Of course, how would he introduce himself? Spectre former Army Ranger now assigned to Rainbow, yes former military here in civilian clothes. That wouldn't raise flags, for the moment Spectre decided to hang back he didn't know what exactly to say but he figured it best not to just wander off to find his room even if sounded perfect. He wanted the people here to trust him or at least know enough about them that he wouldn't be afraid they would ostracise him for being a spook rather than military or police, especially when Ghosts considered the whole world as there area of operations.