Isaac was silent as they boarded the transport to the compound in El Paso, Texas. His group composed of Lady Nightmare, whom had already tipped her hand, and Acid whom he had not readily noticed and continued to not notice. Instead, it seemed, they would be the loud that would let the untrained group rush in and do what they had to do, extract this professor. And that left slaughtering a technological marvel to them. Being relatively in control of his faculties during the flight, he couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the idea of another mission against insane odds. Or did he actually chuckle, for no apparent reason? Isaac wasn't sure, he never was, but that was hardly a concern. The fact they faced automatons, well, that hardly bothered him either, machines broke as readily as men did in the face of fell winds, casting all the mightiest constructs that would dwarf even man's lauded Tower of Babel into nothing but unseen dust.

Upon touching down, Lady Nightmare seemed to lag behind as Lovecraft took the front, casually walking into the main lobby of the compound as the other team went their own way. He had his Webley revolver in hand, and glanced around as they were entering the area. Research facility like this should have had some sort of fail safe, at least as far as Isaac considered. After all, he could not readily consider that no one ever thought that something would go wrong with experimental work. But he digressed mentally, glancing at the Lady Nightmare before making an offhand comment. [color=598527]"Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."[/color]