Sitting in his cold compartment, in this cold car, on this cold train; Stuart Parsons was..well. you can guess. Aside from freezing, he was mostly content, he now realized that some of his jingoism and confidence in his abilities and weapons from the last mission had gotten him trouble with the others, more specifically The Strange Man or "Stranger" their leader. He was loathe to get involved in that mess, again. he had respect for the man's ability to lead and command a team...even if it was...a bit harsh, at times. But, life had moved on and now they were close to their mission site, about to again, go into the depths of Hell itself and see see what daemonic entities they could fuck with. it made for fun times. There's no other lot I'd rather go with, though, honest. Stuart thought as he stared out at the whiteness and snow that engulfed his window, making vison out past maybe five feet from the train utterly hopeless. It was probably all trees anyway, and he'd more than seen his share of those last time. The sniper was not eager to see more, even if it was winter.
He'd also been writing in a journal, nothing biographical by any stretch, and no poems because he was utter rubbish at those, just some random musings, filled with curses and notes about the cold or the fact that Russian trains sucked. He'd decided he wouldn't be keeping the journal up, it was something to do to pass the time; when eh wasn't sleeping anyway. The Englishman put a hand through his short blonde hair and heard the loud horn that signaled breakfast was ready. "It's about fuckin' time, I'm bloody starvin' 'erre he grumbled as he made his way out of his compartment or "quarters" and towards the serving car. Stuart noticed that Stranger was ahead of him and had already made it into the car and remained sitting at a table. He had a faraway look in his eyes, and for once, the sniper let it pass, saying nothing about his disposition and only greeting him with,"Mornin' Boss. before he meandered over to the table full of biscuits, juices, teas, muffins, and various meats, and began filling his plate.
Stuart took a seat at the far end of the table and noticed a projector situated at one end of the room, which meant a briefing would occur shortly. Stuart certainly hoped that the other members would arrive soon enough. he was totally looking forward to Avi's appearance especially, he felt he had a bit of a score to settle with her. He thought about saking Stranger where the others were, but decided against it. The man clearly was in his own little world, and Stuart felt it best to leave him there. Thus, he began to eat and drink, greeting each team member as they came in with a cheerful smile and a "Mornin' Ho'w'd ya sleep? though there were a few exceptions. To Winters specifically, he added yank, becuase...it fit, he supposed. To Avi, and only Avi, his grin turned a little maniacal and he said,"I believe you still owe me a kiss from the chess game you lost , so eh..I'm right 'ere whenever you're ready to pay up." Stuart had no real expectation that she'd actually kiss him, he just liked to see her get all angry about it, it would make his morning. That was, if she didn't end up spilling something on him first. Or throwing a hot liquid in his face; he never could quite tell with her. To Bryon, he gave a quiet,"So...how 'bout these Russian ladies? You thinkin' what I'm think'? though again, he had no expectation that Bryon would actually be thinking what he was...then again what the hell is he thinking? was a question that Stuart asked himself, and often had no answer for. Song got the standard greeting though, because though she'd only sort of appeared on the first mission, Stuart did not know her well enough, nor feel quite comfortable enough around her, to truly converse with her at length, as he did the others. Stuart did, though, almost refer to her as Songbird, but he stopped himself, fearful of offending her.
Stuart , when conversations were done, stiffened to attention and saluted the Major, whom he vaguely recognized but could not place the name of. He watched the slideshow and immediately thought, when he first heard the good Doctor's name, I bet she's a hot fox but upon seeing her picture kept that though to himself. To him, it seemed simple enough, make contact with a known criminal, get some wheels from him and then eliminate him; move on, find the Doctor, the info, and the creature, and capture or kill it. Easy in, easy out. But, with this team especially, things ere not that easy. When the Major had left, and Stuart could relax he commented,"Boss, if I could just make a suggestion. I say we kill this Dmitri chap right after we get what we need. The less questions he asks about us, the better. If you want...i'll do it. Just, give me a signal or a word for whatever and he's gone. something in the back of Stuart's mind signaled that his guy was all bad news, and the less time and exposure he had with them, the better. Of course, this plan would only work if he could find either cover or a high place from which to snipe. Stuart sighed and thought about this plan, if the Boss approved it, of course. When everyone had said what they needed to, with respect o the mission, Stuart got up and headed for the Armory car, to grab his equipment and gear up.