Ambush Bug didn't know why he was on this mission. He didn't particularly care. As long as they didn't nag him to go out and make friends they could have had him running laps around the prison in full scuba gear. He sat through the briefing, half paying attention. Something about Africa, or maybe the Middle East. He was more focused on getting something to eat before leaving for the mission. He took a moment to pay attention to the pictures of the two superhumans displayed on the projector. [color=39b54a]"Buzz, buzz."[/color] Ambush Bug muttered to himself, before his thoughts turned inward again.

His attention was caught when one of his fellow newly initiated squad mates spoke up with a voice like icicles scraping over other icicles. [i][color=39b54a]"What an odd choice of dress..."[/color][/i] he thought as he eyed the full winter gear the man was wearing, completely ignoring the fact that he himself was dressed up in a garish green and yellow jumpsuit. Ambush Bug considered the eskimo's words, but disregarded them. The choice is die now, or die later, what did it matter?

Ambush Bug stood, and not quite sure what to do after missing most of the briefing, simply followed the others. He tried his best to sleep through most of the travel and prep time. Everything he needed was stuck in his body. Before he knew it, Ambush Bug found himself staring out the back of an open aircraft. [color=39b54a]Would now be a bad time to mention my fear of heights?"[/color] he asked no one in particular, before disappearing in a flash. He reappeared about two meters above the desert sand, and dropped the last few feet to a tumbling fall. [color=39b54a]"Whew! Good game. Let's go again."[/color]