For the remainder of the cute little introduction period, Revel listened intently, his chin perched on his fist.  Some of the people here, he knew, could offer little in the department of useful or even entertaining information, but he whatever he could glean from them he store in his mental repository.  Through the imagined files he shifted, debating whether to archive these latest details for future use, or cast them aside.  Powerless sniper?  Memorized.  Revel smirked; a bullet from far away was the only way someone like Michelle could possibly contribute to a fight.  Drake the Chimera?  Nothing poignant there.  Immortal Freyja?  Perhaps useful as a meat shield, or a distraction.  Revel always appreciated someone he could throw at the enemy to give him more time to plan.  So far, Willow had proved herself capable to the task, but after the twelfth time repairing her cybernetics had lost its charm.  When the unsolicited voice of Drake piped up again, this time from the designated 'audience', Revel rolled his eyes.  This was not the time to be asking moronic questions in order to chat with a girl.  

A few moments passed before the next person got up, leaving Revel time to think.  He had expected a formal military training routine, adapted to suit a band of superpowered folk certainly, but something regimented nonetheless.  Only through strictest control could a tactician intelligently use his soldiers.  While Revel fancied himself such a strategist, he had resigned himself to playing the role of subordinate in order to see his grand scheme to fruition, so perhaps it was a better thing the Director wasn't being more authoritative.  Still, it seemed to Revel like [i]something[/i] more than a meet-and-greet was necessary to get the ball rolling.  In particular, the string-puller looked forward to observing the powers of the others—at least, those he hadn't already foreseen.

The piercing tone of Bright Angel yanked Revel from his reverie.  He winced to hear it, wondering yet again why a mere girl would be assigned as his equal.  It was insulting to say the least.  When Cliff made himself known, however, Revel's fascination ignited.  The gestures of a man more than touched by drugs did not escape his eyes, and it pleased the string-puller to recognize someone against whom leverage could be used.  Those gripped by drugs, either now or in the past, always listened where others might not.  

Finally came Cathryn, and Revel's green eyes fixated upon her.  His precognition had granted him her name, but of all her characteristics, it interested him least.  [i]Shapely.  Blunt.  Gun-wielder.  Annoyingly confident.  And yes, I've seen you on the news.  A thorough scoundrel!  Fewer silly ideals to get in the way.  Pity I couldn't see more of you...I should like very much to see how you respond to some of my serums[/i].  As Cathryn finished and sauntered by, Revel shot her an infatuated smile.  

Almost immediately after, none other than the project head appeared.  Idly wondering if the urgency of his movements meant that things were about to kick off, Revel heeded the Director's explanation.  [i]Hah![/i]  He resisted the urge to laugh out loud.  [i]Running in blind, are we?[/i]  He mused, grinning.  [i]It'll be a slaughter.  But it'll make the team stronger by weeding out the weak ones.[/i]  After a meaningful glance back at Bright Angel, he followed the Widowmaker, MicWiz, and the Chimera to the Satellite room.  “Beam me up, snotty.”

And just like that, Revel stood in the nuclear plant.  He snorted after Crosscut vanished.  “Hit him with everything we have?  How stupid.  The victorious strategist only seeks battle after the victory has been won.”  He glanced at the magical barrier conjured by MicWiz, then at Michelle.  “We cannot attempt to defend something by placing ourselves and our objective side-by-side.  Let me think...”  Revel placed his palm to his head and closed his eyes, as if trying to remember something.  The information he sought, however, came not from the past but from the future.  He knew that the black-and-gold-clad figure would have no trouble either finding the reactor or penetrating the wizard's shield.  He also knew that when Michelle attempted to shoot the Immortal, striding silently toward them, the bullets would do him no harm.  “Well, sucks to be you, Widow.  Your submachine there won't do anything but annoy this asshole.  He's near-invincible.  If he gets in this room, we're done.  All we can do is bind him and move him around while we try to find out what's responsible for the 'near' part.  I didn't any better a read on him, but a lot of people with a lot of power are arrogant and can be baited.  If we annoy him, he'll come after us instead of the reactor.  Let's move into the next room and see if we can find anything we can use.”