[size=9pt]/hey ado!!! welcome. do u want this retro to the lockdown or? theres about 4 chars who aren't locked in the observatory so they can greet him, but if u want it open to everyone you might want to do it retro??? up to you!!

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He had been hired as a killer. No, he wasn't considered a mercenary. In the eyes of those that knew of the project that he had been with, he was worse than that of a mercenary. He had dealt with a couple of them during this time, as they were usually hired by Charon to do their dirty work and to protect the alien technology that they had managed to acquire during the meantime. He wasn't sure who had ultimately come out on top, but mercenaries were full of surprises. There had been one instance where one almost got the better of him and Carolina during a raid. The guy had equipped himself with a flamethrower and nearly burned them alive. Their armor could easily protect them from being burned alive, but it didn't prevent them from being looked alive either. The inside of the suit could reach temperatures that could most certainly kill them if they weren't careful enough. But it was two against one when it came to the Freelancers, although Washington was fairly certain he didn't do all that much to help Carolina who took it upon herself to fight him 1v1. Ultimately, she won the fight, but he remembered that it was the same day that Maine got shot in the throat over and over again as they managed to get the upper hand on them. Those that were trained well enough weren't the type to take lightly, and Washington knew that.

Did he think killers for hire was a thing in the world that he was in now instead of his own? Of course not. He didn't think something like that was possible for animals to really do effectively. Sure, some of them had skills that they could use in the likes of a battle, but was that the best way to go about it? He was fairly certain that they wouldn't be able to keep all evidence away. Although, there wasn't exactly finger print scanning or cameras that they needed to worry about so maybe they had it easier on them. The Freelancer didn't know and at the same time didn't care all that much. He was worried about getting everyone out of the Observatory. The lockdown having literally shut everything down, including the vents that would provide them with oxygen. Washington didn't know a way to override the lockdown from the outside, and he was one of the four animals that were actually outside of the facility. It was frustrating because if he was a human again, it would be so simple for him to break down the door with explosives but that didn't exist here. There was also a chance that he could kill someone with the shrapnel if he wasn't careful. His other worry was that the Typhoon would catch wind of whatever was happening with the outpost and make their attack.

There was a potential for them to get slaughtered, but Washington would sacrifice those that were capable of fighting first and maybe leave the rest to die while figuring out how to at least save the children and his comrades. He didn't have a whole lot of morals when it came to killing, but if it benefited the mission and the objective, then he would do everything possible to make it happen no questions asked. The armored smilodon was exhausted from going back and forth from patrols to figuring out and gaining records of what was happening inside of the Observatory. He needed to make sure that no one from the Typhoon made it in. He would kill them on site if they were going to become a problem to him. Thanks to the helmet he constantly wore, it meant that the Freelancer wasn't capable of catching scents. Instead, he was forced to use his sight and hearing to find a stranger that he had never seen before. Lugging all of his armor around could certainly be exhausted after a period of time, and he hadn't had any sleep since everything happened as he was worried about those that were inside. This meant he was more than likely going to snap at those that entered the outpost, and he already didn't trust anyone in the group anyway except for a select few.

White against green though was a fairly easy color combination to see out of the blue, even for him. The armored smilodon wasn't exactly stealthy, and it was easy to hear him coming with each step that he took his metal armor rattled on his body. He also weighed heavier than that of a lion despite being the size of one, so his pawsteps also sounded heavier. It seemed like he was the first one on the scene to come across a hybrid looking wolf. Washington didn't know that they were simply mutations and believed them to be something else. A bird, and some type of deer to explain the horns. His facial expressions were hidden behind the helmet visor, but it wasn't like he was really showing all that much emotion. He towered over the other but kept at least 10ft between him and the wolf. Washington's body, as usual, remained tense, as he craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack.[b] "What is your business with this outpost?" Washington questioned in the deadpanned and soldier tone that he usually carried. It was obvious that the smilodon wasn't the trusting type and was fairly closed off. He had no way to tell if this guy was from the Typhoon or not, and if he figured out the other was tricking him, he wouldn't think twice about snapping the canine's neck. Although, he wasn't that great in fighting in the strange body that he was in. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as glanced around, not moving his head, making sure the other was alone.