Tuck MacIntyre – Northern Ireland
“Little petrol, little gel, little xenium… instant napalm!”
As the camp’s quartermaster in charge of supplies, provisions, and equipment, MacIntyre can generally get his hands on anything the team needs. That said, a little science goes a long way, especially when the team is under threat by a horde of zombielike xenos. MacIntyre’s talent for improvisation has gotten the team out of many a rough scrape. Whether it’s generating power from a couple of engine coils or improvising explosives from chemicals in the maintenance shed, one can always rely on MacIntyre. He may not have a doctorate, but he’s certainly a wizard.
