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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.
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.
