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The large man didn't take issue with the agent, Lilliane's, reply. He met her gaze cooly and like before, thought her harsh attitude was a bit refreshing considering the situation they were all in. He'd been hoping that the woman would relieve him of the burden, but then again he supposed he was a big guy and his fellows were small women. Emphasis on [i]small[/i], though Chloe was on the taller side she was still a fair bit thinner than he was. Without another word Taras followed the girls' lead, humming in amusement when the British agent mentioned her "power."

Ideally, an agent wouldn't let on that they were gifted [i]at all[/i], but he couldn't say he was surprised to hear her flaunt it. The power she held must be something to do with earlier in the plane, the music. Again he found himself curious to know more about it and how it could possibly be helpful as more than a distraction, but even if they were free of prying ears and Taras was the type to ask, he didn't get the chance.

The tell-tale whistle of a mortar made it's way over to the group, with the shell itself sure to follow soon. Not bothering with a warning, the Russian didn't hesitate at all, breaking away from the group to find shelter immediately. He ended up on the other side of a shallow ditch, hoping what shrubbery was around would help conceal him. From his spot he couldn't clearly make out the area though, he'd have to find a better vantage point to retaliate. The man turned and peeked out underneath the sparse foliage, seeing where the other agents had gone while wondering how many hostiles were around... and who, exactly, had let the information that they'd be there leak?

[color=DC143C][i]<Incompetence>[/i][/color], he muttered as the shell exploded, throwing dirt up in the space they'd just been.