[@NecroKnight]

"Not an excuse." Victor replied. He was about 40 years old in terms of age and had one of the most punchable faces this side of France. He was dressed somewhat formally in a white dress shirt, black tie around his neck and matching trousers with smart shoes. For Victor, every day was about making a good first impression, whether he was needed or not. Upon his perched nose were a set of rounded spectacles which he switched out for contacts in the field, plus grey hair that fanned out behind him into something of a mullet, with much forehead showing and squinty blue eyes. He was American by nationality, straight from Washington. Despite his attitude, no-one knew more about chemical weaponry than he did. "You going to fight those freaks in your underwear if we're called out at a second's notice? Who knows when Coffin will strike... god i'm working with amateurs." he pressed his fingers into his temples in irritation. 

[@Mike73]
"Hai." Akagi nodded immediatly as she came over. "Simple kickboxing. Not flashy or complex, but it's good when needed, no? We need as much advantage as we can get." Akagi's English was... not the greatest. Lord knows he was trying but the accent was thick enough he'd slur into R's at points and miss obvious drops in sentences. But he was smiling nonetheless. 

[@Leo Khan]
A loud siren began to echo all around the ship, a red alert alarm. At times like this, all members of BACTIS were to head for the briefing room on the top level of the ship. Chances were, Coffin had finally struck again.