Tavish was more than a little unnerved. Then again, being unnerved was an occupational hazard in his line of work. The chopper smelled vaguely of piss. Wonderful. He checked his gear with shaking hands. A Mossberg Pump and an MP7. He'd been in situations with worse. He'd also used better. No matter.
	
	His uniform was well, [i]uniform[/i]. It was fairly standard PMC stuff. He was currently wearing a button of shirt and slacks. How overdressed he must look. As he started unbuttoning his shirt he spoke.

	"You guys are lucky, normally I charge for this." Accompanied by a toothy grin. "The name's Tavish. Tavish MacIntyre."