Constantine walks up the steps to the hospital tapping the bottom of his cigarette carton, after finally reading his mission orders he found out he was supposed to meet some people here. Before dropping and stomping out the dying cigarette in his mouth he uses its sparks to make a flame from his fingertip to light the new one. He stomps out his old one and walks through the open door. He looks around the white room, his dark eyes looking for anything out of the ordinary. He spots a chair directly under a no-smoking sign. He laughs to himself and puffs out flames along with his smoke. [i] I would have preferred being in my own squad, I can kill things no problem. [/i] He sits there by the door figuring, either his new squad will leave through the door or come back through it at this point. He looks through his backpack and notices he has enough cigarettes to keep him happy for now.