Drevan got up from his seat to stretch for abit. He'd been sitting for too long already. Rolling his shoulders, stretching out his back and legs, working his wrists and fingers. He gave out a groan as his back popped during a back stretch. He sighed and bounced a little getting his blood moving again. Returning to his rig he picked up the drink that'd been left sitting for abit, swirling the drink and sipping, watching the video feeds of the interrogation. He smiled brightly, he loved listening to the repartee between his teammates. They all had one hell of an interesting dynamic going on.

He sipped his drink and did a spit-take when the first machete strike missed. He winced, "Ow...okay that hurt even me...and wasted some good liquor..." He went to quickly go refill his drink, and came back just in time to see the miss on Hassam's nuts. Bugcatcher half curled up in sympathy pain, "Oww...oww...you guys are mean! He's gonna be shitting himself for life."

He chuckled, "When am I not still on the Net? Send it over." He set his drink down and slipped back into his chair. The upload and download. He smiled, "Where would you like me to put this? Google+? Youtube? Vimeo? Or just hang on to it until we can find a good use for it?" He collected the video and put it in an tripple encrypted folder for later use. He leaned back in his chair, "I'll edit it up nice for you. It'll be ready by the time you guys get back to jolly ol' England."