Snippet #2476569

"Ahh, apologies. Good morning then." Unsurprising, the one option he had failed to mention would, in fact, prove to be the very one that he should have chosen to use. He didn't pay close enough attention to the time of day, it seemed, if he was that drastically off. The message on the mission interrupted his searching, which prompted a slight, brief frown on his face. Brief, because it did prove relevant to what he had been doing after all. Dylan walked in, making comments about scaling all over mountains and such. To each his own, Alex supposed, he wouldn't consider going out much even if he had the ability to just warp everywhere. But three ghosts, and apparently teams were already organized. Interesting, to put it mildly. He responded calmly, returning his visual attention to the PDA, resuming his search for background before the brief. "Morning, and the message was received. Work is work, regardless of numbers."

Another girl walked in, making a general greeting as well. Seemed everyone was waltzing in at the same time, then. Closing out the search on his PDA and pocketing it, in a different pocket than his pistol, he nodded towards the most recent arrival, not really feeling like repeating a morning greeting again. They were to report to the Ops room, and he was geared up already, so no need to waste time waiting around. He started towards the door, hands finding their places in his coat pockets, making an offhand comment as he left. "No sense waiting around, I imagine. Ghosts won't hunt themselves." An inevitable requirement of their lot in life, there seemed to be a never ending stream of ghosts, products of needless deaths that sometimes, caused by ghosts, spawned more of their kind. It reminded him of the problem that zombie flicks posed to humans. Zombies kill and grow in numbers, humans kill and all they get is a corpse. Hopefully, like many of the zombie flicks, the psychics would prevail and survive. Shaking the morbid thoughts, he left the armory door open for the others to leave of their own volition, whether immediately after him or following him in due time, and he would make a beeline for the ops room, to await the brief.