"Not really. Normally I'd be cutting something to pieces..figure I'd spare the forest my wrath this once." [i] Lance said plainly. The thing about Lance..it was hard to tell if he was in a good or bad mood. His face was so impassive and blank all the time he could be dying inside, and flash you a million dollar smile.[/i] "Don't you have diplomatic negotiations to attend to? Responsibility and all that?" [i] Lance questioned. The one thing he'd never enjoyed about the military...taking orders and having a responsibility. Well..he was lying to himself. The fact he held people's lives in his hands. He'd only done it for the money. The country could handle themselves, but his children needed to eat. And the U.S. Paid a lot of money to have one of the world's greatest killers on their side. Because if they hadn't..some other country would have. As it turns out, time traveling for fun doesn't really pay bills. But carrying out counter terrorism/hostage rescue ops did. [/i]