[center][b][u][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/847565]Shaun Dean[/url][/u][/b][/center]

Clad in a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of camouflage pants, Dee sat comfortably in his seat with both feet up on the table; showing off his polished combat boots. His gaze under the shades stealthily scanned over the faces of those present while inhaling the cigarette from between his lips before he casually blew the smoke towards the ceiling. His posture clearly emphasized experienced and arrogant if not confident. Since the time he'd stepped into the room, he'd only been observing and listening while mentally taking down mission-related notes.

[i]M.E.T.T. - T.C.[/i] 

That's what mattered most for the middle aged veteran on the field. M, mission. What's important? The objectives. The client had covered that part; which was to eliminate all OPFOR (opposition force). E, enemy. Who're the targets? Again, the mysterious stranger had filled them in with that information; a group of bandits known as the Vulture. T, time. When will they commence the operation? For the mission to be successful, they would want all members of the infamous gang to gather and according to the client's contact, it'll be late at night. T, terrain. What's the condition of the battlefield? How can they use it to their advantage? What do they need to be aware of? And judging by the look of the plan, as well as at the name given, Fort Rust, it's most likely urban. T, troops available. How many operatives will they be dealing with? Once more, according to Intel, there'll be at least a minimum of twelve units on watch. Which also means, there could be more on standby. And last but not least, C, collateral damage. It's the only thing the client haven't touched on.

"I don't give a damn about our client's cause!" Dee started, removing his feet from the desk and leaning slightly forward before looking away from those who'd spoken. "What I want to know is.." he paused, taking in another lungful of smoke as he addressed Sean. ".. when will the transaction be made? Half now, half upon completion?" he smirked, exhaling then sank back into his seat and turned towards the rest. "What's at stake you ask? What angle? Are you asking for deeper pockets? For more zeroes on the cheque? If so, just ask directly.. Or are you saying you won't do it if this operation would place our client in the wall of fame?" Dee asked without expecting any reply. "Frankly, I think I won't have much contract to go with if I was to share your concern.. Besides, you said it yourself.." he gestured to Joshua. ".. we're all for getting paid.. So as long as the money's good, who cares what's in it for him, right?" 

Dee doubted the men still have any sort of family-ties for them to worry about accidentally destroying their own homes or killing off their loved ones. Especially when they'd decided to undertake such a dangerous career. So he couldn't quite relate as to why the stake -if there's any- would matter. They're just hired killers after all. Much like soldiers. Just fools taking orders for the rewards and at what they secretly or otherwise, enjoyed doing. Furthermore, wouldn't it be better for them if this feud were to lead into another similar confrontation or to persist? It'll definitely spell more contract for the mercenaries, wouldn't it?

"Oh, but do I have to worry about some civilian kid taking revenge years later for killing his or her innocent bystander parents?" Dee addressed Sean once more, indirectly asking if there's reports on any civilian living at Fort Rust.

Not that it would be a problem for him though. It's just that killing off civilians would leave a bad impression on his resume for his future clients.