Akiva closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Deployment time. How joyous. He took a glance at his surroundings. The Italian was giving a speech about deployment and the "plan" and all that bullshit. The plan was simple. Go north, and destroy the Reich from the inside out. Or outside in. Akiva had many strong suits, but vocabulary wasn't one of them. No, he had bigger things to worry about than how they were entering the German territory. Like the terrain. For him, knowledge of their surroundings was vital. Hopefully, he would be able to improvise should they enter unknown territory. Second on his list was his "comrades in arms". He took a look around. Some Spaniard with ridiculous hair, a blonde Brit, some Polish girl, the list went on. He took a look at the Asian woman, and his brow furrowed. He had very little contact with the culture of the Orient, and thus couldn't tell her nationality. But, such things did not matter. All that was important was the cohesion of their various abilities, to maximize effectiveness and stealth. There were many things Akiva did not want, and torture by the Gestapo was high on that list. He sighed, and continued to take in his surroundings. The group leader (Her name was Maria? Yes, something like that) was talking to the Spaniard. Something about bringing gold. That, that was smart. Gold had many useful properties. He would give the man a handshake, but he seemed preoccupied. Yes, yes, all were preoccupied. This was a very busy time. Soon enough, they would be within the reign of Herr Hitler. But, then again, it was all worth it. All for the plan, that is what he told himself. All for the plan. 

	Looking around, he felt useless. He needed to make an impact on the group, or at the very least, get an idea of their capabilities. He figured the Polish or Russian girl would be the easiest to approach. After all, they had both had land stolen from them. Perhaps they could both partake in a kind of vengeful streak against the Reich. Clearing his throat, Akiva spoke, "Hello, you are Polish? As am I. I hope we may become friends.", he said with an outstretched arm. English wasn't his first language, but he certainly had to try. For all he knew, she was Russian. Otherwise, he would've begun with Polish. But, there was no use making a fool of himself.