"I'm a UN military attachee, and I assume you're on the main team."

Azrael took a bite of his burger, then tossed back a fry.

"Welcome to the big-leagues my friend. Choices now decide who lives and who dies."

Ryan remembered back to when he was first brought onto his team in the marines during the war. They'd said damn near the same thing when he was brought in. Slowly swallowing some food, he took a swig of his drink to clear his throat.

"I don't think he needs to hear that, if he's made it this far," Ryan chimed in after remembering the old days. "Of course, I could have no idea what I'm talking about."

This was when Ryan actually noticed Azrael's eye. He hadn't really been paying attention before, but now he actually saw the mute silver of it. It may have been much better quality than his own, but he could tell it was fake after these years of having his.

"Name's Ryan O'niel," he said, extending his hand across the table to shake Azrael's hand.

Azrael shook Ryan's hand.

"I'm just called Azrael now."

There was an odd moment as Azrael tracked Ryan's line-of-sight.

"Noticed the eye?"

Azrael leaned back in his chair and ate a few more fries.

"I lost it in Washington, protecting the president."

The ex-marine seemed confused, especially since Azrael was wearing a t-shirt that said "Canadians kick ass."

"I was part of the original Cyber Force. I went there to prevent an assasinatino, and was put in a coma for my trouble. My friend, Devin, who I imagine is also back, saved my ass."

There was an odd silence. Azrael was remembering the good old days.

"You might want to be getting more in touch with your pal here. Friendship might be the only thing you carry with you in this war."

Razma didn't even realize the fake eye was there until Ryan said something about it. He gave it a second glance, then gave up on it. He started to eat a little bit when the odd silence befell, and after Azrael broke it, it reminded Razma of what he was thinking about earlier. "That is a good idea." Razma said. "Hey Arzael, can you tell us a little bit about the rest of the team. Since me and Ryan both are new, I am sure he is like me, and has no idea exactly who the rest of the guys are." Razma asked after another breif silence. Man, it sure is hard to keep a conversation with strangers.

Azrael thought about who he'd seen thus far.

"I can't vouch for everyone, but these are my assumptions of who will be back. We have General Wolf, whom I'm sure you've met. He's a good commander, though he has a bit of a martyr complex, and tends to put too much on himself. There's Wraith, who is always a good back-up man. He's solid, and reliable. There's also Devin, who you need to give room. If you don't, he can't go full-out, and it makes life harder all around. Beyond that, I can't think of anyone else who would be back. The only newcomer I know is Jax, and I can guarantee you want him beside you. He works really well in a team."

Azrael took a bite out of his burger, swallowed, then glanced up.

"Then there's me. Simple rule of thumb. Stay out of my way. People in my way have a very bad tendency to get hurt." His dull silver eye seemed to burn, and if it was possible, the room seemed to get a bit colder.

Taking in this new information, Ryan was quick to respond.

"Right, so stay out of the way of two of you, and you can rely on the rest... Sounds pretty simple for a bunch of vets."

Ryan took a gulp of his drink in thought before saying something else.

"Still, I don't think we'll be waiting long before we find out about you guys on the field. Everything's gotten so hectic lately, it almost seems like we've got no choice but to go out there."

"That reminds me, do you know anything about Rhiya, Azrael?" Razma asked. "She was our only casualty in the last mission if I remember, but I have no idea who she is. I am just kind of curious who she is." Razma took ate a llttle more while he listened to Azrael respond.

"Beats me," was Azrael's only reply. With a final herculean bite, he finished off his burger and quickly tore through his fries. He finally leaned back and seemed very much contented with himself.

"Field work gets interesting, that's for sure. There are some real fanatics who worship MS-DOS out there, and they generally have large guns. My most vivid memory would have to be a fanatic who mutilated himself, got minor nano-augmentations, then grabbed a very big scythe and came after me. Devin killed him."

Chugging it, Azrael finished his drink.

"Lighten up though, you guys. Discipline was very much slack when I was here, and I know for a fact that Wolf doesn't care too much if you don't 'sir' him right left and centre. His philosiphy is that he has to earn your respect in the field, and that lip-service means nothing. Now, without further adieu, I have guns and equipment to go pick-up. Ta-ta lads."

With that, Azrael stood and left.

OOC: I posted!

Lyon lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept replaying the mission in his mind, the blood rushing to his ears, and the sense of urgency they all flashed through his mind. It had been his first real mission; the simulators had never really captured the feel of it. Lyon stopped to look down at his watch, "The rest of the "group" should be in the cafeteria right about now", he thought. Sighing, he got up, and walked out of the room, grabbing a small plastic cylinder as he left. Inside the cylinder was a rolled up map with a building complex pictured on it. He needed to plot out the safest way to get to a certain point in the complex. Lyon had never been an especially social person, and he normally worked on these types of exercises rather then talking to people, while he ate. He walked into the lunchroom and after choosing his food sat down at a table near where Ryan and a few more people were sitting.

Jason was tired. The reports had taken way too long to finish. Plus, he apparently now had a meeting with Director Stoyanovich. Something about "losing people first time out"

Load of bull. Rhiya is not dead, she's just...in a coma. Well, I'm transferring her out anyways. Not that she can't hack it, it's just that shattering a leg and being concussed into a coma is a big issue, even with modern medicine.

He rubbed his eyes. Well, I might as well not be a zombie when i meet with Stoyanovich.

He got up, left and locked his office, and headed over to the room that was jointly shared by him and Kaitlin. He still didn't know why they let them get away with that.

Entering the room, he found her deeply asleep, although slightly twitching.

Doing his best not to disturb her, he slid into bed. He was trying to drift off to sleep when she woke up.

"Jason? You asleep?" she asked

"No, not yet. Is everything all right? You looked fitful when you were asleep."

"Everything is fine...just a bad dream is all.

"Okay. Just making sure."

The two then drifted off to sleep.

OOC: God I have no artistic inspiration anymore :stressed: