Everything went smoothly, the target being completely neutralized and the disk being acquired. A surprising lack of killing was in this so-called assassin job, it seemed. The mission was mostly complete, excluding the getaway, and Georgie couldn't help but feel uneasy. What was all this? Why four assassins to do a single, relatively simple, job? It just didn't add up, and his hand that held the strange disk prickled in apprehension, despite everything going so smoothly. Ghost had mentioned that it was some sort of weapon, enough to bring down a top assassin, with apparently only the click of a button. While yes, Georgie had volunteered himself for this task, and it had cured his boredom, Georgie's sense of self-preservation was still active and running. A little fishing boy was still buried, perhaps, underneath the wiring, syntax, and overwhelming urge to dominate other living creatures. His emotion were dreary and bleak, quite unlike his normal murderously positive attitude. He watched with a detached sense of interest as Ghost became a denizen of Hell, bring out an insurmountable fear into the target. Admirable.<br/>Ghost then turned to the rest of the assassins and barked some orders before approaching Georgie and collecting the disk, admiring it as he had just a few moments prior. Georgie almost wanted to snatch it back, to keep her from breaking it, but he resisted the mild urges. This device truly was a thing of beauty, power, and mystery. The dreaded prickling was gone, but there was still a grimace under his smiling helmet. Georgie sent a quick prayer that his horrendous mood would be gone soon. He always preferred to be in a neutral state, which made it much easier for him to manipulate his body and tone into whatever he pleased, although joviality was always nice every now and then. The pleasure of his own company would soon be cure enough for his negativity, and the hefty promise of sums from Ghost was enough to life anyone's spirits. He would likely spend it on food and drink, assassin gear, possibly a prostitute if the mood came over him. A man of few wants, he was. It wasn't a religious or moral philosophy that brought him to this point of view of having so few possessions, but simply a choice that he made along the road. A single blue backpack was all he had ever needed to get by.<br/>Ghost's light show was finished, the target subdued. Wasp's chirping comment was a thrill to Georgie. It seemed that already the girl had been sucked under the standard hierarchy, her words appealing to Ghost, the 'boss'. An interesting behaviour of people, to praise those with power when they aren't willing to take it themselves. She certainly wasn't a fool, and neither was Georgie. A joke or two, a favour here and there, could get someone far in life.<br/>Wasp stopped her excited jabbering and injected the man with morphine, reducing him to a deluded sack of meat, before turning to Wasp and Shark, requesting that they bring him to the getaway car. Georgie blinked. This car was to fit five assassins and a hostage? They would be travelling together, it seemed. No assassin would be used to leaving a job in such a manner. Georgie certainly wasn't, all of his missions up until now being singular or a duo, but he couldn't help but let the image of an old Sienna mini-van flood his mind, causing him to chuckle. Soccer practice was such a long time ago. The thought of wet grass and high socks had such a nostalgic quality.<br/>Georgie left his inner musings and turned to his lifting partner, Shark. While Georgie's body was mostly made for stealth and quick maneuvers, he could still lift more than the average human because of the strength difference between a cybernetic body and a flesh one. The human body, Georgie mused, was so frail without constant training. He had true power at his disposal most of the time, without having to even lift a single weight. "Do you have a particular end you wish to lift?" Georgie joked to Shark, taking a poke at the drug lord, who was beginning to slide comically out of his chair. Georgie didn't stop the druggie as he fell out of the chair entirely, crumpling to the ground and causing the chair to go rolling back, hitting the wall behind it with a soft thump. "Poor thing," he hummed, "he just needed a wee nap." Ghost and Wasp had already exited the room, leaving himself, Shark, and their object in need of lifting. Georgie turned towards Shark expectantly. They had better get a move on before any more nobodies came along to spoil their fun. The kills would be entertaining, but the secrecy of their mission gave Georgie reason to not want them to be spotted. He didn't want to lose his bonus, after all.