Cross smirked. This was one of those occasions he had wished that the damn director wasn't so convinced of the perfection of his "agents". No, it wasn't that he didn't trust the judgement of the director. In fact he respected their leaders decisions. It just, he had always asked himself. What drove their director to pair there rather particular set of operatives together on these ops? Maybe there was something the director saw in these agents and commanders that neither seasoned operator, or veteran agent could comprehend. When the Agent had responded with yet another comment about how Cross has handled the op so far. Matt interjected with a comment of his own.<br/><br/>"Damn, can you stop being so freaking judgmental and over analytical for one freaking second lady!? All the commander asked was did you have an idea of what the hell the thing could be? I'm sorry but if your such a intelligent person, or even been with the agency long enough to know your basic creature lore. You would of picked up on the hints that this is a damn wendigo. Cross snapped his attention on the marksmen, and gave him a stern look of disapproval. Matt sighed, and lowered his head in silence. Cross turned back towards Issa. "My apologies for the comments of my team, Agent. We had a long flight over here, and still may be dealing with some jet lagg."<br/><br/>Cross couldn't blame his squad for their thoughts on the women. Not like she has exactly given them a great first impression. Yet, to outright call out a superior was consider not just rude, but also insubordination. Two things Cross himself did not put up with. "I can assure you Agent that I have this situation handled. Operations like these are much more...simpler then a normal op. Hollywood and the Agency have had a mutual understanding when it comes to us helping them. This occurrence is not the first, nor is it the last time we will come to their aid. Hell for the most part, their lack of knolwedge of the locations they film in. Is the reason we worked alongside them in the first place."<br/><br/>It was then that Cross adressed the elephant in the room. "Though I digress, the sergeant has a point of the identity of our "creature". Crossed sighed, and turned towards his team members. Who too shared in the same thoughts of the threat. He turned back towards Issa. "Native American folklore is very prevalent in areas like these. In fact, it would seem at times the natives of these lands were very much in tune with the natural balance of things. They both feared, and respected these creatures in their lore. The malevolent, cannibalistic spirit known as Windigo is one such lore."<br/><br/>Cross then looked down at the floor, a smirk appeared on his face as he now understood why the director choose them. "Are you familiar with the legend of Roanoke?"