This is my second concept of Greg:

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And this is my concept of Katie:

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What do you guys think of draft and concepts?

Greg walked down the hall and turned into the third door on the right. He was now in the kitchen. It wasn't exactly a kitchen, but it was close to one. A round table was in the middle with a few chairs at it. A miniature refrigerator was in the back along with a propane oven and a a TV tray with a coffee maker and a can of grounded up coffee beans. Greg walked over and took the cup out of the top part of it. He put a filter and two scoops of coffee into it, placed it back in, and pressed the "start" button.

Greg sat down in a chair with his feet on the table. The mission they had been paid to do was impossible. He and his team were paid for an assassination. His specialty was sabotage and reconnaissance, not assassination. The man they were hired to kill and let his whole world come crumbling down was a Hutu warlord named Sasha Solom. He had his own private army with highly trained men armed to the teeth with some of the best weaponry on the continent, including the 7.62mm Kalashnikov assault rifle.

Looking good so far.

He grabbed his shoulder and felt the bandage wrapped around it. The wound was from the Hutu, who had shot him with a 9mm handgun, and he had retorted by shooting him twice in the stomach and once in the head. Katie was able to get the bullet out, clean the wound, and sew it up. She had given him a shot of morphine and a Vicodin tablet to ease the pain, but he could still feel the burning sensation throbbing in his back. He just hope the money was worth it. The contractor had offered 250,000 Rand, half now, half later. The money was split into a ninth share, so the mercenaries and the boat's crew would each get a share. Greg knew what he was going to do with his share. As soon as he got to port, he was going to the nearest bar and buy three shots of Flor de Cana Black Label and a daiquiri heavy in grenadine. Besides Castle Lager beer and Smirnoff vodka, rum was the only kind of booze he would drink. He preffered mai tai's, mojito's, pina coladas. He hated drinking beer. Beer was too common. Everyone drank beer.

Here's some information about Greg:

* Around 5"7.

* Dark brown hair.

* Hazel Eyes

* Unshaven face

* Born on November 5, 1991 in Cape Town, South Africa to Jonah Archer and Natalie Moore Archer.

* Was a Lieutenant in the South African Army.

* Is a five year veteran of the South African Special Forces Brigade.

* Chain smokes Marlboro Red Lights.

* Prefers rum cocktails (usually daiquiri's).

* Is experienced in Bartitsu.

* Specializes in Sabotage and Reconnaissance.

* Has suffered from Insomnia and Migraines in the past.

Short little bastard, isn't he. You better drop the migraine thing though- if someone has a migraine, they ain't doing shit, much less do mercenary stuff

They dont make red lights, its one or the other

Weapons in the mercenary's armory:

* Heckler & Koch G3A3 (South African version)

* AKMS (fitted with RAS handguard, vertical foregrip, and AK-74 style muzzle break).

* Steyr SGG 69 (fitted with double set triggers, sound suppressor, Harris bipod, and five round box magazine)

* Remington 870 (fitted with high capacity magazine tube, Surefire 618 weaponlight, heat shield, and spare shell holder).

* M203 Grenade launcher (standalone model; fitted with M4 style butt stock, vertical foregrip, and c-more red dot sight).

* Heckler & Koch SL8 (fitted with G36C style carry handle, suppressor, Harris bipod, and scope).

* IMI Uzi

* A box of RGD-5 hand grenades.

* A box of plastique and detonators.

Any suggestions for armory weapons?