Michael jumped off the transport and into the crowd, carrying his M60 tightly concealed under a large trench-coat he had retrieved at base.
"Heh, not fond of smells?"
Michael joked, noticing Eryn's nose motions.
As Michael neared the center of the crowd, they had already been calling so much, he figured now or never.
Michael had reached the front row, getting a good view at where Justin and Wes would be appearing soon enough.
Earlier that morning, he had sprayed on some heavy colone, not bothering with a shower. For him, showers took about 40minutes to complete and then another 20minutes to dry off. All that fur and what not needed so much conditioner and shampoo.
"Alright Eryn, try to concentrate, focus on the mission at hand and everything will be alright. I don't know you, but Anthony does, and he trusts you. That gives me confidence in you, and I know you can handle this!"
Michael said to Eryn, who was on the verge of breaking out for all the wrong reasons.