[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia
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[color=MediumSpringGreen]“Calendar first, Novikova.”[/color] James joked, returning the threat with an amused glance. He didn’t particularly care about what set her off especially as Darkholme continued where he left off. He disagreed with her, of course. Not because he thought the inhumane should be trusted but rather over the clear waste of resources presented by benching it. Honestly, it got paid, it did work. Simple math. But instead waste a perfectly good opportunity, both to use the resources they paid for [i]and[/i] tests its loyalty. Wire the thing and when it breaks for it, a bit of metal in the forehead would fix that problem right up.

And then he did his best not to let his jaw drop open as people just started going on their way. No prep, the pathetic basics of a plan, no wires for recording and review. This is why he was part time. It wasn’t the Hulk that would kill him; it was incompetence! James scowled as he followed the group off the jet and up to the door fo the Banner house. This was bound to be a disaster. 

While the group got Banner’s attention, James kept an eye on their surroundings just in case Banner had a Plan B in store.