Georgie's lips fell into a grimace of annoyance, unseen to those outside his helmet. Ghost's comment had simply been a test of his compliance, but now with Wasp chiming in with such confidence, after being so flustered at his arrival, it had become a problem. He was used to playing the joker character, as he had in school, but he was always the hero type, the one looked up to, never the underdog that was jeered at out of spite. He never had a lack of power, using his talent for knowing exactly what people wanted. Flowers for her, carrying something for him... it was all so dull, but the rewards were well worth it. A sudden thought drifted through his mind, turning his frown into a smirk. He could just kill them all; that would be a quick way to gain their respect. Wasp's needles wouldn't pierce his hard armoured shell, Shark's projectiles were laughable, and Ghost seemed to use illusions, as noted by the fake copy of herself that had walked past him. That kind of mental trickery wouldn't work on Georgie. Yes, this was a good plan. He would cut them open, break their bones, bathe in their blood. Then he would kill everyone in the building, just to finish the job. He was thrilled as he took the first step down the stairs, his vision tunneling as his darker, truer self began to burst through, screaming for control. The feeling was so invigorating, so delicious, he coul-<br/>The tunnel broke as Georgie felt pressure on his ankle. A trip wire had been placed at the bottom of the stairs. His reflexes were quick, saving him from sprawling out embarrassingly. Instead, he shifted his body weight so that he went into a neat forward roll before jumping up, finding himself almost nose-to-nose with Wasp, who was baring her neck in a way that made Georgie shudder with longing. But control was back, and now he could think reasonably. There wouldn't be any more excitement in murdering them than in killing the no-ones like the men currently crumpled on the ground. He decided to simply give Ghost what she wanted; a humorous reply, showing that he could play nice with others. It wasn't like he could undo the mistake of falling over the trip wire. He would show his prowess later, prove to them that he wasn't just some buffoon.<br/>"I make a better frying pan than a shield, to be honest," his voice was full of mirth but his eyes were cold as flint. All of those emotions had mentally exhausted him. "Your trip wire works, by the way." He gazed into Wasp's plain brown eyes for a moment before pivoting to face Ghost, giving a mock salute. "Orders understood." He lowered the salute and turned to look down the hall, mind whirring, body tensed and ready to begin the assault.<br/>Ghost had said 'a fifth'. Another member to join this gong show was exactly what Georgie did not want, but the universe was playing him for being a cad, he supposed. Plus, he was getting the excitement he had wanted, longed for. It seemed that this simple stealth practice had turned into a full-on adventure that wasn't likely to end soon. Ghost had also mentioned a 'Whisperer'. So this was definitely an extraction mission, Georgie noted, to rescue one of H.E.A.R.T.'s own. The cloak-wearing women was suggesting that some specific device had been used to bring down this agent. How Georgie was supposed to disable but not destroy this device that he knew nothing about was beyond him, but he'd figure it out. Hopefully.<span style="font-style: italic">And by God,</span>he realized suddenly,<span style="font-style: italic">I didn't even have my morning coffee.</span>