David Kavarr
As the group discussed who was to take the first elevator, David awkwardly basked in the praise of the sycophantic unggoy. Despite his complaining, he was one of the people to go with the first group. With more backup and a group coming right behind them, the Spaniard quietly knew it wasn't as big of a deal as he was making it out to be.
The mercenary was especially encouraged to join the group to not be upshown by Keyes's cheesy selflessness. He rolled his eyes when Keyes suggested he was just as expendable as a footsoldier. Before they went up, David shot the grunts a look and pointed his finger at them.
"Be good."
Kavarr then gave the prisoners a winning smile and a wink. His eyes then darted over to look at the Guardian, as he was the one David trusted most to look over their POWs.
The first squad went up, consisting of the swordsman, Keyes, six marines, and Copen. David had been expecting an ambush yet again, but, to his relief, he was greeted with nothing more than an empty hall. The vagrant rolled his eyes again, but this time at the cyborg Copen's comment.
David first thought of how easily the Banished could have locked them down here if this door couldn't have been opened from this side. He then wondered if someone like JULIAN would even have the strength to smash through it. It would most likely be easier to hack into- and the Spaniard's expression soured as he was reminded of something. He walked into the room, whirled around, and leaned up against the wall adjacent to the "hidden" door, his smile having found its way back to his face.