[center][color=0076a3][h1]JAN VAN GENT[/h1][/color][b]HANGAR, NEW ANCHORAGE[/b][/center]
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Jan quietly listened to the tasks Graham listed... Standard physical tests, firearm tests... climbing into an NC. If it weren't unproffesional Jan would kiss this man. He had always been quite annoyed at the on-duty laxness there was in New Anchorage. He could pretty much walk all over lunch regulations up until now and get a sandwich whenever he wanted. He had secretly enjoyed someone finally saying something about it. He may not have liked the pencil pusher that reported him to Graham, but he quite liked the authority that pencil pusher represented.

So Graham wanted him to climb into an NC unassisted? Please, Jan had done that shit already. It was somewhat of a necesarry skill for a mercenary like him. He saw Stein stepping forward before he could though, and was slightly taken aback by how she took the challange... Stein was capable of emotions other than mild disinterest?

The blonde-haired girl finished, and Jan wanted to step up again, but again he was interrupted, this time by an old woman no less. He was skeptical of her capability for just a moment, but was then reminded experience was just as much of an asset as raw power and agility.

He heard a familiarly whiny voice lament its apparant inadequacy.  "Oh shut your face Moore, that defeatist line of thinking is gonna get you nowhere... In fact, I feel like us men are a bit underrepresented in this whole matter" Jan walked over, raising his hand as if to signal some invisible referee to start their stopwatch. He would be the first to admit seeing the two ladies go before him had given him a bit of an edge on this particular NC, but then again, he knew his own NC like the back of his hand, so that point was rather moot.

He swung his arm downwards to signal he was starting. He made good progress... with less agility than Stein, but with more force behind his movements. he simply retraced her moves from memory. He heard the ladies engaging in some sort of philosophical debate, but ignored it in favor of focusing on his climbing. His objective right now was to one-up those very ladies... ironically proving the point Agatha was arguing.

By the time he arrived at the top, Percy had interjected. Jan's mind immediately forgot what his time might have been... Lost to the shortest moment of not paying attention. He listened to the discussion going on beneath him. He remained silent as to not interrupt the beautiful verbal beatdown Percy was being subjected to. Finally, just as the conversation ended, He shouted downward. [b]"I second the ladies! Go get a fucking spine man!"[/b]