As Tyrone approached the armory, he knew that he should take into account the weapons of choice of those around him. 

[i]A looot of cqc going on today, even... a flamethrower, interesting[/i]

It didn't surprise him, of course, he had heard the stories about Officer O'Henessey and his tendency to be kind of, well, psychotic. Exaggerated, surely, no one describes their superiors as loving or compassionate; but he did know that the flamethrower was not a weapon that many chose willingly; most soldiers are professionals who don't get off on smelling the charred flesh of their victims. 

[i]Either way, I'll just have to go the opposite direction[/i]

He grabbed a sniper rifle off the wall, as well as a sidearm and combat knife in case things got personal. He knew he could lay down good cover fire from a distance, and even if he didn't want to admit it, the idea of being right in the fray may have scared Tyrone just a bit.

He approached O'Henessey knowing that most would give him a wide berth. The guy was tough, but he's dealt lot of tough guys, with his father being the toughest of them all. The fact that he was having a conversation with a medic that seemed less than... professional may have deterred him a bit, but nonetheless, he wanted to make a good impression. His steps brought him to the back of the Warrant Officer as he finished speaking.

Tyrone opened his mouth just as bizarre music began to blare over the intercom, interrupting the usual chatter.

[i]Some kind of prank[/i]

He wasn't nearly as amused as the superior who stood before him chuckling, and he tapped on his back to get his attention.

"I can keep an eye out for you from afar out there if needed sir" Tyrone tried to shout over the music as he gestured with his rife.