Montana continued to wander around the ship, not running into any other freelancers as he waited to be called down to the med bay. When it seemed like he was about to crack and had to hit something was when his name was finall call, saving whoever was going to have to face his impatience.

"Agent Montana, report to the Medical Bay for your procedure."

"About damn time," he said gruffly as he made his way down more hallways and shoving past several people who rather then protest, just tried to stay clear of his path. Upon reaching the med bay, he saw it to be rather crowded, filled with several white suited men and women. When some seemed to notice his arrival, he was ushered off to the side, and in annoyance he complied. He was led off to another room where he was forced into signing his name on a few papers which he did, rather then keep on having to deal with these people. If he had to hear them tell him to hurry and write his name once more he was going to throw one of them across the room.

For a brief few minutes after signing his name he was left alone, and told to remove his helmet, which he did, revealing his face which shockingly didn't look as bad as some thought for how he acted and always kept his helmet on. He merely preferred keeping his identity to himself. Shortly the white suited people returned with a cup of pills and water. He ignored the water and down the pills, just hoping this procedure was going to happen shortly. It didn't take long for the pills kicked in, voices became distant and his vision slowly blurred and faded out into absolute nothingness, until darkness remained.

He awoke what felt like seconds later to him within his own room, a mind splitting headache accompanying his awakening."Oh what the hell did they do to me, feels like I was punched by a building," he grumbled.

[i]If that knocks you down, you are weak[/i], a gruff and agitated voice said startling him to full alertness.
"Who said that?" he questioned and was greeted by a small gray AI.
[i]I did, I am Omega[/i], the AI said still with the same voice of agitation. His form was gray and black in color with a hazy effect, like smoke has to it, the AI seemed to wear an EVA helmet, with a security (left shoulder) and grenadier (right shoulder) shoulder piece, a grenadier V2 chest piece, and air assault knee pads.

"All right, Omega, so what's your deal? What do you do?" Montana asked with the same agitation in his voice looking straight at the AI 
[i]I enhance your strength and hand to hand combat techniques along with your weapon capabilities and skills[/i], Omega stated as fact ,[i]I'm also to instruct you of rules the Director has.[/i] With that the AI went on about the specifics on what was expected with the AI and other rules to follow.
"Well that's a lot of stuff to remember but I hope the director knows that on the battlefield there are no rules," Montana said a smirk on his face as he grabbed his helmet ",This will be an interesting partnership."