Mr_DC
Been a while
@Elephantom
It took a few minutes for a figure to appear in the courtyard beyond the security checkpoint. The man coming closer was shorter than the rest but there was something about him. When he came closer, his small but sharp, blue eyes scanned the street before anything else. Then his eyes ran across the surrounding buildings. Finally, they landed on the newcomer. The merc. The man's tiny eyes were almost gray in their paleness. He looked over the merc. "You must be Mickey." He said the name as if he was reading it from a card. He was cleanly shaved and his completely white hair was kept short.
While he was thin, his black uniform was carefully tailored to suit him. "I'm Mr Keyes." Keyes said, his tone a flatline. Not even the slightest change in pitch. Not even a blink of his eye since they landed on the merc before him. "I will be your handler for the duration of your assignment with us." Nothing but a few muscles of his mouth moved as he spoke. Even his jaw made the barest attempts to make him appear human. Still, every word he said came out clearly and with the weight of a judge delivering a sentence.
Even though there were a few wrinkles on his face, Keyes was unmistakably older than he appeared to be. Anyone could tell he was a veteran soldier from the first look. Many soldiers found work in corporations when governments started making cutbacks. Few lasted long, their skills needed reshuffling, and fewer still managed to reach high ranks in corporate armies. And Keyes was in the clouds of the corporate ladder.
"Come with me." He gave the order and turned back to the courtyard, taking a few steps ahead.
It took a few minutes for a figure to appear in the courtyard beyond the security checkpoint. The man coming closer was shorter than the rest but there was something about him. When he came closer, his small but sharp, blue eyes scanned the street before anything else. Then his eyes ran across the surrounding buildings. Finally, they landed on the newcomer. The merc. The man's tiny eyes were almost gray in their paleness. He looked over the merc. "You must be Mickey." He said the name as if he was reading it from a card. He was cleanly shaved and his completely white hair was kept short.
While he was thin, his black uniform was carefully tailored to suit him. "I'm Mr Keyes." Keyes said, his tone a flatline. Not even the slightest change in pitch. Not even a blink of his eye since they landed on the merc before him. "I will be your handler for the duration of your assignment with us." Nothing but a few muscles of his mouth moved as he spoke. Even his jaw made the barest attempts to make him appear human. Still, every word he said came out clearly and with the weight of a judge delivering a sentence.
Even though there were a few wrinkles on his face, Keyes was unmistakably older than he appeared to be. Anyone could tell he was a veteran soldier from the first look. Many soldiers found work in corporations when governments started making cutbacks. Few lasted long, their skills needed reshuffling, and fewer still managed to reach high ranks in corporate armies. And Keyes was in the clouds of the corporate ladder.
"Come with me." He gave the order and turned back to the courtyard, taking a few steps ahead.