Eric moved with his sister Sierra to the stock pile of equipment, trying to position himself as best he could to block the other men's view of his naked sister protectively. He didn't like the idea of them eyeing her up, even as they collected their weapons.<br/><br/><br/>Unlike the others, his clothes were the first things he grabbed. Pulling on his tattered red sweats and grabbing his custom made vest. He was quite sure the others would find his choice of clothing odd. Old tires fashioned together to make a vest and duct tape hand and feet wraps...quite the fashion statement. He didn't care though. Only thing that truly mattered was making sure he and his sister got out of this mess alive. The rest...well, whatever happens, happens.<br/><br/><br/>Once he was dressed he collected his weapons. A hunting rifle fitted with a long range scope, and custom fitted breach which made it easier to pull back the bolt, increasing overall firing speed, if only slightly. He also had a silenced 9mm pistol and his trusty spiked knuckles for closer engagements. But from his load out it was obvious he wasn't very interested in a fair fight. He's more the sneak up and shoot people in the back of the head kind of person.<br/><br/><br/>He grinned as he noticed the last piece of his equipment. He was sure that whoever had brought them here would have taken it for themselves. He grabbed the stealth boy from the back of the locker and slid it onto his other wrist just waiting for the need to actually be used.<br/><br/><br/>He looked around the room at the others. "So...now where the hell are we supposed to go? The floating ass hat didn't say where these tests are." He comments, just wanting to get this ordeal over and done with.