"just so you know, he's the one that leaves it up." Gerad pointed to Yousef, smirking slightly before re-adjusting his glasses. Gerad was wearing his light combat armor, with a long knife placed comfortably at the small of his back, and a smaller on his thigh. He quirked his eyebrow at the elaborate sheath peeking out from Marcus's back, his trained eyes catching the half hidden grips of the dual blades and the numerous small pockets along his pants, assumed to be for some sort of small throwing object. Gerad knew this was someone he'd want watching<em>his</em>back in a melee.<br/><br/>"how long do we have here, Major?" Gerad looked inquisitively in her direction. "i would like to get some target practice in before we go play with our good friends, the Illuminati."