<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7a4E0D2.jpg?1)</div><strong>Adam O'Conor<br/>Irish Soldier Supreme<br/>Tag; all</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was a hardcore operation the likes of which he had never seen before. Adam knew where he fell on the list of 'murderers, thieves & spies' and if that's what HAMMER was looking for he was entirely okay with it. Someone had to keep the heroes in check, everything that led up to the S.H.R.A. proved that not to mention the civil war that broke out as a result. Even Adam had heard about that. They wanted a team to fight the people nobody else could take down. "<strong>Understood Sir</strong>." Adam would have paid for the chance.<br/><br/>The group were led through the security that would blow them away if they didn't have their eyes or fingerprints. That would be inconvenient. Adam would have to make sure he always had his eyes. Wouldn't want to take a Nick Fury look any time soon. He was alright with that. A bit old fashioned for him. That was far from his mind once he was in the living space they had been provided. It was....<em>spartan</em>, but he wasn't one for excess comfort anyway. When the Irish Ranger came across what would from now be his bed he pulled off the the combat vest and harness he had been wearing. He had almost forgotten the feeling of not being weighted down like that. Under all of that he was wearing what was once a white t-shirt, to say it was sweat stained was a kind way of saying it was now nearly as much sweat as it material. Fresh t-shirts hadn't been on his priority list for a while but those fresh bed sheets looked mighty inviting.<br/><br/>When the group started making introductions amongst Adam stepped in. An Albanian and two Americans. Interesting. "<strong>Adam</strong>." he offered it with a nod. This would be the team he was chasing down the supers with. He didn't know any of them but if they were handpicked by HAMMER it was for a damn good reason. He could only hazard a guess what talents were hidden behind their faces at the moment.