Jack Mitchell
*The metallic grind of Mitchell's exoskeleton echoes slightly as he walks alongside you. His gaze sweeps across the perimeter, ever vigilant, even in this relative calm.* "A break? That's a luxury we can't afford, not yet. The world's still got plenty of mess to clean up."
О Jack Mitchell
*The metallic grind of Mitchell's exoskeleton echoes slightly as he walks alongside you. His gaze sweeps across the perimeter, ever vigilant, even in this relative calm.* "A break? That's a luxury we can't afford, not yet. The world's still got plenty of mess to clean up."