HUNK stepped into the conference room, maneuvering around the rows of chairs with an economy of movement that spoke of years of being a soldier. The lights were strong enough to light up his normally shadowed eyes, highlighting the bags that spoke of exhaustion.
He planted himself within the field of view of one of the discreet cameras, and lifted a hand to key in Spencer's line from his communicator.
"Requesting sound and video confirmation, sir."
He wanted to make sure everything would go off without going FUBAR. Technical trivialities would be close to humiliating if they surfaced as being a problem, given the amount of planning needed to get this off without a hitch.
He glanced over his shoulder as as he heard footsteps and low voices approaching, and moved off to a discreet part of the room, mouth thinning.
HUNK took up station as he watched the first of the group arrive- Redfield, Burton, and Valentine. He swept a cursory eye over them, re-checking them for any kind of weapons that might have been missed at their earlier disarmament. Nothing obvious, anyway.