Victor adjusted the black leather gloves, smirking at how stereotypical he had to look to the others. Black suit, red tie, leather gloves, a silenced pistol at his hip and several long thin knives strapped beneath his jacket. A textbook description of a hitman if there ever was one. The only oddity was the black surgical mask he put on. It was less to hide his identity and more to keep blood from getting into his mouth. Before the procurement of the special mask, he had made do with handkerchiefs, torn clothing, anything at hand really. Inevitably, he ended up ordering the special mask. It prevented fluids from passing through at all, completely liquid proof. It formed to his face better as well, and even had small one way vents to make sure he didn't fog up his glasses.

Best hundred bucks he ever spent. The German glanced at Bloodhound, Khan, and Deuce, shooting his cuffs out with a final glance at his ammo in the gun as he holstered it. Noisy thing, though useful in a pinch. He didn't like this guns blazing approach, but best to look at it as a team building exercise. Plus he could see the others in action and get a better feel for their abilities. A slow breath in, hold...out. The calm before the storm. Arzt was calm. And soon, they would be a storm.

[color=00a651]"I am ready ven you are."[/color]