“With all respect…” Anatoli sized up the man who had spoken. Despite the rather mild temperature in the room, he was dressed as if going into the Siberian tundra. Anatoli took an instant disliking to the man. 

“If you are not ready, perhaps you should not have been chosen for such a mission…” The Russian said quietly.

He surveyed his teammates, taking in the costumes and strange equipment. They were all odd operators. He was used to combat boots, not green tights. Still, this was probably one of the most important missions Anatoli had been on in his long life. Part of him was excited to be back in the role of earth shaker, while the other part was nervous about his teammates’ performance. [i]There's at least a few people I can depend on,[/i] he thought, glancing at Deadshot. 

On the plane, Anatoli checked his cybernetic arm, testing servos and flexing the motors, ten followed that with a similar routine on his biological arm, finishing it off by cracking his knuckles. It was good to get back into the business, after his time in jail. American prisons were just too boring. 

Now that he had checked over his person, Anatoli started checking his equipment. They had given him a big bag of boom. A smile played across the Beast’s face as he thought of the destruction he would wrought. [i]Hopefully Plastique won't steal my thunder…[/i]

Securing his precious cargo, the mercenary jumped from the plane, opened his chute, landing gracefully on the sand. Anatoli pulled on his mask. The Beast came alive.