Georgie was finally enjoying himself as the mood of the room lightened, and people began to discuss their new mission. This wasn't boring. He devoured the new information about the discs with his mind, skin prickling. What a murderous device. His life was too precious to be destroyed merely by the click of a button. After all, he had been the sole retriever of the first disc with no problems. His stealth would certainly come in handy here. If they didn't see him, they wouldn't activate it, and he could simply take it. For his own? Perhaps.<br/><br/>So they were going to a harbour. This pleased Georgie as well. It would be like going back home, but with the inclusion of his beloved profession. He could practically smell the salty breeze, hear the swaying of the boats and the squawking, feel the gentle swaying of the dock. It would be a nice trip. Unfortunate for the dock workers, but so was life. Just as you could be in the right place at the right time, you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The latter seemed to happen more often to people anyway, it seemed. But that wasn't Georgie's problem.<br/><br/>A "clearing" type of mission was perfect for Georgie's skill set. He could pick off the outer ring, letting the others enter and continue the operation with little interference from the get go. Killing the enemy before they even knew of of his presence was so very elating.<br/><br/>Georgie's head lifted at Shark's question, one that he didn't want to pose himself for fear of appearing weak. What if the enemy used the weapon? He could be dead in an instant, with no warning, and no way to protect himself. Georgie saw the irony in that type of death for him, but he didn't find it funny. Wasp's own phrasing of Shark's more professional enquiry caused Georgie to snort. A "doomsday mixtape"? The girl seemed young, enough so to be in school. What led her here? In this profession, it was somewhat of a rude question, even to think. Georgie would have no problem telling his own story, but he knew others came into the assassination business through... strange means.<br/><br/>"If it's stealth you need, I can certainly assist with that," Georgie took his legs off the table and moved into a more interested pose, with his elbows rested on the table, chin resting in knuckles, "it's my specialty. Though, despite my skill, I may not be able to take down an entire ship of mercenaries single-handedly, whether they spot me or not." He hated admitting weakness, but it would be much too cocky to simply brag on taking the entire ship himself. No one liked a show-off, even if they executed their claims with flawless results.