<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Lieutenant_Devlin_Painter.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Devlin Painter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Dureke, Juliet, Abs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Trying not to screw anything up</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Devlin nodded his at the word Dureke said, having not thought of that himself as he set the current crate he had down and breathed a slight breath of relief when he saw that currently all of the gear he had been moving was all currently marked with an E and marked under five hundred as he had instructed.<strong>"Though I think I'll stop, just in case."</strong>he said as he looked over at Matheus,<strong>"I honestly hope I didn't just make his job a little bit harder and hope he won't be annoyed with what we've done."</strong>he admitted with a grin and sat down on one of the crates to rest for a moment and then raised a fist in agreement to Abigails comment about distrations.<strong>"I couldn't agree more. Distractions on the job end up with lives lost needlessly. I've seen too many good men lose their lives in otherwise safe situations because they allowed themselves to be come distracted. One even managed to blow his head off with his own gun cause he didn't realize he had the safety off."</strong>he said with a sad shake of his head.<strong>"I'm gonna ensure that doesn't happen here, not on my watch."</strong>