Meat Shield glanced around the table at his opponents, locked up into a close game of cards. He knew he had a winning hand, if he played it right. He covered his cards with his hands well, in the odd chance one of his buddies had a secret card reading skill. It was possible, but only something everyone joked about when entertaining themselves with such interesting games.<br/><br/>For a moment, he caught a reflection of himself against the glass. A sturdy 8 feet tall, it was hard to get a good look of himself these days without having to sit down, as he was. From a distance he seemed all hair, but up close and personal, someone with great eyes could spot his thick hidden armor beneath his coarse layers of fur on his back, with some thinner plating on his chest. The scientists who created him thought of him almost as a tank, but with the armor switched around. Being made of an armadillo and a gorilla logically had that effect.<br/><br/>After playing his winning hand, he smiled and congratulated everybody on a great game, then removing himself from the table to a vacant corner. From here, he could see just about everybody on the team, including their Alpha Female, Darkcloud. He paled in comparison to her skills, dominating every male with ease, and without much arguing. He was considered the best primate hybrid the geneticists had to offer, but he had a few problems. It was rare for him to pick up a foreign weapon unless necessary, because it made him feel too dependent on other things. He would just rather dig under his enemy and give them a claw of surprise.<br/><br/>The scientists were not big fans of his attitude. He was a bit different than most about his sense of respect than most, usually never respecting anyone by their rank. He respected the individual, unless they gave him reason not to. Ironically, it was usually those in higher positions that lost his respect, earning him a "minor adjustments may be necessary" on his record. He hardly cared, as long as he got to fight with the team he's been on this whole time, they could change that. The team would probably miss out on some of his humor though.<br/><br/>Clothing had been a problem for the scientists, so his sense of humor had just the right thing for them. He found a spare bed sheet and cut it up a bit, into a two layer thick covering over his groin and arse. He understood the scientists not wanting to see his external organs, and that was the only satisfaction he gave them.<br/><br/>The final mission. He wondered just how hard this mission could get, as the last one got pretty hairy, and that was before he got into the action. He sat down, leaning against the corner as his eyes began to shut, earning some well deserved beauty sleep, as some scientists called it. He never needed the sleep, as his body was made for regeneration and metabolism, it just felt good to relax without anyone poking or prodding all the time.<br/><br/>"Nap time."