<div class="floatright">(http://s3.hubimg.com/u/293682_f260.jpg)</div>Kharma was the first who went over and grabbed his trusty Chinese Assault Rifle, Frag Grenades and his Shotgun for closer work. He grabbed these before even looking to see if his clothes were there also. But after he had his weapons near him, he looked around and just saw weapons and tools. That was okay though, he needed to be armed more than clothed if he was to listen to that machine thing. He looked over at the rest of them after making sure his rifle was in good working order like he had been told.<br/><br/>“Looks like our clothes are some place else,” he said with a shrug. “Either way, I’m guessing I’m going to need you guys co-operation if I’m going to get out of here alive. So come get you’re stuff.” He stepped out of the way of the weapons and tools, having only taken his, all though he wouldn’t have minded taking some of the others gear as well.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry, I don’t kill people. At least as long as they don’t try to kill me! That’s why my names Karma.” He added with no hint of a smile.<br/>