Omar stands at the back of the group, dabbing globs of prescription sunblock to the exposed skin of his face and neck.<br/>"If I'd known we'd be under the desert sun I'd have never volunteered for this god forsaken job..." He mutters under his voice as he squirts another glob of sunblock into his gloved hand and rubs it into his neck.<br/>Omar looks up to the mechanical wine of the desert sand opening up, and a white tiger stepping forward. The appearance of the tiger takes Omar by surprise; he'd been expecting some dumbass kid fresh out of officer's academy, not some battle scared veteran. All in all it doesn't really matter to him as the group starts moving forward towards the gaping hole in the desert, and away from the scorching midday sun...