Derrick decided meditation would be his best course of action, so he took in a small breath and rested his head back against the wall. Listening intently to the world around him as everyone else seemed to want to find something to do. Keeping sane and calm? Sounded good enough for the moment. He flashed back to his conversation with the general who had put this whole mission together in the first place. The man knew of Derrick's record even though he technically wasn't supposed to exist, he made it painfully clear that if it came between them and his daughter? He'd take his daughter, however at the same time the General told him why exactly he wanted him to go. His skills and training were definitely prized, but despite everything else? Derrick wouldn't obey orders. If anyone tried to tell him what to do, and it conflicted with his beliefs? He'd tell them to fuck themselves.<br/><br/>Despite all the bad he had done, or how much he was focused on getting his daughter back? He wouldn't let any harm come to the scientist, even if it meant evading protocol. Not just physically speaking, but he'd be concerned what it'd do for her mentally also. He'd never come out and say it of course, but Derrick knew that he wouldn't let her or Franka be hurt for that matter. The general was a smart one. These two women, especially Ashleigh had no place out here. Despite Derrick's claims that he'd let them all die if it meant getting Jasmine? He knew his damned values had kicked in, and he had to ensure the women folk stayed alive. Hackett? Well, that could go either way at this point as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>With that clarity, Derrick got to his feet. He needed to talk to someone who wasn't a damn Nazi for orders and protocol.