Serious Wetwork (detesteabeilles)
The world of science. Plenty could benefit from it while it still possess such a power that can also kill a civilization. In the hands of the right team or deviant, you can easily see the results as they happen. For Sol, he knew beyond the basics of science. And more importantly, he had the knowledge of a physician and biologist. Of course, one couldn't see that behind his rough exterior.
It turns out however, that he had been asked by a federal branch in the U.S. government to help "better equip" their forces. But something about this was off, as he knew there was a pigeon amongst a group of politicians and bureaucrats. A letter that was sent by BSAA arrived at his doorstep to help the needing agency. They offered good pay, but he knew the possible pigeon who gave the slip on him.
"If it's P.W.A.B., I've gotta watch my ass thanks to their bullshit." he responded as he shook his head in disgust. Sure, big brother probably found out about Sol, but at this point, with how damaging it was for them to pull an executive order to bomb Raccoon City, they needed to watch their ass or panic will happen across the nation for this dark secret. It's like a barter, and he knew it well.
The next day that followed, he was put on an airplane to D.C., all in a New York Minute. He didn't dress to impress anyone. He wasn't there to get a government job, for starters, so he walked in, hair loose, with a denim jacket and black attire to go with it, all in the presence of suits as far as the eye could see. He didn't salute any general or anyone who got in his way. He just went to his lab and there lied his workshop to make explosives or anything the BSAA needed.
Then, in that second where Sol read the paper about meeting these objectives, a young kid walked in the door. Military cut, dressed casually, and possibly someone who might use this type of gear.
"What do ya need kid?"