<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Californian highway roadside<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 8th, 4:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Psylocke, Jean Grey, Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>In the van and ready<br/><hr/><br/>Bishop was happy that the officers appeared to accept the plan, and that his team were maintaining a professional attitude. He felt a little pride for them all, even if Jean was a teacher too Bishop was by some distance the oldest X-Man here and felt responsible for everyone. He returned the Captain's handshake and headed to the van with him. It was a big vehicle, and if it came to trying to run the other truck off the road it would be chaos at best. Severe injuries for everyone in both vehicles would be nearly garunteed. He could only really hope Jean could manage it, as his powers were far too explosive to utilise near so much live ammunition. When the van was opened up he nodded to Jean, pointing up to the cab.<br/><br/><strong>"You're up front it looks like. The goal is stopping the truck slow and smooth. I know you can probably do it easily, but if we throw it around we could cause a lot of damage to everything inside. And capture is still the primary goal. I'm sure you can manage it though." <br/></strong><br/>He gave an encouraging look, but tried his hardest not to come off condescending. He wanted to show her he had faith in her abilities as well as re-affirming her job. As soon as he was finished he turned to Psylocke and Rogue, pointing to the back.<br/><br/><strong>"You two are in the back with me. We're just sitting tight until the target's stopped, then we move in. Be careful on the approach if they're armed, there's no medicine for a gunshot to the head. When we exit the van try to stick behind me initially until the gunfire stops and I can distract the Sabertooth." <br/></strong><br/>Of course a lot of this was stating the obvious, but it was important to really drill into their heads that this wasn't a simulation. Granted both had real combat experience, but more recently they had been in a false and safe environment. It was easy to forget just how dangerous real weapons are, even small hand guns. And that arms store was bound to have a great deal more weaponry than that. Bishop stepped foot on the small steps up to the back, grabbing the railing and hauling his heavy body up to sit on the bench. As soon as he was down he took a firm grip on the available hand real and steadied himself. This could be a very, very bumpy road trip.<br/><br/><strong>"Right, get in, sit down, hold tight and be ready."</strong><br/><br/>His voice was deep, commanding and serious, yet it managed to maintain a positivity and upbeat note. The kind hearted and warm side of Bishop many at the school knew was still there under the rugged military man.