Fleur looked at Mr. Archer expectently. She expected orders. Not this blustering man. She watched the ones walked out her eyes raised. The man who had passed had bnewen attractive enough. So had the woman, and the other mysterious man. But something was up. They looked very high class dressed and acting as they did. She hated that.<br/><br/>She was still in miltary straight and looked at Archer expectently. Hr teammates had been pretty ersious and nothing severe had happened as of yet. But still. She was starting to feel the itch. The need to get moving. To be doing something. To be burning or freezing something.