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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Quinjet
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Kwassi ignored both Agent Moss's irritated mood, and Agent Reeds one eyed glare. They were on a mission together whether they liked it or not, and missions were no place for sentiments or feelings to get in the way of logical thinking. Ofcourse Reed couldn't pilot in her condition, at the very least she saw that and appointed Hawkeye. [Color=09849f]"Good. Hawkeye can fly this bird then. As for you..."[/color] Kwassi moved the gun and inch closer to The President. Making it a point that je was to sit still, and his help piloting wouldn't be necessary. [Color=09849f]"Just sit tight until we can sort this all out. No offense but I'd rather not take the risk of you crashing this jet into the ground. So if you would just sit there and be patient we can get this all over with."[/color] His tone was cold, uncaring, and void of emotion. He was distancing himself from the situation, making it easier to strike any of them down should they turn.

Not wanting to leave the Serval man unanswered Kwassi coughed out a response. [Color=09849f]"So whats the name?"[/color] There was a brief pause, his question a bit unclear as to who or what he was directing it to. His gaze never met Andrews, keeping his sights trained on The President as he said he would. [Color=09849f]"If you're not 'The Flyn' then whats the name? The Amazing shrinkman? Pretty sure Antmans taken, so I went with an equally statuered creature, except yours is capable of flight it seems."[/color] To say it was difficult to be in his situation was an understatement. Any one of them could've been replaced by Hill and none of them would know it. The only ones he could trust were the two that sided with him and the Cap. Rogers must've sensed something was off.