"Pigeon?" asked Montag. "Remember wot I said about the fourth wall?"

"No," said Brianna. She looked thoughtful for a moment before her eyes lit up. "Oh." She winked at Montag. "Right..."

Victor turned to Phil. The telepath was eyeing the British assassin cooly. "So. You're a telepath."

"Among other things," said Phil. He raised an eyebrow. "You're an interesting subject yourself."

Then I'm sure you've already seen the images in my head. "Believe me, it's not the first time I've heard that."

"I would say so. It's kind of interesting, really. Everyone gives off certain brainwaves and signals. Brute Force's excitement practically gives off lightning. Brianna's primitive brain dominates when she's scared. Back when Ozzy was on the team...I could almost hear him singing the theme to Rocky to himself." Phil smirked. "It's like I can see a faint 'karma' around everyone. The epitome of their inner personality. But you? No 'karma'. I can read your louder thoughts, I could probe you mind if I wanted to, but no outer aura. You're incomplete, my friend."

"Incomplete?" Victor shrugged. "Or maybe I'm not loaded down with extra baggage."

"I'm not surprised Paragon made you head hancho," said Grissom to Drake. "I heard the team practically flocks to you."

Drake blushed and looked down. "Yeah, it is kind of weird. I mean, I didn't want to be the sort of leader that got a ego trip every time we went on a mission. I never wanted to be the prick leader that bullied everyone into fighting."

Grissom nodded to the shadows in the corner. "I find it hard to believe anyone could bully him into doing anything."

Drake laughed. "True enough. But I can't descibe what goes on. It's not like I'm constantly giving order. It's more like...like I'm setting up the chesspieces..."

"...and then letting them unleash their own weapons," finished Montag.

"Exactly." Drake leaned over slightly passed Montag and noticed Brianna was talking to Adem. "So things are going well with the 'pigeon'?"

Montag smirked for a moment. "Watch it, buster. She only lets me call her that." He shrugged. "I think things are going well." The ex-mercenary gave a cold stare to Drake. He telaported another drink into his hand. "Not that I've gone soft or anythin'."

Drake grinned and took a sip of his own drink. "Not till hell freezes over. To leadership -- may the friends we lead to battle --"

"--forgive us if we feck things up," said Grissom, grinning.

"Scan incomplete."

"I will not ask you again," said Guant. Robo Squirrel's lasers criss-crossed over Gaunt's body, and he sneered every time they ran along his face. He was obviously restraining himself from blasting the robot into pieces. "Go away."

"Robo Squirrel is attempting to reconfigure settings. Please wait for a moment while Robo Squirrel resets scanners."

"You asked for it," said Guant. Instantly a thin black shadow crept from behind Guant. It wrapped itself around the robotic rodent before pulling Robo Squirrel into a shadows.

"Robo Squirrel does not require THAT close of a loo--" The rodent was tossed into the shadows. Guant smirked.

Icarus walked towards Guant. "I saw you do that."

Guant turned his head toward the pilot. "You want to join him?"

Icarus took a step closer. "I use to think you were completely scary. Now I just think you're just mean." He walked away, looking for some more drinks.