The Italian laughed at the antiques of the Spaniard, before saying "actually, that's an excellent idea. Whilst I am aware of all of your powers, why don't we all give a little demonstration mmm? Maybe help break the ice too, by telling us all where we come from and our names. Perhaps a little about ourselves. As you know, I am Maria Bianco. For the purposes of this mission, Marie Dubouis, so one might want to get used to calling me that. Italian, as many of you would have guessed. I used to work for Mussolini and his thugs, but I think Mr. Churchill was a better fit for me. As for powers, I am... A mind reader." she smiled slightly, before indicating towards the Spaniard. "We all know your powers Mr. Guijara." her pronunciation was perfect; not surprising due to the similarities of the language, and she smiled softly.

"Ah, Ms. Liu is it? I'm sorry, I know there is some naming convention used by the Chinese that I am not familiar of, but I hope Ms. Lui shall suffice. Did you get the new drugs? I hear they've been amazingly effective for treating soldiers a bit more on the... [i]Friskier[/i] side. I'm not sure if you could cure it on your own, but best not to take unnessacary chances, eh?" Her smile had changed to a grin, and she sat back, waiting to see if anyone would take the bait.

As predicted, the truck had started to slow now, the ruts in the road smoothing out. The noise of planes taking off, once a distant whine, was now an ever-present roar, and aircrew dashed back and forth, a siren screeching in the background. This was not exactly new for some members of the organisation, but for some, it would be the first taste of the chaos they were about to enter.