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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
When it came to someone that was constantly parnaoid, getting as much intel as possible was one of the ways to quell that paranoia. It meant that he should know and what to expect from something that would evidently come toward his direction. One of the reasons why he had yet to approach any of the likes of the other outposts that were around the area as he wanted to get as much information as he possibly could. The Freelancer had no reason to go toward any of them unless they really did have information that they needed. It would be something that would eventually happen, and the former human was bound to make his appearance in all of them whether they liked him being there or not. The armored smilodon commonly followed Carolina around, especially after the recent events that had happened with the female. He wasn't sure what he thought about what was happening to her, but he didn't like it. Sometimes it seemed like a switch needed to be turned on for something to happen. Either way, if Washington had been who he was before he started the program that turned him into what he was now, he probably would have joined in with the rest of the sarcasm that was going around.
It was another outpost, one that had the designated name Rosebloods. Interesting name, and he wasn't going to take the name literally either. Washington flicked one of his ears as he made his way over, not being able to distinguish scents thanks to the helmet that he wore anyway. Washington had to rely on his hearing and his sight to find those that he didn't recognize. Which wasn't all that hard but more time-consuming. The lion-sized animal wore armor that coverd the front portion of his body, his helmet hiding any facial features that one would have. He was lucky for that as no one would be able to tell how tired he really was. The former human came to a stop slightly adjacent to the rest of the group, not saying anything. He technically had a rank with this group, but he didn't bother to try and get involved with other affairs that didn't concern him. His golden gaze looked over those that he knew and those that he didn't know before looking toward the two animals that were on the border. He always needed to keep up to date with what was going on, and this was one of them. There seemed to be a couple groups that were popping up here and there.[b] "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself in his usual deadpanned tone, and not say anything more. If anything, he was just here to listen.
howieIt was another outpost, one that had the designated name Rosebloods. Interesting name, and he wasn't going to take the name literally either. Washington flicked one of his ears as he made his way over, not being able to distinguish scents thanks to the helmet that he wore anyway. Washington had to rely on his hearing and his sight to find those that he didn't recognize. Which wasn't all that hard but more time-consuming. The lion-sized animal wore armor that coverd the front portion of his body, his helmet hiding any facial features that one would have. He was lucky for that as no one would be able to tell how tired he really was. The former human came to a stop slightly adjacent to the rest of the group, not saying anything. He technically had a rank with this group, but he didn't bother to try and get involved with other affairs that didn't concern him. His golden gaze looked over those that he knew and those that he didn't know before looking toward the two animals that were on the border. He always needed to keep up to date with what was going on, and this was one of them. There seemed to be a couple groups that were popping up here and there.[b] "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself in his usual deadpanned tone, and not say anything more. If anything, he was just here to listen.
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