Connor lazily slinked down the hall. He had slept in, having missed the oh so eventful travel in a group that usually led up to wherever the hell he was being led. His wrists were bound together by two sets of cuffs, which were then bound to his hips, which proceeded to bind his ankles together. He was a high priority threat, and he could feel the hesitation and fear radiate off the god forsaken guards that surrounded him. A gentle smirk appeared on his face as his feet moved slowly along the cold concrete floor of the complex. He enjoyed being feared, the simple feeling supported him with a sense of capability and power. To say the least...he enjoyed being feared.<br/><br/>As the doors opened to what seemed to be a military supply room he smiled. His eyes dropped on the others who seemed to have already arrived and took their choice in weapons. The guards stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder as they released the shackles on his wrist and ankles before the binding around his hips dropped to the ground. His fingers gently caressed the tender skin of his wrist as he gave them a curt nod before moving as well. His fingers wrapped around a holster that one strapped across their back and pulled out a pistol from an area near their sides below their armpits. A pair of m1911's finding themselves into the holster as he slipped a knife into his belt. A cupboard in the corner gave way to what he knew was his. A black painted L96A1 with a white painted wolf on the back that made him simply smile. A black cargo bag had already been loaded with ammo, food, and water. Slipping it onto his back he leaned his rifle against his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Let's go."Connor muttered with a sly grin.