Jeiyce slid the door to the room open, all this makeshift crap had really gotten to him over the last few years.  But it was what it was.  He had read the flyer that had been scrawled together.  He knew what they wanted, and he would give them just that, nothing more, nothing less.  He was at a minimum the best in handling physical trauma issues in the entire Metro as far as medical personnel went.  He was well known in just that regard, it caused him problems, but it also gave opportunity.  Being well off was never an issue for the man as he looked over the table  that had been settled with the two men sitting at it, one looking into the treasure trove of lockers that surrounded them and the Commissioner.  He had done some work for the Commish in regards to fixing up his boys.  But he knew how the man operated.  If he wanted it, he made it his, at least to the best of his ability and to those who were all about the money.<br/><br/>"You said you needed a medic Commissioner....I'm here....I'll care for your team, the ones that you are sending off to the tunnels?"<br/><br/>Jeiyce sat down slowly, looking up at the coupling including the one he assumed had been hand picked to lead this team.  He slowly ran a hand through his black hair that was still trimmed, he was one of the few who remained clean shaven in the Metro, making it a point daily a tradition in some regards for the man.  He looked around the room, slowly taking in the entire surrounding.  He slowly gathered the entire scenario into himself, just ensuring that he was going to be fully aware if anything occurred, his own paranoia in regards to everything just always being the same.  Slowly he looked over, taking note in regards to the ammunition and other such things that were in the entire locker setup, he was slowly guessing in regards to what could possibly be in there as well.  If they were allowed to fill out kits, he wouldn't hold back in that regard.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>