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Gave a gruff sigh as he watched Crip leave. All this time Benjamin was leaning against the wall, pistol out. But he didn't do anything. No one seemed to notice that he was standing there, and he didn't seem to care what happened. Benjamin had seen death all his life, and this was nothing special for him. It was something that he hadn't planned for this all to happen, and he had learned a lot about all of them. Or most. Leon.. He could instantly heal, that woman that crip had could graph metal into her skin, and Crip could teleport, something to take note of. Benjamin quietly placed the pistol back in his pants, and turned to walk away. He had also noticed that Leon was rather reckless, he could've made the shot, but he was also behind the man and didn't bother to act. as for the man Ace... He found him rather annoying. But emotions were bad to let out, it wasn't what a soldier did. Leon wasn't really a soldier in his eyes, now that he had seen what he could do. He was just a boy scout, that liked to shoot and things and bark orders. No, in his eyes. Leon and him, were very different. At this point, he considered himself an enemy to everybody, it was a way to distance himself. Plus, he didn't really have any friends here anyways. He may have to kill any one of them in the future, and Benjamin wouldn't like to get close. Not that it would've mattered really anyways. He couldn't help himself, he made to fight, kill, and then die... But what troubled him was. Why wasn't he dead already? He was the last one of the 'Indigo experiment'. The rest either died in battle, or where exterminated after the program was leaked out to the public. His body shivered at the thought as he turned and walked away.

In what felt like slow motion, Benjamin emerged from the little corner where he was staying and walked towards the door. He gave everyone a death glare, would they know who he is? Would Leon know? One by one, he looked over everyone his combat boots making a heavy 'thunk' sound on the metal floor. He knew that there was going to be more trouble up ahead. And he wanted to have free room, to do whatever it was that he needed. It was a sad thought actually, he was a human being, raised to become nothing but a murderer, and now he has been exiled to Mars by the very people that raised him. He was told to be the best, he was to help protect the people of his country, and possibly the world. Then was scrapped like a used battery. In a sense, it had broken his spirit, he was a soldier. One of the best, and now all that was once dear was stripped away, so easily done. The only person that knew what had truly happened to him, and felt truly sorry was his father. The cause of everything that happened to him.

Benjamin's eyes were that of a killer, but held no anger towards them. They were calm, observing, and deftly terrifying. He eventually turned away and walked out of the room through a shield door that lead to one of the tubes that made it's way to one of the larger habitats. His steps were all calculated, with a surprising grace, he was quite large, over 7 feet tall. But by the way he moved, he could handle himself, and was very agile. It was a apart of the military training that he had undergone. years, and years being taught to maneuver efficiently, then, he was taught to do the same when injured. When cut, when blinded, when shot, when burned, again and again it was borderline torture but it was necessary. Once the door shut behind him, he kept the same pace walking into the habitat and looked around. There was the usual some what hussle and bussle about the place. He saw mutants that he had seen before, some he hadn't. But everybody saw him, since he was probably one of the tallest in the room. He didn't like the attention that it brought to himself, so he lowered his head and moved through the habitat ignoring those trying to sell things, and some people loudly speaking. Benjamin looked up and saw the usual ceiling, if he missed one thing from earth. It was the sky, the big blue infinity that was always above you wherever you went. Bu what was above you hear, was a cold dark layer of metal, or whatever material they used. But what made it more unwelcoming, was that it was holding out the outside elements, that would kill you if you stayed out too long. He sighed and moved along.

Benjamin eventually made it to his sleeping hole, which is what he called it, and climbed inside. There he shut the door behind him, and sighed looking straight up at the white around him. He was glad that these were comfortable enough. But it was far, from the that nice warm feeling you had when pulling a sleeping back closer over your body while sleeping in a trench. That was what was home to him, in his life experience. the phrase 'home is where you make it' was a literal fact of life. But it actually had dire consequences if you decided to 'make home' in the wrong place. He shook his head getting the bad memories out, and suddenly had a craving for a drink. He sighed and opened up the hatch, and hopped out snagging one of his small, and very expensive bottles of whiskey and tucked it into one of the pockets in his military pants. Benjamin also grabbed one of his classic worn, and slightly tattered jackets and put it on. He had used it, while on a mission in Siberia. Benjamin made his way out of the sleeping quarters, and to one of the many side viewing sections of the habitat looking out on the horizon. He sat down, and looked outside at the desolate landscape and looked around before opening the bottle and taking a sip.