Upon reaching said building, each person went about putting away their equipment.
The young man in the Tractor parked the heavy vehicle in its parking spot, and shut off everything from the Strobe to the iCom IC-A210 VHF Air Band Transceiver used to listen in on the frequency used by both Tower and Aircraft.
Grabbing his High-Visibility Day Wands, shutting off the engine and removing the key to the Tractor, the young man stepped out of the vehicle and closed the door behind him, before making his way towards the area leading to his Job's office.
All around him was a bustle of activity as Ramp Agents from different Airlines went about their day.
Behind him he heard some yelling and crashing, only to look behind and see that some FNG Hawaiian Airline Ramper had pushed an A-K-E Baggage Can into the empty space below the raised Elevator of a Main Deck Loader.
The young man gave a silent chuckle, shaking his head, as he continued on his way.
Walking into the next Gate adjacent to his Office he was greeted by several different people.
Aircraft Mechanics, Japan Airline Engineers, other Swissport Rampers - his coworkers, and as he continued on, Swissport Ground Equipment Mechanics.
One in particular approached him.
A short, scrawny, black haired, young man, who stood an easy foot shorter than the other.
In fact, he was so short one would find it hard to believe that he was actually older than his six-foot counter part.
Wearing the same type of uniform as he, but covered from head to toe in Oil and Grease, approached the other and they bumped fists.
"Sup Ty. So what? We playing tonight?"
"Yeah." The Bigger young man replied. "I talked to Lono and Keenan already, they'll meet us in the same place."
It was all that was needed to be said.
The two could go about their business.
Meet up later for a cigarette and talk about the day's events.
No they couldn't.
"Brah! Fuckin last night was BAD!"
"Fuck yeah! We're...what? 40s now? And this shit took 8 hours?"
"Oh no no. Me and the other guys were on for a couple hours more after you left. But, yeah. Level 42. I think Keenan got to 45. We had to stop cuz the Sun started coming up. Plus it wasn't the same without a good Sniper."
"I keep telling you. It's easy. Just need Practi-"
"Yeah, but you get em already. Playing Battlefield all the time. Might as well take the spot since none of us can do em. Taking out that guy at, what? Over a Thousand Meters, with a Rifle Spec'd out at only 800."
"Just gotta set the range to the max and arc your shots. That's it."
"Yeah but. You get the feel for em. I couldn't figure it out, and you took him out in one try. See? You're the perfect sniper!"
"Fuck. K, fine. We get on tonight, make this Squadron, and start recruiting. I'll take the space until we find someone on par or better."
"See? Easy right?"
"Shut up, Uncle."
The two laughed for a little bit as they finally went their separate ways.
12 hours later
The bigger young man from earlier got home and did the things he normally did.
He took a shower, ate what little food his Parents had set aside for him, and then spent a few minutes with his newborn Niece.
Afterwards he said "Good Night" to everyone, claiming he was tired, before closing his bedroom door and turning out the lights.
Standing in the Pitch Black room he let his eyes adjust to the darkness before he retrieved the Virtual Reality Head Gear from under his bed.
Powering it on, he let the Gear do its Systems Check before signaling that it was ready.
His eyes suddenly blanked out as if he had lost his vision. But upon opening them, he saw that he was back in Gun Gale Online. Back in the Market he had logged out from this morning. Turning to look at himself in the reflection of a shop window he crossed his arms and grinned.
The avatar showed that he was most certainly a big person.
Tall, Muscular, but unlike his real body, in no way Fat. His Brown eyes, and short Black hair stayed the same, however.
And the Blue Tiger Fatigues he wore, from the vest, to the gear, to the Kevlar Helmet, to the weapon hanging from his shoulder screamed Military.
Of course, the Blue Tiger Fatigue was his "casual" and "urban" wear.
He had enough change of clothes in his inventory to match any terrain or situation as he saw fit.
The M40A5 Sniper Rifle he was using the previous night still hung from his shoulder, as well as the Five-seveN Pistol holstered on his right hip.
Letting his mind wander he thought of something and quickly headed towards a certain shop, completely forgetting about meeting with his friends.