[b][i]Arrival[/i][/b] What in the f*ck? [i]the individual growled, clambering to his feet. Covered in armor, his face obscured behind an armored mask, this man looked to be a warrior of some sort. His left hand appeared to be cybernetic, mechanical sounds emanating from it when he moved it to be sure it was not broken. Clenching his fist, he sighed and looked around. Observing the massive structure before him, he stood back staring for a moment. [/i] That.... that is insane.... didn't know the Japs had anything like this... [i]Cracking his neck, the man approached the gates of the building, and to any nearby, it was clear that he was armed. A rifle was slung on his back, one similar to an AK, and a shotgun sat on his hip. On a shoulder holster he had a 1911, the weapon's grip having a snakeskin pattern. He looked like an odd cross between a survivalist, a cartel thug, and and a formal soldier of his time.[/i] [i]The eyes of his helmet lit up green, scanning the environment and pinpointing the living, noting their gear in case they reacted to him in a hostile manner. At this point, however, after a rapid observation, he was sure that they would not mind another warrior, and he was certain that they would not know of his affiliations with the Feds and some not-so-nice guys in South America who liked dealing guns and drugs. And so, he approached the gates nonchalantly.[/i] [spoiler]How was this? Also, totally open.[/spoiler]