Military Armament Research Syndicate
Who? Destro, Anyone else When? Midday Where? MARS Headquarters West Coast Division What? Destro rearming himself with his latest equipment.
James Mcullen may not have been a man of many words, but he definitely was a man of action. In a lush office over looking most of the city, Mcullen approached a bookcase. Chestnut wood became solid steel as a book on the case was pulled out, revealing a secret weapons cache filled with the latest weaponry. He stocked an assortment of metal pieces into a briefcase and made his way out of the office pulling out a cell phone. "Bring the car around." He spoke into the phone before shutting it. The car was to ensure his escape incase any of his deals today went awry.