His long blond hair hung irritatingly in front of his face as William tapped on his knee protectors. How long have they been sitting here already? Way to long for William’s patience, and the worst case was, he didn’t knew anyone of the members whom sat in there, and didn’t even feel to start a conversation, as he watched their squad leader walk up and down, waiting for the repairmen to repair the damn machine.

“Pfhe, we could’ve been off hours ago already” William grunted, as his bleu eyes stared towards the way too fat mechanic, and he let out a small cough, before setting his feet upon the ground, his light iron boots clashing agains’t the metal floor. He was rarely seen without his armor, Unless he was out of his patrol or military business of course, but for the past few days he had been wearing it again, long patrols and watch outs, being bored and getting more short fused every single moment he wasted on this thing.

After a short while, William had enough of it, and stood up, his armor not even giving a squeak, as it was well taken care off. His 6’2 long appearance walked towards the machine, and he boringly gave a short kick agains’t it, before he walked to the wall near to the window, and leaned against it. The squad leader finally had the mechanics work their ass off, and after a short moment the machine finally showed a sign of life.

William grinned as he walked back towards his eat, and watched the squad leader listen to the machine, as it seemed to indeed give some messages between the static that could be heard, which was pretty irritating. Of course William tried to hear it too, but the squad leader seemed to react on something, getting nothing but static back, before a awful sound crashed through the speakers of the machine.

“What the hell?” William said, as a inhuman scream sounded through the room, which hurt his ears and made his hair go straight up. “they hurt my ears dammit..” William mumbled, after the squad leader gave the sign they would move out, and he grabbed his sniper off the ground he had left her, together with the usual pack of ammunition and his helmet. “well, sounds like fun…”

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Secret member of the W.A.T.B and protector of Ava (I'm watching you, Dreadlord...)