Inside of the Base

The sun was halfway through the sky as a car sped down the desert road. The white ford mustang parked in-front of a two-floor building. The car door opened and A woman stepped out. "This must be the place... its a hot one out today!" Anna said as she scratched the back of her head, sweating always made her head itch. She tied her shoulder length brown hair in to a hasty ponytail and went around the back of the car to get her bags out of the trunk.

After Anna had gathered her bags and locked her car she walked over the the front door, her white t-shirt and jeans already covered with sweat. "I sure hope they have ac..." Anna muttered to herself as she unlocked the door and opened it. "This place is nice." Anna said to herself as she stepped into the living room and looked around.

The heat didn't bother Esteban one bit. Being Mexican, he was rather used to it, so as he headed up towards the base, humming to himself, he sized up the place. His colorful poncho fluttered about his torso as he walked, the sombrero perched atop his head shading his eyes from the sun, and his dark-haired head from the heat. Even though he was carrying his rifle with one hand, and had his guitar strapped to his back, his pace never slowed, and he didn't even seem to need to wipe at his forehead as he sauntered up to the base. As he entered, he saw a woman already inside, but he paid little mind to her, too busy scanning the room with dark, clever eyes as he removed his sombrero.

Aegis' blue eyes shifted across the company building in front of him as he approached it, holding the key ready in his left hand. The idea of opening someone else's front door with a key for once felt odd to him.. and the fact that he could stay there without having to constantly check his surroundings, even more so. He still had some of his lockpicking tools with him, though it was clear that he wouldn't have to use them. Not for now, at least.

As he moved closer, he noticed a white ford next to the building, indicating that someone - or possibly, multiple someones - had apparently arrived before him.
Just great. He thought sarcastically. He hadn't slept well at all last night, and at the moment, the last thing he felt like was talking to people. He just hoped that he could get inside without having to say too much, though he knew having to introduce himself would most likely be inevitable.

The Scotsman grumbled while he looked out the window. All he could see was sand, sand and oh did he mention more sand? It was slowly getting boring because he usually just admired the scenery on long rides. Bryce sighed annoyed and turned to his friend who was driving the truck. "Can't ye go faster? We've been driving forever.", he hissed. His friend just gave him a pointed look and didn't answer. Great more hours to admire the sand. Bryce glared out the window at nothing in particular.

'FINALLY!', the Scot thought and jumped out of the truck. He pulled out his backpack and closed the car door, saying a small "bye" to his friend. There it was. The building that will be his home for now and it looked like he wasn't the first one to arrive. Well he did expect that as Bryce wasn't good at arriving on time.