“[b]Word man, this place is jacked with some cool tech. Hopefully I’ll be able to get my hands on some new toys while I’m here.[/b]” Eddie glanced down at his wrist, where he had a holographic watch issuing directions, presumably to his hotel. He turned it off with a press of a button, and then looked back up at Glen. “[b]Back home, there hasn’t been much innovation in the past few years. All the conflicts going on and such. Maybe we’ll be able to make some cool shit here instead.[/b]”

"Where I come from the conflict has only caused technology to advance faster. Wars cause progress, man. How do you think I can afford to look this good? Profiting on war. It's honestly rather easy if you're smart enough to stay ahead." Glen shrugged. "I always keep the coolest stuff to myself though."

"[b]Well, military tech's certainly improved in the past few years, but that's only because we fell under the rule of a militaristic dictator.[/b]" Eddie shrugged, as if the statement was a simple fact of life. "[b]That being said,[/b]" he continued, "[b]I also keep some stuff for myself. It's not much, but I've been working to combine some of my dad's old spec-ops gear with riot gear; something that's high-tech and stealthy, but also able to incapacitate. That's why I came to the Dojo: to build, and to train.[/b]"

"Same reasons, man. I wanted to get my hands on what I've seen here and better myself. The guy I had to fight to get in here honestly wasn't that strong though....What was his name? Tesuto? I dunno. It was a samurai looking fellow." Glen cracked his back and began to walk. "Why don't we take a little stroll? Or are you heading straight to where you're staying?"