[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/kSqkSXx/image.png[/img][h2][color=purple]Michael Ongi[/color][/h2][h3][color=purple]TK Group Office[/color][/h3][/center][hr] 
Michael made his way into the lobby with a yawn, staring at the business card in his hand. The look of the district piqued the swordsman's interest greatly, as if it was another guarantee that he would be made well-off after this job. Much more than that, it was possibly the first time in a long time that Michael felt like he didn't need to be looking over his shoulder when he made his way through the research district. If things go well, Michael may see about finding more work around this district after this! Maybe that degree will finally pay off...

"[color=purple]Yo![/color]" Michael hollered to everyone as he strode towards the group, fashionably late. It was a good thing that they managed to form a well-rounded party, although most of them were on the younger side. It worried Michael only slightly, seeing as they were diving in a pretty dangerous Gate. At the same time, youth does have its advantages, and one of them even happened to be a Holder. Silver linings. Out of everyone however, the one person whose presence displeased Michael the most was the blue-haired rifle-woman. Snarky and opportunistic, she didn't seem like the type who would get along with others too well. At the same time, her choice of weapon appeared to fit her personality well at the very least, and having a marksman of any sort was always a welcome addition to any dive. Michael only hoped that she wasn't the type to be fond of friendly fire as well.

Michael's attention was quickly caught by the smoking woman. Not only was she the only unfamiliar face of the bunch, but she seemed to have an air of authority surrounding her... or maybe that's just the smoke. Either way, it seemed like she was the one to talk to, seeing as the ever-eager knightess was already asking her questions. 

"[color=purple]You're Hyun-jin's boss, I take it? Feel free to brief us whenever. I'll just be calibrating my gear.[/color]" Michael mentioned before turning his attention to his wrist-device. Pushing a few buttons, Michael's arm began to move in an erratic, yet somehow controlled matter. The movements seemed uncontrolled at first, and only those with keen eyes would be able to see the technique behind each stroke. It would also go without saying that these movements were only a fraction of how fast Michael would be able to move, serving as a bit of a "teaser" for when the group finally began their dive.

In Michael's case, he really just wanted to get some stretches in before he started on his dive, worried that he might dislocate his shoulder if he didn't. The ever-creeping feeling of his age getting to him lingered on, brought forth by the youth surrounding him. Even if he was still at a relatively young age, Michael still couldn't help but think that he was almost 30! It was a frightening thought, indeed.