<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/>The first to emerge from the transport was a Caucasian male that looked to be in desperate need of a shave to say the very least, but hiding out in a cave in the middle of nowhere Africa had that effect. At the very least he looked every piece the soldier they needed. He was still adorned in the attire they had found him in, all manner of survival nick nacks and trinkets attached to harness or a belt or tucked away in a pocket somewhere. His mouth was partly concealed behind a bush of facial hair and his equally poorly kept hair was partly kept in position by the tightly a tightly applied bandanna, a pair of faux ray were resting on the bandana and while they weren't the height of fashion they did manage to keep the sun out of his eyes when he needed them too. He had surrendered the rifle he had been using, but a sidearm was still hanging from one leg.<br/><br/>His walk was cautious and his first instinct was to check for exits, but even with his cool under pressure demeanour it was clear to see that the Helicarrier had him impressed. His eyes traveled around taking it all in and when but when the voice of Norman Osbourne called for name and rank he jumped to old habits. "<strong>Adam O'Conor, Sergeant Sir</strong>." He may not have known who Norman Osbourne really was but it was rather apparent to say the least that the man was in charge and if he was in charge of the facility they were standing in Adam was rather happy to assume he was a powerful man. He had only known bits and pieces about the SHIELD/HAMMER switch-up he knew enough to know that HAMMER was the knew SHIELD and if the name was anything to go by, his heavy handed approach to resolving matters might be appreciated. It was certainly the idea that got across when they approached him in the middle of Africa.