"I will meet you in briefing room.  Got to use little boys room." he let his accent change to his perfect Soviet Block accent, Gerad easily able to recognize it for when he is pissed.  Storming away like he had a date with the devil, he sulked like a child.<br/><br/>The airport latrine smelled nice and he stood in front of the mirror, his hands on the sink, the water on full blast.  Cool it, Yousef.  You are like kid with crush on teacher... focus on mission, then when all calm again, you tell her.  You will tell her this time.  She will always be there after, you had seen to that numerous times, and Gabe had hidden your signature from her HUD so she never knew and you were still in the clear even with the broken protocol.  Hell, he didn't know why he was scared, everybody knew, Gabe, Harry, Gerad, even Jenny and the rest of Christoph's team knew.  Jenny was just fine with the way he and she were going though, and didn't mind his mental imaging of Mea instead during their... workout sessions.  He knew that this would be just one more fling and then everything be right again... wait a minute.  He thought back and realized Mea had put on earings... and perfume? Suddenly he felt the anger rise up again, and he wrenched the sink from the wall, the spray catching his shoulder and immediately his anger passed.  A look of a kid having broken his dad's favorite toy crossed his face as he placed the sink down.  Hurrying out of the latrine he rushed to the briefing room and passing a guard, he stopped a second.<br/><br/>"Toilet have problem." and he hurried into the meeting, already underway, as usual.  He noticed the new guy was sitting right next to Mea and decided to sit next to Gerad at the far end of the table, his shades once more covering his eyes.