"Easy now." The man who was formerly on the ground stood up. Kwan followed him with his carbine but he let down his guard somewhat at the man's words. "Let's not do anything rash, ey? There's enough NWA running around trying to kill all of us, let alone us start shooting each other. I'm Bryan Winterman, Canadian Forces; Military Police. And this is Alika. We've only just met too. I'm glad to hear you're not with the NWA." Kwan nodded and made a gesture towards Aoi to hold his fire and come over. When he looked back at the man, he was looking him over. After looking at his face and clothing, he looked back at his face and gave a dark smile. "Of course, you don't exactly look like the type, if you don't mind me saying." Kwan snickered before responding.

"Yeah, I wasn't ever that big on swastikas and red armbands." As Aoi bounded over with his rifle, Kwan took the liberty of introducing themselves. "The name's Kwan Sang Iseul and this half-pint's Aoi Kurotsugi. He's with the JASDF and I'm independent." Aoi clucked his tongue in apparent distaste at the declaration of his allegiance.

"[i]Was[/i] with the JASDF. I don't want to even be mentioned in the same sentence as those sell-outs. Nice to meet you, by the way." Kwan sighed at this. "Nice drone, lady. Almost killed us, and then probably you two, what with all the NWA in the area. Tsk." The South Korean merc visibly cringed at the attitude given by the pilot. He looked at the other woman and rolled his eyes and then shrugged in order to keep relations amicable.

"Sorry about that.... but yeah buddy, you don't exactly look the part, but I guess since you didn't shoot us on sight, that's enough proof to me you ain't NWA. K7, disable guardian mode, return to standby status... There, he's put his gun down, now you guys do the same." The woman who had been introduced as Alika spoke up after this. Kwan nodded and shouldered his rifle. Alika then put her own weapon on the ground and stepped away from it. Kwan got the message and smiled. "Listen people, I think its safe to say we all need to get the hell off this island, but I think my new Canadian pal here has some serious information for us as he just told me."

"It doesn't exactly involve us two, but you've piqued my interest. Go ahead." Kwan watched the Canadian as he began to speak about the information. Kwan nodded as he explained the points and Aoi seemed noticeably discomforted at the mention of nukes. [i]How very Japanese.[/i] Kwan remarked silently. As he finished, he gave his own opinion on the subject. "Definitely sounds like a problem, but there's not much I can do about it, unless my flying friend here has someway of sinking the sub, which I doubt." He nonetheless looked towards the pilot expectantly, but he was only met with a sour look. "Yeah, guess not. Well, if you plan on heading towards the docks, we're headed the same way, so maybe we could... ah... tag along...?" He struggled to find the right expression at the end, despite being a fluent English speaker.

Suddenly, Kwan was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a stranger, entering the clearing from behind Alika. He instantly raised his rifle and was about to demand who he was when he began to state his thoughts about the whole situation. He finished with cold confidence and looked at the group. In the mean time, Aoi had brought out his Minebea P9 pistol, the M1A slung across his back. This time, Aoi decided to speak. "That's great, but would you mind not popping in without warning? It's called being polite." Kwan sighed once again at the attitude and picked up the conversation in a much more mature manner.

"Shut it, half-pint. That aside though, who the hell are you?"