The sheer [i]audacty[/i] of the Englishman took Shaozu completely by surprise. So sudden and intrusive was Bishop's introduction that he was left stuttering on the edge of the conversation, wondering how in the hell this man had managed it. There was a glint of madness in his eye, and Shaozu recognised a dangerous mam when he saw one. After untangling himself from Bishops grasp, he gave the man a bitter scowl. [b]'... Jiang Shaozu, People's Armed Police. UNIXIPU has strange recruiting standards, Mr Bishop. Was it your experience that earned you a place here or merely your insanity?'[/b] It may have sounded like rudeness, but this was actually Shaozu trying his best to [i]not[/i] offend his British counterpart. International comradeship was based on mutual dislike and respect; he had the first bit down, so now was the time to start giving respect in his own twisted little way. As they talked, others drifted over toward them. The cowboy American, some Hispanic woman, a few others... It would take Herculean effort on his part, but Shaozu would try to afford them each the respect they were due as professional solders, regardless of their nationality.

Before long a tannoy sounded, giving the newly formed Echo Squad their first orders. Unlike most of the others, Shaozu was not concerned with the high-tech state of the facility; China was a veritable wonderland of gadgets nowadays and it got old fast. So instead of gawking at the tech on display, he simply forged ahead, following the directions given to the barracks a level below. He soon split off from the group, most of whom were veering toward the bunk rooms, instead taking a look around the exercise area and armoury. Nothing much out of the ordinary, bar a few tantalising glimpses of weapons of unknown design; the pistol looked particularly exotic.