⚛️- "I'm sorry. I am listening. I'm just trying to gather my wits before I start to unravel." Kevin. That is what most of the agents knew him as. That is what made him comfortable in these situations. His primary directive, in all of these encounters and exchanges, was to be thee asset. As most of his division had been trained. Immediately, there was a lack of apparent technology so he'd have to rely on his survival skills. Errant eyes and the shifting gaze continued to trace their perimeter as if hunting for prospective wholistic sources for medical supplies. Think. He wiped his brow watching limbs twitch from the vicious glamour toad. Its skull crushed under the mighty weight of his telekinetic squeeze. Fragments of bone, blood, and tissue decorate the beach of a fissured landscape.
Thankfully Kevin wasn't a betting man. He hoped for a mini "vacay" from the polished floors and brushed steel. Yet, the agent is always to be ready.
THE SINK MARSHES
"I'm going to try and find a vantage point. Not to camp but to frequent. Maybe to get a better lay of the land." His head ticked, nesting on one shoulder as he tied his jacket around his waist. The yellow-cropped tank matched the trio of stripes down his black joggers. "I'd feel better if we stuck together but I'm not opposed to working alone. Just find me if I don't come back in thirty. I'm expecting to double-time it there and back." The scent of the wild was never his favorite but what complaining could be had when you were surrounded by it. "You coming?"