A few onlookers gathered as he got ready for the task at hand. It was some sort of ritual now, to spice up the boring afternoons in the base. A brute force contest. Utem watched as more weight was added to the bar. He stood behind it, ready to catch it if the one underneath wasn't able to hold it. "Come on, hurry up before the boss arrives." he said with a cheery voice at those loading the discs. "Oh, shut up, you're just mad because you can't take part anymore." He wasn't mad, actually, after winning every time for the last couple of months they banned him from the bench.<br/><br/>"Okay, three, two, one, go!" said Utem once the bar was loaded, someone beside him got a chronometer running as the one on the bench lifted the bar...and dropped it almost instantly for Utem to catch. General laughter was heard and the winner declared. Winnings from the bets and for the winner where distributed, barely in time as the doors flung open. "At ease, I'm not here to brake your display of force. Major..." said the man with some sarcasm in his voice. "Let's cut the formalities. Get your uniform and your things you have been assigned to a team. Don't expect much respect, who you are, your...'rank' or what you have done is nonexistant outside this walls. Now get moving." Utem frowned and nodded, after a few handshakes and friendly hugs he left and got ready, before boarding the airplane, where he was debriefed.<br/><br/>"At least I'm not heading for a trial..." he told the person in front of him. He had been told about the mission before, briefly but enough to try and make him choose the trial. He wasn't or perhaps was more foolish than what they expected. Now, as he finished reading the information, a slight tinge of regret burdened him. "This is suicide..." he muttered while getting out of his uniform and into more casual clothes. A tight fitting shirt, long sleeved as he liked it, a pair of pants and boots completed his attire. He shouldered his bagpack and waved at the man in front of him, before getting of the car, somewhat disappointed it hadn't been a woman.<br/><br/>A few sets of stairs later, he went past the doors and noticed he wasn't the first to arrive. "Evening,"he called at both figures before setting his bagpack on a chair and moving closer. "Sorry to interrupt your chat, please ignore I'm here." he added, helping himself with a drink, not really surprised at the lack of alcohol. He studied both of them in detail, weighing them, or at least what he could see of their personality.