[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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Automatically returning the hug and squeezing Niah, he watched in discomfort as she let go and went to get ready. He knew where her worries were coming from, but he couldn't help but feel concerned about just how paranoid one could get in these situations. At least she knew she could trust him - or, was trying to trust him. It would depend on what they talked about, but as she aptly said, it would have to wait. Latveria beckoned, as did his personal assignment.

Amongst his personal equipment, Sami didn't have all that much to include. Keeping in mind the training from before, he retrieved an ICER alongside his own sidearm. A non-lethal weapon would definitely come in handy, and likely keep Fury from yelling at him again. Once again, he weighed up his options. Should he tell the others about his secret mission, or just not do it? What would the implications of von Bardas being brought in alive be? He couldn't work out if they were going to be any worse than the implications of him point blank killing her, and his gut wasn't telling much other than either option seemed like a bad idea. Thankfully, there were senior agents on this mission with them. Raynor had been around for years, as had Cassandra, and they were bound to have some experience in the area.

Finishing up his last few bits of prep, which included a hastily thrown in first-aid kit, Sami vowed to get an opinion from someone. At least he wouldn't be breaking any rules, right? The vague text message hadn't said to keep it quiet in the slightest.