The man that stood before the borderline teenager was like the exact opposite of him. He looked to be old, possibly in his early sixties, he had a gray trim haircut accompanied by a gray, thick but trim beard as well. The old man had stark blue eyes that was looking the 18-year old up and down. Then the man wore a beige trenchcoat, with no straps to hug it tightly to his chest so it was just left open to reveal his black turtleneck sweater. The man had on white gloves which concealed his hands and he also wore khakis and dress shoes..for whatever reason. But the most notable thing about him was the shotgun in his hand. He had it painted carbon black, it was a pump action shotgun with a red dot sight upon it. Instead of shells it fired Uranium Tipped Slugs, which he held the weapon with ease in one hand, leaving the other open and he shook. "Well then, I was [i]not[/i] expecting this..."