The good ol' CDA facility. At this point, Elias was used to it. It was his workplace away from his workplace, after all. All the noise was a sure-as-hell better alternative to walking the streets. All of the hellspawn known as "children" would saunter over to his cool ass robot and kick it, throw rocks at it, and run away. It probably would have helped stopped it if Elias open carried. He didn't, though. He had a cool ass robot that carried his guns for him. Why would he carry his own guns? He ended up waiting at the gate until the lady with the clipboard popped up and asked him about the job.

[COLOR=edd855]"Yea,"[/COLOR] Elias replied in his not-famous-at-all cool tone before unloading two finger-guns directly at the woman's heart, [COLOR=edd855]"and your next line is [i]'Wear that on your persons whenever you’re in this facility.'[/i]"[/COLOR]

The woman didn't even pause. [i]"Security is going to have a problem with you if you don't wear that at all times while you're in this facility. Wait here for the other mercenaries, briefing will start when you're all in the helicopter."[/i]

[COLOR=edd855]"Cool cool cool coolcoolcool..."[/COLOR]

He noticed his compatriots for this mission. A woman with a machine gun (boring!), another nerd (judging by actually using a P90), and two (TWO!) snipers. His face instantly distorted into one of displeasure. The last time he worked closely with a sniper, the fucker friendly fired his best friend!

[COLOR=edd855]"What's up, what's up?"[/COLOR] He greeted the others, pulling his gear off of Laelaps for a quick field strip.