He said nothing as he approached the doors. Makoto turned without question, and followed him into the compound. She held a clipboard, looking down at it as they walked. "You have a meeting with the shareholders this afternoon, they wish to speak to you about the....incident" she said, jumping right to buisiness. "The new recruit arrived just a bit ago, the others are preparing to meet in the bay for your opening words. After that, there is quite a bit of paperwork after said incident you need to go over, as well as the plans for the....new projects" she flipped a page. Yamato kept his eyes ahead of him. This was more annoying to hear than anything. He was used to being weighed down by paperwork, but now that the incident happened, he would be stuck doing so even more. Perhaps that was their plan...they hated the fact that he did not mind the battle field, that he prefered to be alongside his team, rather than the sidelines.
If they had their way, he would be stuck in an office all day, with little to no interaction with the team at all. One would think they would have been happier to have him on the lines, the risk of him dying would leave the entire opperation up for grabs. Perhaps they knew better, perhaps they wondered if he had already named his future benefactor. He kept much out of their ears for specific reasons, just as they did him. He had no intrest in their petty games, he was a man of this company as his father had been. "Sir?" Makoto looked at him, giving him a lightly softer look. She worried about him a bit, his age and all that he was put under dispite it. "I will deal with the shareholders, as well as the documents. For now, there is the matter of this recruit..." his eyes flickered in her direction for a brief second. Makoto nodded. The first to arrive to the bay where the woman was, was a tall and very well endowed man.
He looked like a walking brick wall to many, years of experience had molded him into quite the soldier. He had a cigar in his mouth, smoked so much, the scent always seemed to linger around him. His one good eye fixed on the female who stood like a statue. He said nothing, blowing out a ring of smoke. His towering form and power in combat had gained him the code name and nickname of Destro. He was not one to be trifled with, on or off the battle field, if he said something, people were wise to listen. Age and experience had hardened him, some wondered if dispite how young he was, if he was getting to old and run down for this job. Blunt fact was, he was the best of them for this reason. He had more experience than any, and knew others who had come before a few of them. He stopped next to the female, blowing out another smoke ring.
"So...yer the new one eh?" he didn't even look at her, "quite the choice." There were a few suggestive hints behind his words, but the tone and the manner of his body language gave none of them away. An explosion came from across the bay, as a door opened. Black smoke poored into the large hanger, and laughing followed. "Never carry small explosives in your back pocket" a male said, walking out of the smoke as others ran over to assess the damage. Destro sighed, closing his eye "dammit Trigger" he growled lightly. "Awe come on, no need to be such a sour puss, it was an accident!" the male laughed, before he noticed her. "Well hello you" he slid over to her. "New recruit huh? Well maybe later, I'll give you a...private tour~" he smiled, the look holding a slightly darker undertone. "Leave er alone" Destro grabbed the back of his uniform, lifting him off the ground. His sheer strength was incredible.
There were rumors that cirrulated about him, some even involved him wrestling bears. "You two seriously have issues" a warmer voice said. A handsome, younger male walked out of the elevator. He wore a white lab coat at the moment, and a suit underneath. "Gizmo!" Trigger waved from behing held in the air by the larger counterpart. "Got any new toys for us?" he asked. The handsome male laughed, "you will get your toys in time...and hopefully this time not blow up anything." He noted the female himself now, and gave her a light nod "you must be the new recruit. I am the head technitian and scientist for the squad, name's Diego Martinez...but most just call me Gizmo or Giz" he nodded to the other two, "the explosive one is our Artillary specialist...best known as simply Trigger. The brick wall is Leevi Rivera, known as Destro and our midrange support. He's been at this the longest, so kind of like an unofficial second boss" he smiled.
Destro sat down Trigger away from the girl, slipping out his cigar. "Where are the others? Better get their asses down here quickly, the boss is not going to wait around for them" he said. "Their coming, their own paces and such" he laughed, he held his own clip board, though for now he kept it at his side. The three of them alone were an odd trio, but there was already a strong feeling of a bond between all of them. Even if they were polar opposites, they were like a family. Trigger moved to Diego, patting him on the back. He whispered something to him, that made the younger seem to blush a bit. "Usted es uno tipo loco" he said, laughing a bit a moment later. His accent had given it away at first, and speaking another language had given it away. Destros accent as well. The two of them were from other places origionally within the world.