<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/DoctorNemesisCombat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Doctor Nemesis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First lawn, then helicopter, then roof<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shadowcat, Prodigy, Chamber<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being a smartass<br/><hr/><br/>James had shaken his head a bit in annoyance at Logan's initial comments on the lawn and had said just barely loud enough to be heard "I also happen to have 90 years of combat experience, but people tend to forget that" He had said from behind the white surgical mask covering his face and left it at that, not wanting to argue in front of the others. He was not used to being on the active teams, he was not in the habit of training with the others, not even before his hiatus, satisfied with his contributions to the Mansion's finances. However this was a exception. He tossed Logan a grenade "Sleep gas, doesn't work on Mutants, effective dispersal range is only 5 yards so you better think before you use it, could only make two in time, I'll keep the other" As the "briefing" finished, James strode slowly towards the elevator, whistling a tune he'd picked up in the 40s.<br/><hr/><hr/>James looked over at Prodigy, his mind running over the dossier Xavier had given him on everyone, nodding to himself, his powers were best used with James himself, his medical expertise was self evident, but James' 90 year experience with conflicts in one form or another, his combat training, and his language skills, which could come in useful to keep communication between them hard to decipher. He wanted to test it and so he said<acronym title="Prodigy do you understand what I am saying?">Prodigy kan du forstå hvad jeg siger? </acronym>the language he had chosen was danish, a language he'd spoken most recently during his hiatus spent with the World Health Organization and Médecins Sans Frontières, where he'd had had a team of nurses from Denmark working under him for a time. He'd learned the language during the war, when he'd befriended Danish volunteers to the SS. He smiled softly at Prodigy though all it did was move his mask a bit "<acronym title="You don't have to answer verbally, just nod">du behøver ikke svare verbalt, bare nik</acronym>" He opened the case he'd brought onto the helicopter. While he didn't doubt it would be stocked with all a regular riot team might need, he had very specialized needs, and so he lifted the sheer white KRISS Vector out of it's case, checked the translucent mags that held hypodermic syringes, 2 mags of healing solutions, and 2 filled with tranqs of various strengths, before picking up a bag of extra supplies he'd brought. This bag though, he slid over to Prodigy "If you're going to help me, you'll need tools, there's 5 doses of highly powerful regenerative tonics for mutants, 7 for humans, a few counter toxins, and a gas mask if things get hairy. Impress me kid, and I might just let you work with me off hours.." He said with a chuckle, having switched back to English for the time being. He looked over at Chamber for a moment and then tapped the side of his head with a finger "Sorry kid, I don't even let Charles in here without good reason"<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As they disembarked and Shadowcat moved, Nemesis said to Prodigy with a slight sense jest to his voice "This reminds of me Dachau, but you know... in a good way"