Destroyer
Destroyer was pumped for the kill. He was shaking too, the last time he was out in the war was when he saw his younger brother being attacked by a runner zombie. He still can't get the image of his brother body being ripped apart. It was like a massacre in front of him. He sees clanging behind him, it was Jugger. "Cheers." That was the only girl in the whole world that intimidated Destroyer. She was beautiful and deadly, like a black widow. "Well now we're waiting on who?" Destroyer was ready for anything, all his bomber training he has been through well clearly come in handy. He couldn't wait to get some samples of the zombies. If he could get enough of them maybe Doc could find a cure or something to get rid of these demon beasts. He hates them so much for everything they've did to him and his family.
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While he was waiting he was fiddling with his IMS making sure that it triggered when he needed it. He didn't want it to go off at the wrong time, and everyone would be in trouble zombie and human. Being a bomber is very difficult, he has to know all of his surroundings before he plans a grenade, landmine, or shoots his torpedo. He's very tactical when it comes to war. To him it's like a chess game, every move should be thought out, and you should never wing an attack. Every kill counts when it comes to a infestation. It's like being an exterminator going into a roach infested house and not plugging every single crack and cranny before you leave. "I hope the rest of the group hurries up, their taking to long." Destroyer doesn't like to wait around for people for too long. "Darse Prisa." (Hurry Up). When Destroyer gets irritated he starts to speak Spanish more then usual. He starts to pack his grenades into his M32 ready to go.
