Everything had been going as it should have been, all until it seemed Dylan went blind for no reason at all. Rather then go walking around like an idiot and possibly go fall off the edge of the building, Dylan had instead, sat down where he stood. Crossing his arms he sat like a man calmly waiting for something. he was waiting for something. For the blackness to go away, or for sounds of anyone who may be a stranger nearby. Being blinded didn't effect the man all that much, he'd just make very small fine wires of steel along his body and throw them out in the radius around him. Anyone trip one of the he would be on them faster then they thought.
Luckily, none of this happened and the darkness was lifted. It was no surprise to Dylan that most of the prisoners had escaped. It was also no skin off his back, although he was rather put off by the fact that he didn't have any kills for the day (he had an injury technically, but that was against his own alley so it didn't count) but other then that, Dylan would have stayed silent on the way back even if the mission had been a success.
"Heh, I thought it was impossible to shut you up!" Dylan said to Jeff on the way back, breaking said silence. Out of all of the hardened veterans, Dylan knew Jeff, wouldn't take the loss as hard as Tremis would. He didn't count Iren considering she was a recruit. And small talk was always nice, it sorta reminded him of his old unit (and as a result the neat little plan tucked away in the back of his head)
All in all. It had been a (semi) normal day for Dylan. the only thing on his mind was the insane amount of power this She person must have. No wonder the global gov't was scared of her, she seemed to have her hands in everything and no one would know it. It almost seemed like a bad thriller novel. . .almost. . .
----2 Days Later----
"Time for work. . ." Dylan said to himself as he got up from his chair, near the window in the rec-room. Dumping the rest of his coffee into the sink Dylan walked down the hall, military fatigues and uniform on, like always. He noticed someone had beat him to it. The new girl they had recruited but not 2 days ago.
"Yep it's the war-room kid. Although we don't really call it that now that we have helicopters, assault rifles, modern TV, and no Germans knocking at our borders." Dylan said as he gave her a slight shove into the room in which she was hesitating about.
He noticed the shirt she was wearing. He wrinkled his nose. "Jeez how long have you been wearing that thing? Have you even taken a bath?" Dylan asked her. Although Dylan, being a soldier, was used to not taking a bath for days on end. Things were different ( at least he assumed) for woman, that and any time Dylan had the chance to take a bath (on the field) he took it. It was no surprise to see that Dylan had a schedule for a Bath when on base. A soldier he was, a slob he was not.
*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*