[h1][b][i][color=limegreen][center]Sami Rhodes[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=limegreen]Skills:[/color] Power Sensing, Reactive Adaptability
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Despite the fact that they were now essentially living on a plane, Sami was settling in quite well in his new room. He'd never been a fan of moving, but the transition from the Academy to the Bus felt far more liberating than any other time. Even with the the newest deaths hanging over the group, finally being out on a mission together felt like things were finally coming to a head. All that pain, suffering and risk to get their powers was over with... replaced with a whole new one, but at least they'd have a fighting chance working as a group. You couldn't really do much against the mutations shutting down your body as had happened to poor Antoine.

Just as Sami was thinking that he should track down Niah for some TLC, his phone buzzed. Not recognising the number, he wondered very briefly if perhaps Fury had taken him up on his request and was keeping him posted about his Uncle. Unfortunately, the subject of the message was something entirely out of Sami's comfort zone. The vagueness of the message didn't help, nor did the unknown sender. He knew it must have come from someone high up, possibly even Fury himself. Thinking back, Fury had even mentioned von Bardas when they discussed killing enemy foes in battle... but still, this seemed too far. Sami had no qualms about killing people in self-defence or the defence of others, but being told to put someone down during the mission felt like an assassination. He hadn't signed up to be an assassin, and he certainly felt uncomfortable about the shady way they had gone about doing this. Why couldn't they ask the rest of the group, if it was so important? Was the threat of HYDRA still so abundant that they felt they could only trust the gay black guy who couldn't possibly be a Nazi? Or perhaps it was his relation to the esteemed Colonel Rhodes. Whatever the case, he didn't like it, but had no idea how to broach the subject with the others - or if he should even risk discussing it.

Leaving his room in a far dimmer mood, Sami made his way to the lounge, hoping he could get a bit of alcohol in before their mission truly started.