"Das vidanien comrade." Uomo made a short salutation, accepting the business card. Thw wind in the improvised landing port made his trench coat, now carefully buttoned, flapped violently, as the fake russian advanced to the aircraft.
"Quick kids, lift those feet, move, move." he said to the others, as he got inside the plane first. There was, of course, a reason for that: If Will had betrayed them, whether finding out they were not actual members of the organization, or actually had discovered they mostly answered to Gryphon, then he would have organized some trap, some way to recapture Laura, and dispose of them. The plane might be a good trap, and he didn't trust anyone else to take a surprise bullet and come unharmed but himself.
Luckily, William was as short witted as he was short in stature. Visibly more relaxed, Uomo strapped himself to the seat, awaiting take-off.
As the engines started making their characteristic loud noise, Uomo seized to chance to speak to Grid, his russian accent completely gone.
"Check for microphones lad, quick."
<Assuming there are none.>
Uomo drops his fake accent,
"An overall good mission lads and lasses." he begins.
"I'm satisfied with most of you, but I guess I was not wrong when I thought you were the X-factor of this mission Felix. I know this was our first mission on the filed, and that might got you nervous and what not; I remember my first field assignment was not pretty, but the only reason I'm here, is because I followed orders. That, young man, is what you need to learn. You must, in the most imperatives of senses, follow orders. My orders in this case. Hadn't you take another route, or tried to evade this flying woman, we would be farther away now, safer, our presence not revealed to whatever organization this persons belonged. You were a liability, and I intend to dispose of such nuisances." Uomo takes his hand to underneath his trenchcoat. Perhaps it was his itallian accent, perhaps the cold way he was addressing Felix, or the odd construction of his last sentence, but everyone got the feeling he was going to pull out a gun and blow Felix's head out, and light a cigarette later. The hand comes out slowly, gripping something...
A deadly notepad and pen! Wait, a notepad?
"I have written many possible field situations here, specified the conditions and events that you'll be aware off. These were real missions. You'll read them, go over them, and then describe your course of action. There's at least 15 of them here, get to work, you have 6 hours." Uomo tossed the notepad and the pen to Felix.
Uomo crossed legs and shoot a smile
"But enough of what we've done, on to what we need to do: We've rescued young Laura Vioricta from the anti-mutant brazilian government, and are now flying back. We are suposed to deliver her to our new-found employers. But!" he says.
"We'll play them a little trick. We know there's a winged enemy of our employers, they are actively opposing 'us'. So we'll make them believe the winged woman abducted her while we were escorting her to them. Vioricta will remain in Gryphon's headquarters until we have cleared what the enemy wants with her. How does it sound?"
OOC: I was thinking that perhaps either Drake or Gryphon's agents, unknowing about this undercover mission would have been acting on themselves; or even The Agency might have special concerns with Laura. That's why he said he doubted she (flying chick) was acting alone
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