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Jumpy little fellow, that Ralph was.

Aiden shook Clint's hand firmly, nodding his head. "Hello, Clint. I'm Aiden. It's a pleasure." He said with a less than pleasant expression. It seemed perma-stuck on serious mode.

His hands returned to their pockets, eyeing the two men casually. "I have. Though never on an actual mission. Just lab tests."

If Neil knew this was the most that Alexi spoke for the day, he might have been impressed. "Nice to meet you Alexi, Miri." he said back, beaming at the new sense of companionship between them. He heard many stories about the hunters from the Life division. That they enjoyed torturing things in the name of science. Tried to do stem cell research and create prosthetic limbs with runic weapons attached.

Including a vague story about a giant underground testing area for the explicit use of testing the atomic structure of organic matter and the effect of short and long distance molecular transfer via manual fire dimensional rift rifles. And that it was monitored by the life department heads autotuned AI program.

But these were just stories.

It was nice to see that they had just normal people in their squadron. "Well there is safety in numbers, plus having a hunter with a fear weapon is a big advantage." he said with simple stare. It also improved the likeliness of survival but that didn't need to be said. he did feel the need to peek over the railing and watch the people down below. It felt like eons since he could be that blissfully naive, enjoying what life gave him. a safe home, a warm bed and a lie of a life. Oh there was a bit of envy there, they just did not know what true horrors wait in the darkness. That in itself made him pity them too, from his place above them, the ants that scrambled around times square in the dark.

"We haven't decided on a pilot yet, from what I can see." he mentioned softly, already back in the moment and checking on the two weapons he still had nestled in the pockets of his coat. azure eyes payed keen attention to the barrier dagger in his hand, the metal was cool and shiny, ready for action. "Do we have any takers for the position in that case?" he said boldly, it didn't matter to him if he was controlling it or defending, the runt of the moon squad just wanted to make sure that he was going to be able to see the next morning and the sunrise that came along with it.

"Is there anyone that needs a Moon for there group?" Seth called out as he was unsure of where he was needed to be a shield to protect those that were going to use the Argus. He didn't mind where he went all he wanted to do was to protect the best that he could. Slowly breathing in and out to make sure to keep himself focused on the task at hand to protect.

"If we are moving, I suggest we do it now. Maybe try one of the Twin Towers? as a vantage point? It's plenty high and I'm certain we can get a better view or have more space to fight in, when we move."

They were supposed to take high points, right? Lowe shifted Afzal in his grip and looked to the others, wanting to move. There was no point in delaying this - the sooner things got done the better. His flesh was prickled with goosebumps from the night cold, and he bit his lower lip in anticipation.

"Let us move. Now."

Cecil glanced up at the call, relief immediately spreading over his face, although he kept his smile wide and cocky. "Well, wonderful, wonderful! I'm more than happy to fly that morceau de merde, I have utmost confidence in all of your abilities I am sure you'll- ah- watch my back wonderfully." If he could help it, the center of the defensive huddle was definitely the best place to be. If anyone else wanted that position they'd have to fight him for it.

Brave, soldier, brave. His weapon grunted, and Cecil could once again sense the rolling of eyes.

I've kept us alive this long, haven't I? Intelligence, clearly.

Amy found herself to be strangely calm. There might have been some apprehension in the air, but she didn't notice it. She was here to do a job, or die trying. A fact she didn't even flinch from.

But in order to do that job properly, she would need to find a group. "I can help on defense if anyone needs me!" she called. She was a Moon Hunter, and that's what she did.

"The more the merrier!!" Cecil's head nearly spun off his shoulders at the shout of yet another Moony looking for action. The more bodies between him and the enemy, the better. Frowning, he flipped on his headset, ready to send a wire out to Wicket, but no matter how many times he switched... "MERDE! Alright-" Wickett was fine. He was a tough, doughy sort, it'd take more than an apocalypse to stop that creeper. Just don't think about it. "It's a total sausage party here, pretty ladies are always welcome!" He almost felt bad she would probably be dismembered horribly somehow.

But that was the way the Hunter Crumbled.