Jason slid out of the truck silently as they arrived at their destination, keeping a curious eye on the silent girl and her adverse reaction to Tommy's display of his powers. Sure, people like them weren't commonplace, and Jason had seen more than his fair share of hostility towards people with powers, but never from someone who supposedly had a set of her own. He'd have to keep an eye on her, that didn't bode very well.

The Irishman perked up a bit as he heard the familiar accent from the solder speaking with their leader, though he chose to stay back at this point as well. Though his father was Irish through and through, Jason himself had spent most of his life never seeing the emerald hills of his father's land. It was only recently that Jason had even met his father, and adopted the dialect that seemed his birthright. He smiled politely to McKenley as he followed the group onto the plan, smiling slightly under his bandana as he heard that their equipment was on board. 

Following the group to the overhead compartments, Jason rifled around until he found an old friend. His fingers closed around a wooden staff and he pulled it out slowly feeling the carvings  and the worn handgrip from years of use. This, along with his bandana and violin were the only things he'd managed to save from that night. The violin had to stay behind for obvious reasons, but this... He would use this and his mask to take his revenge against the army that took his family from him. Slipping his wrist through the loop of soft leather at the top of the staff, Jason turned and found a seat. This was the only thing he'd taken, aside from the obvious; standard provisions and such. He traveled light. One had to, in his life.

Jason turned and looked at the man next to him, chuckling softly at the obvious nervousness of Oscar, the Spaniard with the Italian-sounding alias. He leaned in a bit closer and planted the end on his staff on the floor, bracing himself on it. [color=92278f]"Ye think they'd put us an' their solders on board a faulty plane, friend?"[/color] He asked, ribbing the other man playfully. [color=92278f]"Nah, the motor'll be jus' fine, mark my words! It's all the bullets that we'll hafta worry about, enemy airspace an' all."[/color] Leaning back Jason lowered his voice just slightly, enough that he hoped it would be taken as more serious. [color=92278f]"Course, if tha' were to happen... Straight to Valhalla with ye, eh? Carried on the wings of Valkyries, off to enjoy an eternity of everylastin' glory, honor, feastin', drinkin'. Half-Vikin' an' all, plus goin' down in glorious battle... You've got somethin' to look forward to either way, dontcha think?"[/color]

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