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Only a few hours later in yet another island facility
A man walks out in a dark naval uniform, he wears the newest design of gas mask, his suit is thick however easily moveable, he wears a hard helmet, merely black strapped to his chin, and over his heart, the Golden Intor Sun. He hulls a metallic machine on his back, wielding its extension in his hands. He waits for no command and blazes the wooden dummy in seconds.

“Now this is real fun.”

OOC: Flamethrowers baby!