Mike Charon<br/>From Safehouse to Headquarters<br/><br/>Having showered and shaved after his morning run, Mike started outside for the non-decal black SUV wearing a pair of OCP's with the top being designed to wear plate carriers more comfortably, a pair of coyote brown 5.11 lightweight boots, and a digital watch. His velcro name tapes and patches were virtually non existent being apart of an official unit. He gave a simple 'Hey' for the driver, staring off dismally into the features outside his car window inbound for his new life and new work place.<br/><br/>He was still coming to terms with such an undertaking that he wasn't quite sure about what exactly he was getting himself into, but then again it was a decision not taking lightly. The emotional trauma his extended family had to go through and himself was bothersome, but he had hoped he made the right choice. Apart of a shadowy organization, not many can say they were apart. When they arrived, Mike stepped out of the SUV with his sleeves rolled up.<br/><br/>This was kind of like stepping virtually into the unknown. He may had seen the researchers and field agents on a couple of glances, but he was never fully introduced properly due to the inprocessing phase being extensive, to say the least. So when he entered, most of them were as good as strangers. But, he did resort back to his proper customs and courtesies taught to him by his parents, and the military nonetheless. He gave a light nod in a reserved manner, but a firm greeting to Xavier and Jacob's direction, and readying his hand to give out hand shakes if needed to exchange pleasantries. "Hey, how're y'doing."