[Name: Wals [Cassette]]
[Faction: Mercenaries [Team]]
[Scan: Alloy Skeleton [Titanium], Argus Prosthetic Eye - Manta Ray, Blood Pump, Sianweistan - Isaac Military Industry Purge 2.0, etc.]
John looked at the sharp-edged Eastern European man in front of him.
"Sorry, do we know each other?"
"We would've, but you were dead before we got the chance to meet."
Wals bit hard on the word "dead."
He wore a visibly worn yet well-maintained tactical jacket, beneath it a dark gray turtleneck, with MOLLE webbing for gear attachment.
"Well, finally, someone who can call out my name."
John raised an eyebrow and said in a relaxed tone, "Where's Raphael?"
"She's busy, go wait on the second floor."
Wals appeared in the hall, and the gunfire immediately stopped.
His expression was indifferent, walking and talking like a cop, signaling others to clean up the mess, while tearing off his bulletproof vest.
Three bullets fell from the barrier netting, clattering onto the ground.
