As everyone sits at the meeting table in waiting Evander emerges from a room unknown of by the team, an array of obscure weaponry lining the florescent lit walls and ceiling. In full black gloves, black t shirt, black holster and black boots the Director takes a seat at the table as though he was ready to stand back up the next second. "Your all sure that we suffered a defeat against Warsman. The plan all along was to push Warsman to an extreme." Pressing a button on his remote control Evander looks upto a wall, the paper flicking to show a screen. Pictures of Impero fighting Warsman at his home. Creed's blade melting against the terrorist dictators back like it was nothing, and the call itself between him and the U.N. "I'm not a millionaire, my last names not Hilton, I am not Bruce, muthaf%ckin Wayne." Pressing a continuous play button on the bottom of the remote a graph begins scrolling through the minute and large array of Warsman's energy provided by both the H.A.R.D. technicians and Ethan Starks. "The United world leaders payed me a lifetimes worth of funding for H.A.R.D. that will take us to a higher level for policing the country. But after we agreed to the terms of crippling the former dictator for their own interests."Standing and walking around the table with his lighter's head rolling back and clicking forward "Everything the U.N. rep said was true though, I did fail to keep the country of Elysia out of his hands. now the world's strongest terrorists' power is at it's peak, and he's got hostages. We don't have the option of waiting anymore, we never did. But we do have the option to react."
The ingenious government operative Starks's delicate energy absorption machine displayed in a three dimensional rendering followed by two question marks "Today, sharpen your blades, count your rounds, update your programs. Tomorrow, take the day off and enjoy yourselves, tabs on me." Slade had complete faith in this group, a genuine respect of intelligence and ability that he didn't both to give a motivational speech. This mission was secured as long as they trusted each other, but there was more of a possibility of death present now more than ever. Grabbing his leather flight jacket and walking towards the sliding wall."Saturday, we knock on the devils door."
OOC for the second round of H.A.R.D. vs Warsman