[center][h3][color=8493ca]Hector Wyland[/color][/h3][/center]
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Hector would listen quietly as the squad assignments were explained...which, it seemed, there wasn't going to be strict assignment detail. He wasn't sure about whether this was a boon or a bane. On one hand, that meant he wouldn't regularly have to deal with anyone that rubbed him the wrong way. On the other, it was hard to trust people you barely knew, and if they regularly rotated out...

For now he'd put it out of his mind, intently considering what jobs were best suited to his skills. As much as he thought that he might prove a match for some of these tougher missions...he was certain his lack of actual Reaver experience would spell the end of him. He wasn't intending to die so soon after nearly dying just a few months ago. He'd shamelessly accept doing the lowest level of work while he gained experience. If others wanted to throw themselves at the feet of genuine monsters, that wasn't his problem. 

In spite of his misgivings about Scarlett...at least she tore some sense into that Evelyn woman. As for the rest though, she seemed as unstable as she'd shown herself to be just minutes ago. Luckily for Hector, most of his "registered headache inducers" weren't going on the simplest of the missions. [color=8493ca][color=8493ca][b]"I feel best suited to the ZoHo Marsh mission,"[/b][/color][/color] he said, only rivaled in his lack of words by Tilnak. Slaying wild animals that had gone on a rampage wasn't exactly difficult work, but it would let him get into the groove of Reaver work.