Artyom looked toward the intercom as it resounded through his ears. He felt himself frown. "Lets get in, get done... then get out...." he said to himself. Artyom did not really have much with him. Nothing really besides a small black back pack with some food rations and water in it. Also some necessary tools for the job. Nothing unneeded of course. The bag still allowed for fast and agile movements. Following the others. He needed to remove his hood and mask to get verified. The scar that stretched from just under his right eye down the right side of his face in a slight arc was revealed.<br/><br/>As he boarded the plan he traced it with his finger slightly. Remembering the knife slicing down... not only scarring his face, but taking his right eye. Now he had a fake eye that was a bright blue. If he closed his left eye. He could see in the dark. A useful skill, yet he wished he still had his real eye. Artyom lowered his left hand from his face as he removed his back pack. Then sat down beside Maria. She still seemed a bit annoyed. So he decided to leave her alone. He already tried to bring her in as a trust worthy friendly. Yet that seemed to infuriate her when they were in the waiting room. Instead, Artyom sat there and ran his hand through his hair. Then began tracing the scar on his face again subconsciously. He looked straight ahead just past the seat in front of him and wondered where Jack would sit. He got a bad vibe from Jack. Yet he was willing to trust him for the mission. He did not say he would not keep his eyes on him. Or eye, is the more literal way of saying it.