[center][color=bfff00][h1]Floyd "Flemma" Cloute[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
"Urgh." Flemma was not liking where this was going. Well, at least there's nothing inside that building for an ambush. From what it looked like, it was just an elevator. Flemma only barely glanced at what the buttons do, as he focused more on his mates who were basically already incapacitated. How on earth were they expecting to fight anything if they were like this. The elevator is too small for a one-trip, they could chill outside then. 

The green-haired man touched Milton on his shoulders with the cold metal blunt of his blade, [color=bfff00][b]"My friends, you can wait outside for now."[/b][/color] He sternly but kindly asked, as he looked outside to his fellow agents, gesturing his head for volunteers. [b][color=bfff00]"Come on now. Any daredevils?"[/color][/b]

If their plan was to act fast, then some of them better step up to it. He hoped that given the so-called quality of the agents that the agency was bragging about, his fellow colleagues could make a quick decision on this. 

[@AThousandCurses]