Mimic looked out the window of the small charter plane they had hired upon touching down in South America. He saw beneath them a small airstrip, a patch of tarmac cut rudely into the thick Amazon forest. A wooden shack sat at one end of it, and at the other a small tower.
Behind him sat Rose, Pneuma and the Sheik.
There was a screech as the tyres of the plane's landing gear touched down on the black surface of the runway, and the vehicle slowed down. Eventually, it came to a stop, a few metres away from the wooden shack.
Stepping out of the door, Mimic looked across to a small bench that sat outside the shack. On it sat Johnny Omicron and X-Acute, looking as inconspicuous as it was within their ability to look.
Mimic reflected that Johnny never was one for civilian clothing. He liked his armour too much.
X-Acute had a bored look on his face, and seemed to be willing them all on so he could hurry up and get out of here.
Mimic stepped down onto the ground, and approached the shack. His companions followed.
Johnny stepped up to greet them.
“Where’s…?” Mimic began. A sound from inside the shack cut him off.
“Bloody hell! That was a good shit!” Arges boomed, stepping out of the shack while doing up his pants.
“Oh, right. There,” Mimic said quietly.
“Do you have anything for me?” Johnny said, his crossed arms and stern voice giving the impression that he would allow for no more time wasting and everything must proceed at once. Mimic handed him the piece of paper; the map that they had pulled from the remains of what they had thought to be their copy of the Liber Vitae. Johnny unfolded the map, and looked intently at it. He then pulled another from his pocket, and compared the two. He stared at them for a moment, and nodded.
“Right. That’s where we’re going. Shouldn’t take too long,” He finally said. All around him, his teammates began to retrieve what little luggage had been brought across from Berlin.
“X-Acute, pay the man,” Johnny said, gesturing towards the waiting pilot with his outstretched thumb. X-Acute sighed, then went to settle the bill with the pilot.
“Why didn’t you send this earlier? We could have been on the way before you got here,” Johnny said, pulling Mimic aside.
“Tried. Couldn’t get a signal. Did something happen to Xyber?” Mimic replied.
“…something,” Johnny said. “And what the hell are you wearing?”
Mimic had been once again wearing the face of Danny Hearn. He grinned.
“You know, as enjoyable as it is to make fun of one’s enemies, one day this habit of yours is going to get you into trouble…” Johnny said as they rounded up the rest of their team and made to leave.
