Banned
Frankie eyed the first person to take to the table. She was roughly his age, as he could tell, with a fair appearance. Indeed one of the more unusual of operators, especially when she placed down a laptop under her specialised equipment. It came as a slight shock, not knowing what to expect out of this. However, he was heavily briefed by Thatcher about who most of these Operators were. It would only make sense if she, this American lady, were to fit under the role of the Hacker. It was quite an odd and large device for such missions that were ahead.
He lifted his head towards her, slowly picking her laptop up and turning it from side to side. Amongst the American-grade weaponry, it was definitely something remarkable. His eyes switched between her and the laptop a few times, before he eventually managed to smile a little bit. It had been the first time he'd smiled for a while, in the previous week, but he'd found this amusing; however, not in a mocking way...
"Glad to meet you, Monroe...Good to see a variety in equipment here, including this...Laptop? Y'know...Kind of odd having one of these here. You sure you haven't tried scaling the size of it down?" He opened the lid, checking all the buttons and wiring with a dumbed-down addition to IQ's tool. It was pretty neat and tidy, compared to the work she'd be training for here in Rainbow. To her last comment, he smiled to himself, chuckling lightly in his highland tone. "IT Department...Oh I wish I had someone else to lend me a hand. I only became an official Operator for a few months, and I've been in this organisation since it started...But, uh...Just come 'ere when you need it, and if you need any tweaks or fixes, I'll be on duty."
Frankie knew that the discovery of him being an Operator may come as a shock or surprise to any of these new individuals. He didn't seem or look the part from first glance, but his ability within his gear was quite a different sight. That would have to be something for them to witness themselves in the future, but until then, he was left with only potential judgements. He knew that he wasn't even a match for Harold. Harold's experience and aggression was far higher and more intense than the sly approach Frankie usually gave.
Another operator stood forward before he had the chance to dismiss the pleasant Operator. He was a more smartened up figure, hair nicely styled well compared to the rougher look of Frankie's black hair. He had a blunter tone, placing his equipment down and warning Frankie to keep his hands off of any harmful approaches to his machines. This was what frustrated Frankie, in the past and the present. These people, trained to go into military situations, bringing expensive toys right into the heart of combat and danger, and yet they are reluctant to allow Frankie, qualified in handling them, to monitor and study their structure. It was a kick in the teeth if he knew one...
Frankie simply nodded at first. He knew what this person was, to some extent. He knew that Frankie had not earned the status to know of this man's origination, but could clearly tell who he was out of the group based on what little detail they received. Another organisation, most likely, much like Fourth Echelon and their tie ins with Frankie (Whom others were not likely to know about, due to the connections he had, similar to Daniel and the Ghosts). And Frankie could respect this, the secrecy. They did not need to know too much about one another, and it would be a luxury if they did. They were here for the same reason, hopefully, unless the transfer was against his own will. Either way, any man with any weapon that was effective with it would prove useful in the field.
"Right...Got it, no touchy touchy until I fully understand its structure. Which I can do, if you gave me time...Anyway...First impressions of the Headquarters? The countryside? The operators here?"