[b][i]Overkill[/i][/b] [i]"Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud So good I can't believe it, screaming with the crowd Don't sweat it, we'll get it back to you" - Motörhead[/i] [b]Wilson's Vertibird, Dojo Courtyard, The Dojo[/b] [i]The sound of both Motörhead and an arc welder filled the air around the Vertibird, which was nothing unusual for the Courier. He was always blasting music and almost always working on his gear or selling some to someone else. Wilson was Wilson. Outside under the canopy that was set up next to the aircraft, Wilson was working on his power armor, which stood in a frame, an engine block crane next to it, holding a familiar piece of gear: the formidable M2HB Browning Machine Gun, known lovingly to Wilson as the Deuce. The .50 caliber monster hung above the right shoulder pauldron as Wilson working on welding the bracket and ammo belt armor into place. On the table before him, the M134D-H sat with its mounting. A smaller weapon, its mounting procedure had been much easier, but the gun just could not match the Browning shot for shot. And so, Wilson had ultimately determined that walking around with a belt-fed .50 caliber heavy machine gun on his shoulder was the better idea. Finishing the mounting bracket, he lowered the weapon into place, and set about setting it into its quick coupler. Wearing his Elite Riot Gear, helmet off, Wilson was quite a massive man even outside of his armor, built like a tank and wickedly strong. Flipping up his welding mask, he lit a cigarette with the torch, and took a drag, admiring the recent addition of his personal favorite weapon. Wolfe appeared just outside of the canopy, and he spoke.[/i] Got some news, Alex. Clarkson's got more information on Atlas from Rose. We're tracking his operators in Central America. Rose seems to be fitting in well here, set up a medical office and has been doing her best to help out. [i]Wilson took another drag.[/i] Boooooring. [i]Wolfe sighed.[/i] Why where you after that kid earlier? [i]Wilson's retort was defensive.[/i] Little bast*rd stole a reactor core from me! Any clues as to why? [i]Wolfe asked flatly.[/i] No clue, dude, no clue. [i]Wolfe then observed the Deuce on Wilson's armor, and made the connections as to what Wilson had been doing for all this time.[/i] Not a fan of the M134? [i]He asked casually.[/i] Nope. I'll take my Ma Deuce any day. Kick it old school and tear through armor. [i]Wilson replied proudly.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]