[center][h3][color=darkred][Before Anyone leaves the room][/color][/h3][/center]
The first thing James noticed was the rest of the people that Markovic had called for. Gun'tar, the deluded Gargantu loyal to the Citadel a fault. Aelar, the half-elf usually assigned to the Training Grounds until a sudden transfer to death row. Elyra, the elven nurse he had some semblance of a friendship with. Jamie, the hot-headed Templar with a sharp temper. A Kil'garen with a tiger-like coat. And what looked to be two mages he had never met before.

He didn't outwardly react much as Markovic explained the situation. He scoffed at the Gargantu's apparent shock that the Citadel had been breached, and his eyes narrowed at the slight Gun'tar made towards the Magi, as if they were cut-throat bandits. It was when Markovic explained the internal explosive device and called for the guards that he reacted.

As one of the Templars went for him with a nasty-looking syringe, James smashed his left elbow into the man's face. He stumbled back, and James took the opportunity to get behind him and twist the arm holding the syringe behind his back. There was an audible crack as his arm fractured and he screamed in pain, dropping the device before James pushed him away. One of the other Templars took the opportunity to tackle him to the ground before he could react, pinning his arm behind him and stabbing the fallen syringe into his neck. He growled at the pain and he tensed in pain until the guard released his arm and James pushed him off. The Instructor glared at the man with a look promising pain until he turned his eyes on the older man at the desk. 

After Markovic explained the mission in more detail and some of the other voiced their complaints, James stepped up and leant heavily on the wooden desk, his face hard and his blood red eyes on fire. [color=darkred]"I would say I'm not helping you, but I don't have much of a choice. Still, I have a demand. I want the rest of my enchantments back. You've just stuck a bomb in my neck and you're sending us out to on what could very well be a [i]suicide[/i] mission you clear up [i]your[/i] mess. There is no bloody way in hell I am going to leave at any less than full strength."[/color]

He straightened himself up. [color=darkred]"Send them to the meeting place. I'll play your game for now, asshole."[/color]
With that, he walked out of office without another word and immediately went back toward his private quarters to collect what he would need for the journey. Grabbing what he needed, He decided to burn off the rest of his aggression at the training ground. Several battered sparring partners and even more destroyed training dummies later, he left for the meeting point.