Victor sat in fill winter regalia in the 75 degree room, right hand clenched into a fist as he flexed the muscles of futility to try and keep the cold contained. It was more of a mental exercise than a physical to try and willingly suppress his power. The gesture of his right hand helped visualize the efforts as he hoarded his hoarfrost while the rest were present but in the palm rested a lightbulb so that he had to keep mental measure of its presence in the palm so that he didn't crush it. They had gone the extra mile to put a little Elsa figurine in the lightbulb to tease him about why he was here. 

He was here and not some other freezing freak because of his life in Africa, he new some of the little things that could save the mission. It was his practicality and practical skills put to the effort this time around. BUt all his practicality went to the left as the lightbulb cracked under the mission Paramaters.

[color=6ecff6]"With all respect. You are insane. Not only will we have two country controlling villains, but the full support of the league hunting us down. The only thing that might save our lives if anything goes bad is the 'no killing' rules of [i]most[/i] of the members being at odds with either of the villains lacking moral code. And you might still blow us up after that as is..."[/color]

He said his peace then sighed with resignation. [color=6ecff6]"When do we leave?"[/color] 

The rest was much of a blur to him as he tried to ull up all the African data that he could on the countries they were invading. His African was rusty after a decade to he was you-tube-ing lots of sport games and old news feeds to get the dialects back. He didn't need to be a polyglot, but a smattering of phrases would get them into certain places easier than most. Their propensity to hire empowered individuals would mean that he might have a chance at outright infiltration without his suit if it came to that or else being the only one capable of indefinite underwater activity.

When they got to the drop zone, they were lucky enough to arrive at the desert, he used his gun to generate a pile of dry-ice snow to fall into to dismiss his mass before hitting the sand. Frost is not uncommon in a place with temperatures below 30 at night, deserts only lack the moisture. By the rising of the sun, the snow will be gone into the atmosphere.