Dylan Sommers
Dylan got away from all the ruckus by taking refuge in a hallway. He could hear two persons talking in a room nearby, but he ignored it. He was just leaning on the wall, alone with his thoughts.
"If they had told me I'd have to team up with a band of maniacs, I would've asked something more than suits. Still, they seem like they'll get the job done. Except that tree. *scoffs* What's a tree gonna do to kill aliens? Still, I gotta try to behave. I've seen the faces some of them are giving me, and they already hate my guts. They'll probably kill me and dump my corpse to rot with the rest of the aliens in Venezuela. I'd hate to think that the chick with the blades, Katya, will grow tired of me that she'll sever my head with that... wire of hers-- STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKING WIRE ALREADY!"
His face seemed agitated. His heartbeat increased dramatically and his breathing turned heavy. The blue stripes in his suit were turning purple but returned to blue again.
"Just... think about the bunch of suits you'll get by the end of this first mission. The rookie? Meh, he definitely likes me. The look on his face when I spooked him was priceless. *smirks* But he seems like a good kid who's about to get himself killed. What the hell is he doing here? As long as he doesn't interfere with the mission, he's okay."
Dylan raised his arms to look at the spandex quality. He seemed hypnotized by how good it looked and it felt.
"Niiiice. T.E.C.H. didn't spare any expenses on the suit."
