Russel Williams
Team One's Engineer/Pilot
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As always, Russel could be found with in the garage working on his next big project. Right now there was no way of telling just what it could be, though it did seem to be an aircraft of some sort. A hatch on top of the ship where the pilot would sit opened up to reveal the boy who appeared as some sort of punkish street trash with his baggy shorts and a t-shirt that seemed a bit too big for him. There was an old jacket tied at his waist by the sleeves and under that was a tool belt. What one wouldn't guess, is the fact he's the sole heir to a very rich and prestigious family.
"Piece of junk! Damn!" Russel would spit out as he slammed the hatch before hopping down from the craft. This project in particular has caused him a great deal of irritation, but it would have to wait. For as soon as he moved back to his work bench where the blue prints for the aircraft rested, his PDA went off. Instantly, he knew it was most likely about a mission. Russel quickly rolled up his blue prints and put them away in a holder next to the file cabinet next to his desk and rushed for the door that led into the living quarters of the base.
"Yo! Chip! Time to go!" Russel would call out as a small white monkey with a small high-tech looking silver collar ran out from under one of the chairs in the garage cooing with excitement. Leaping for Russel's arm the little guy would climb up to his shoulder where Russel would greet him with a small apple slice.
Joining the others Russel would find him self a near by wall to lean back against. It was some where out of the way and not exactly with the rest of the team. When gifts were giving out Russel seemed to not really care and it was Chip who happily ran out to retrieve them. He would stand in front of the captain with a wide toothy grin and hands held out wide. The gloves he would place in his mouth while the hammock he would hold high above his head and waddle back to Russel who knelt down to examine it all. Outside Russel showed very little response to the gloves. He did appreciate the thought, though it was a little weird to get presents so suddenly and with all the money he had there was no problem in just always buying a new pair. As for the hammock, Russel would show a smile and reach over to pet the top of Chip's head who flailed his arms about, but seemed to be enjoying himself.
Once the captain started to give out orders, Russel returned to his place against the wall. Chip returning to his shoulder and looking on along with him. It was safe to say Russel wasn't too pleased to be working along side the pervertlord. He wasn't sure why, but he always got the feeling the guy was a major creeper. The fact it was very clear the guy was a demon did not help his thoughts at all. Russel even cringed at the very idea of working with him, but the captain had his reasons, or so the boy would tell himself. The captain too was a bit strange to say the least. Then again everyone in the existence group kinda was in their own ways.
When everything was said and done, Russel would catch the keys and begin on his way back to the garage.
"The Dodge I've been working on should get us all there real quick. Zephar may have to fly to the location where I'm meeting him. As far as gas masks go you know I got you covered, dawg. On the table as you enter, there should be enough for everyone." Russel would say along the way. Once there Russel make his way in and grab one of the gas masks, before moving to the driver's seat. Looking back to everyone Russel would ask,
"Also... If you have to puke... do it out the window..." Russel would say with a smirk before opening the door and getting behind the wheel.
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