As Ghost complimented Georgie's quick reflexes he felt a glimmer of pride, despite her mocking tone. If there was any way to get to him, it was through his pride. He was certainly the best, and only fools differed in opinion. Of course, he had to rely on the assistance of others, but they were just tools that he selected and acquired to get the job done. He was also pleased by his successful tracking of the team, as Ghost certainly seemed a bit disgruntled by his arrival. He was mystery, an empty vessel of a person yet to be filled in her thoughts. Georgie would definitely appeal to her, as she seemed to be in a position of power. He needed to play his gambit and make sure he was friendly towards her, and emulated the traits she wished to see from a fellow assassin. Judging from her type, she was unlikely to end up sleeping with him, but that was just a fun side-game, not the main objective. Wasp and Shark were currently on the back-burner, but would serve well as samples of different behaviours.<br/>While he was musing, voice came through Georgie's communication network, belonging to someone to someone who had not yet spoken. The fifth, then. One mystery was solved. They appeared to be a collector of intelligence, not a true assassin. Georgie knew little about them, but then again, he didn't particularly care, as long as they did their job well. He himself was expecting to do excellently on the task set before him, to acquire some sort of weapon and disable it, it seemed. Ghost appeared to have little information on the weapon itself, so Georgie's mind whirred with concepts and ideas on what it was, exactly, to be able to bring down a top notch cyborg.<br/>"...we can move fast," a piece of conversation between Ghost and the still unidentified scout caught Georgie's ears, causing him a brief bout of annoyance. His main tactic was stealth, and stealth was not to be hurried. Even with the expert technology of the time, he couldn't just magically walk in completely undetected. The camouflage effect unfortunately rippled slightly when he moved, causing him to resort to carefully calculated movement. A trained eye was more likely to spot the distortion than the average populace, but he would still rather do a job right than be rushed. And, of course, there was the element of distraction. If his target happened to be protected, he would have to find a way to distract them in a way that wouldn't cause them to take the weapon or worse, use it. He wanted to say something but curbed his tongue, deciding that the intelligence from the scout would be worth some extra speed. And, it seemed, it was going to be a rush job, as he slowly remembered the involvement of Wasp and Shark. He hadn't been listening very accurately, too busy focusing on his own piece of the puzzle. He was sure his stealth would come in later, but for now he just needed to be quick.<br/>Georgie could feel his time coming as the feed of the room was brought through, but waited patiently as Ghost performed some of her visual trickery to divulge information about the weapon. "He's so freaked out!" Ghost proclaimed to them with glee. Smiles grinned back, pleased that they had found some common ground, which was pleasure in 'freaking' other people out. He found it immensely interesting when Wasp let out several bursting giggles, only just after explaining that she wasn't sure what Ghost had met, an interesting display of human behaviour.<br/>Ghost quickly because distressed, however, announcing that her hologram had been disbanded by the weapon, which she had described as a small silver disk. Such a simple object, to do so much damage? Georgie hoped he would be able to understand it enough to disable it. Ghost's mention of a hefty paycheck gave him a little bit of an incentive booster. He could always use new equipment, and food. Oh, how he longed for a doughnut and a good cup of coffee.<br/>Georgie's pulse was a firm pressure in his temples as his blood raced in excitement. Ghost counted down as if they were about to begin a race which, Georgie supposed, they were. A very dangerous race, possibly ending in death.<br/>"Lookin’ forward to seeing what you can do, helmet head." The remark was pleasing to Georgie, as she was interested in his abilities, and the playful nickname denoted him a member of the group. He nodded back at her before turning to the door, which Ghost had just opened. He let out a little sigh, disappointed that the mission wasn't being done 'the right way', but he supposed there had to be a way for the others to be included.<br/>Georgie turned on his camouflage to get the edge he needed, the precious seconds in which he had to grab the weapon, while his eyes quickly surveyed every corner of the room. A bookshelf, a filing cabinet, a man, a desk, a silver disk. There was his target who was, very unfortunately, staring straight at them. Georgie had to run like high hell if he wanted to grab the weapon before the man, who was incredibly plain looking, he noted, grabbed at it. Georgie once against snorted in frustration at the lack of tact in this operation's plan. Brute force was not his strong suit.<br/>His legs carried him like a strange lizard, gliding over the floor with incredible speed. He stayed in a straight line of motion in order to reduce distortion, but he still expected himself to appear as some sort of strange half-formed specter. He could barely contain his amusement as he watched the man, wide-eyed and alert, reach for the disk with such an astonishing slowness. It amazed Georgie, how people could live like that, to be so weak and vulnerable. His cyborg pieces had certainly been the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, besides, of course, his blessed birth.<br/>The disk was scooped up and brought to Georgie's helmet, inspecting it from every possible angle. It was extremely small and almost weightless, causing Georgie to doubt if he could even identify a way to disable it. a blue button evidently activated the item, but otherwise it seemed seamless, and Ghost had specifically ordered him not to break it. Wait. There was a small slit on the back side, so small that he had to zoom in to notice it. The specially pointed tip of his pinkie barely fit into the crack, causing the disk to split neatly into three parts, two the outer shell, and one a filamented inside. An absurd thought compared the device to a combination of a Jammie Dodger and an Oreo, but was quickly dismissed as he examined the contents. He wasn't exactly sure how 'deactivated' Ghost wanted the object, but he was fairly certain it wouldn't work now until it was put back together. The wiry filaments of the inside was pressed in to a clear card-like object, the wires themselves an iridescent, beautiful shimmer. He had never seen something so intricate before, and he was a cyborg.<br/>His speed reduced, as he waited for the other two to complete their tasks. He could have easily taken the man out himself, but he did what he was expected to, and nothing less. He would be what they expected him to be until further notice.