<div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Tenjho.Tenge.full.13319.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Name</td><td> || </td><td>Raiden Tetsugi</td></tr><tr><td>Location</td><td> || </td><td>Gym&gt;Armory&gt;Main Door</td></tr><tr><td>Tagging</td><td> || </td><td>Kumiko, Maki, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Raiden had been in the gym for the last hour, and had worked up a healthy sweat in that time. Like the others he figured, he'd been watching the news around the clock to keep an eye on what was happening in their country as America flexed it's military might and bullied pretty much everyone who didn't go around with them.<br/><br/>His mom was American, but he knew that the government didn't always speak for the people. So it wasn't America he was mad at, but the people running it who didn't give a damn about the ones they were<em>supposed</em>to protect and serve. Sighing as the report came over the airwaves that America had literally overthrown the Japanese government and imposed foreign martial law, he lowered himself down until his nose was nearly touching the floor.<br/><br/>Pushing up until his arms locked, he kept his breathing even as he did several more handstand push ups. He'd planned on continuing his exercises for at least another fifteen minutes, but Kumiko's voice coming in over the intercom, telling them that a military convoy was passing uncomfortably close to the North, and a black sedan approaching the building; well that got him to stop real quick. Grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, he tore out of the gym and down to the armory.<br/><br/>Like all the pilots, he'd been trained in combat and firearms. He'd had training before that of course on insistence from his dad growing up, but it never hurt to have a bit more. When he got to the armory, he already knew what he was taking. A knife that was strapped to his lower back, a shoulder holster with two .45 pistols, and an assault rifle with a scope. Running back out of the room, he headed upstairs.<br/><br/>Unlike Kumiko however, he decided to take the high ground. Heading up to the catwalks, he found a way up into the rafters and found a comfortable position where he could look down with a great sight line without being seen himself. "Kumiko, I'm in Overwatch position in the rafters. I've got your back."  Taking a breath, he put the rifle scope up against his eye and waited, finger on the side of the trigger just in case.