Dante never grew weary on his assignments as a law enforcement officer. That's not at all what led him to get involved in the stunt business, it was really his personal fascination with film and the media he'd consumed throughout the years. He had a certain fascination with cinema, dating back to some of the old films he watched with his father growing up. Well, old by his standards. So it wasn't a stretch when he was given the opportunity to start a career in training and stunt coordination. It was fulfilling even, in some ways more then law enforcement. Sure, Dante had a connection to the idea that he was making the streets a safer place. That was never lost on him, he had a fundamental will to protect those in need. Yet, it satisfied a whole different part of his heart to pass on his knowledge to others. To watch their eyes blossom with understanding or confidence when it all came together. To know that there was some person out there who'd love the film that much more because the stunt team made it all that much more believable.<br/><br/>Strange right? That a man thought that deeply about his career just teaching people how to use firearms effectively and realistically, most importantly -- safely. Well, no. Dante Agyros was the deep thinker sort of individual. Despite being in his late twenties, he had a holistic view to most things in his life. This was however the first time he'd worked on a production that was one in such a remote location and two for such a high profile film. He'd spent he better half of the morning, that was before the sun even rose. Working in the dark, or well, close to it. A simple electric lamp sitting on a fold out able for him to inspect and properly clean each weapon's internal components. What he planned to do on day one was not shooting, but rather teaching each team member the mechanisms of how a firearm worked. He felt people had a greater respect for all things when they knew how it worked.<br/><br/>Dante sucked in a deep breath, his eyes scanning the crew before him. He knew they weren't all there to be trained, some were various other members of the production crew, as well as actors and actresses. As he went to clear his throat, the breath caught in his lungs. He looked at the sunrise and couldn't help but think to himself. ".. Wow .." Little did Dante know how fortuitous of a morning it really was. He called what his mother told him. Years ago.<i>"Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you."</i>She never told him what it meant mind you, he had his own interpretation. He always figured it meant to live life fearlessly. To seek what your heart desired without compromise. That held breath was exhaled and rather then clearing his throat and yelling to get everyone's attention. A warm smile broke across his face, turning his attention to the people before him and not the sunrise. A sense of quiet confidence and peace exuding through his expression.<br/><br/>"Hey good morning everyone. Gather around, please. If you're here for weapons training today I'm your instructor. Dante." He knew everyone didn't hear him the first go around, but it was amazing to see how quickly people responded to his prompting. One of the other production assistants bumped Yin on the elbow and gestured towards Dante. "Hey, Yinnie. I think that's your instructor. Go say hello." The young woman with wild red hair, blowing haphazardly in the wind wore a pleased smirk on her face. Why? Well, because Dante was hardly your typical firearms instructor. He wasn't some grizzled old veteran who had graying hair. The athletic young man was well, handsome. Just after Yin had been prompted by the production assistant that Dante didn't recognize. That's when Dante spotted her as well. He didn't hesitate, live life.. fearlessly, right?<br/><br/>Footsteps led him across the uneven terrain, he paused with just enough space to extend a hand towards her. Offering it in greeting. "Good morning, you're.. mhh, Yin, right? I hear you're the lead female stunt double for the female star. I'm Dante, I'm hear to help you with the firearms training. Come on over." He gestured towards the fold out able with a dip of his head, but if she took his hand. He didn't just shake hers, instead, following up his words with a welcoming squeeze. The touch more affectionate than bravado intimidation of a firm handshake. "I saw some of your earlier stunts, I'm impressed. Let's show you how to improve those stunts with the prop of a live and functioning handgun." Dante was dressed as casually as any other on the set. Except that he wore a badge around his neck identifying him as the safety coordinator for weapons. A long-sleeve, black athletic shirt hugged his upper half. Despite being made out of thin material it was meant to insulate and keep him warm at the slightly chilly altitude of the mountain-plateau the scenes were being shot on. A pair of khaki colored pants that were both functional for storage and athletic movement, actually designed for law enforcement and military use clung to his lower half. Loose enough to allow wide range of motion but form fitting enough to not end up snagging debris or other obstacles.