<div align="center"><strong>Making his Appearance: Rafael “Pancho” Cruze</strong></div><br/>As Rafael goes through the routine to get into the parking he smiles to himself once again thinking about the difference between this job and when he was still in the navy. He maybe driving few years old but well maintained 4x4 truck, but he is thinking about his “baby” that he never would have gotten while enlisted. His 1967 Ford Shelby GT 500 Mustang fully restored to show room condition. When married his wife would have never allowed him to spend the kind of money needed to have her and after his divorce he just could not justify having it and storing. Now however he can afford his own place with a proper show place for her. He absolutely loves to drive that beast, the roar of the engine sends shivers of delight down his spine, then when he opens her and lets her run it is almost better than sex. As he is finally allowed entrance he continues to smile, but his mind starts to think about the reason he is here today, another mission and thus new dangers and thrills.<br/><br/>In the x-ray scanner Rafael stands on his toes raises his hands over his head and does a parody of a pirouette ending with sticking his tongue out. When he reaches the hardened window with the guards behind he tips on the glass and makes a face like a child in a zoo trying to get a reaction from the animals inside. His expression changes quickly to a pout. ”Oh poo! This exhibit is boring all they do is just set there.” Just as quickly his expression changes to one of excitement. ”What's in the next one? I hope whatever it is it's more interesting than this one.” Then as he moving to leave them, finally gaining entrance into the reception area, he waves at the guards without looking back at them. ”Mornin' boys. Anybody else here yet?” The door opens and he moves on not waiting for their reply, he really does not care if he is the first or the last to arrive just as long as he is not late.<br/><br/>In the reception area he hears the loud radio and the former navy commander half walks half dances his way through the area to the first war room. He walks in and looks around seeing first the locked door to Siouxsie's then looks to the room itself and sees his very large Russian teammate Semi and the smile on his face. His own face twists into a smirk. Not being shy in any way he had once badgered the bigger man to tell why he always smile like that before a briefing and eventually gotten a story of his daydream. He sits leaving a chair empty between them and seeing that there are only three files on the table knows it will likely remain empty. Although having Hi Speed plant her sweet ass between them would not hurt his feelings one bit. He leans over the table so he can look Semi in the eyes with his head cocked to one side. ”Mornin', Semi. Please tell me you're not blowing up my car again.”<br/><br/>Rafael leans back in his chair his own little smile on his face, showing that he is just happy to be working again and among friends. He takes his expensive sunglasses  and slips them into a breast pocket of his unbuttoned black fatigue shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow. Below that black shirt he is wearing an equally black tee shirt. At his waist is his typical black web belt. The tee is tucked in and if anybody looks the button on the black fatigue pants is unbuttoned in the usual S.E.A.L. Manner. His feet are in black jungle combat boots which soon find their way onto the table as he leans further back placing his hands behind his head to waited for everybody to arrive and the briefing to begin.