"Standard protocol I'm afraid." interrupts Vittorio. "My name is Uomo Nascosto, superior of Felix. Agent Vontell was instructed to do so. You need to understand he might have ran into deadly danger if his identity was revealed before the time was right; his affiliation with the company is no secret and as such it would have not been tolerated. The agent was instructed to keep an eye on you, in case the government rushed their operation, and we couldn't reach you in time. More of a secret bodyguard than a spy, if you will." the curpulent man stands, walks to Laura an places a hand firmly on her right shoulder.
"Look Miss Laura, I will explain to you our current situation, so you can judge what would you like to do, so smart up and listen." retrieving his hand, he motions whoever is standing to sit down. They were on a plane after all.
"We" he motions to the assosiates to Gryphon Co. "Are working for the Gryphon corporation, and they" he motions to Drake only assosiates. "For Mister Drake. Regardless, both organizations believe that a mutant terrorist group is on the move for a big hit. We are speaking of bad news, thousands of people dead, explosions, horror, tragedy. You get the picture. Needless to say, we ain't gonna stand arms crossed and do nothing about that; call it bad press for mutants , humanitarian sense, whatever you like." Uomo smiles broadly
"The gang and I, we decided to play the bad guys, and infiltrate in the terrorist organization. Piece o' cake for this old timer, though the fact of having these new assets with me surely caught their attention fair and square! Hah!" after a very mafia moment, Uomo gets more serious.
"Their plans are still not clear to us yet, but they desperately need you for something, otherwise why would they care for you in particular when there's so many other mutants in distress worldwide, right? Thing is, we are sent to Brazil and end up rescuing you. Now this is a cornerstone, a moment to take a course of action. Your choices were pretty clear to me: Join the terrorist group, join our organization, join no one and walk away from this conflict. But then the winged woman shows up, so we now have a third party in this mess; we can use it if you pick option number 2, or you can also go with her." Uomo makes a gesture, and then shuffles into his trenchcoat again. This time producing a cigar. "Bad habit, kills you slowly, ye'know" he says and grins. The 'no smoking' sign, however, makes it a short lived smile. He pockets the cigar.