<div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad297/Jubei_NFRP/Characters/WarMachine_zps4c21aca6.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: James Rhodes / War Machine<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Stark Tower<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: War Machine armoring<br/><hr/>A glint of sunlight in the distance marks the approach of a man-sized, humanoid metallic object rocketing in the vicinity of Stark Tower at sub-sonic speeds. Within seconds the figure grows from a speck on the horizon to a fully visible armored suit. Nonchalant eyes graze over the gauges and panels illuminated within the visor covering the face of Mr. James Rhodes. Stark Tower, the pro-tem headquarters for the Avengers is within sight. It would seem as though Thor, the Asgardian God of Thunder, had just arrived as the tracking beacon zooms in on his imposing figure landing on the north balcony.  The armor commonly known as 'War Machine' hovers above the balcony just long enough for the thrusters to decelerate and shut down. The whining turbines quickly die away as the armored man lands on the balcony with a hard, metallic thunk. Immediately the visor slides open to reveal the dark-skinned man beneath.<br/><br/>He says nothing as he walks into the room proper. Every heavy, robotic step thuds listlessly only slightly muffled by the floor's carpeting as the man makes his way to a relatively empty corner to stand in. Rhodes is here just to receive orders on their next operation as he is merely substituting for Tony Stark who is currently on hiatus. Those same emotionless eyes, a product of several years spent with the United States military, look around the room at each person in turn. Their massed presence must mean something big is about to go down, and that does not always bode well for the War Machine. His role in their operations vary as he and Tony are the two most versatile members. They are capable of high-speed maneuverability, scouting, front-line defense, heavy suppressing fire, and tactical offense. Until he is given his orders, the gunmetal armored man stands with his arms crossed casually.