Georgia looked between Hirtula and Victor, cat like smile on her face from their opposite descriptions of great Britain. "I think I'll plop my assessment down in between y'alls: In my experience Britons are absolute madmen in the best possible way. They love swords, hate dragons, and don't know what the word fear means. All in all, pretty awesome."

Despite the danger of the mission she was actually feeling pretty good during the transport ride. It felt almost nostalgic, being dropped deep inside enemy territory. True, she had never been sent in as an assassin before but she had killed some evil guy while looking in on some unknown creature. She rationalized that this was just that flipped on its head: she'd get to see some new heartless strains and, as almost an afterthought, they'd kill Hitler. 

Snopes curled up in the corner, stripped of his big harness in order to give him full range of movement if he needed. She wasn't worried about him. As much of a goofball as he was at leisure he knew when it was mission time. Even now she could see he wasn't really resting, his eyes cannily sweeping the room for danger from where his head resented on his forelimbs. 

She looked up when the brothers introduced themselves. They were on to something. Who knew when everyone would be in one room like this again?  With all the new arrivals she wasn't rightly sure who she'd told her name to already. May as well take advantage "I'm Georgia, Cryptozoologist. I discover creatures that don't exits. That's Snopes." She said, and jerked her thumb at Snopes who raised his head at the mention of his names. "He's my clever boy, been with me since I was a little girl, and probably the best partner you could ask for."

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As the boy squad exited the ship over London she turned her thoughts to what. Asher had confided in her last night. She had never really been into the hippy-dippy "all things in the university connected in a kalidoscopic energy field" brand of psychic powers, but there was one thing she'd picked up: dreams were never really just dreams, especially if someone was communication with you in them. She knew from personal experiance, more than a few times she'd woken in a cold sweat when Indrid's grinning ghoulish face had popped into her head to relay some important information. So she took for granted that this "Usagi" girl was real. Whether or not she was really on their side was what was up for debate. She wanted to ask him if he'd had another dream, but decided against it. He'd told her that in confidence, and ambushing someone in front of other people was a good way to lose her only source of information on this new development.

Instead she turned to the task at hand as they approached Berlin. "All right, as stoked as I am about this I would really rather not go to war with the entire German army. So, how do we get in without them seeing us?" 

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