MArk slipped to the floor and sat crosslegged with his head down, his eyes closed. He was trying to concentrate on staying up, to channel his energy to his mind for a while so he could absorb the details of the mission so he could get rest on the flight. He rested his staff on his lap and for a minute it looked like he fell asleep.<br/><br/>Suddenly he sprang to his feet, red lines tracing over his eyes, a definate sign of sleep deprivation. He gazed out at sinol at him balancing the knife and grinned. He looked at Augor then at the a fox he never seen before. But he was gone down the hallway, he did not feel like chasing the person, might as well meet him during the mission...heh. He laughed alittle and leaned against the wall, he knew he was going to have to transform this mission in order to operate...he just hoped that when he does, it will mean the end of the mission.