The Russian uniform felt a bit weird on the sniper, considering the only uniforms she would wear were either from JTF-2 or Lima. But here she was, wearing a Russian uniform to save her life. She really did hope that she didn't have to speak any Russian, she didn't know enough Russian to construct a conversational sentence. Never did she think she would be sitting in an car full of Russians dressed exactly like them; escaping prison while they were at it as well. It was an odd sensation, but she figured it came along with being a Black Ops operator. As the vehicle boarded the airplane, it was quick to shut the door and take off. What had just happened in the past few moments was a lot for her to handle. Classified as terrorists? That was the exact opposite of the foundation Wendy's career was built on. She enlisted to fight against terrorists, not be terrorists. The sniper remained silent as the cargo plane finally stabilized, hearing the go-ahead to disembark from the Tigr.

Wendy took a bit of time before disembarking, grunting gently as she stepped onto the plane's floor. It really did feel great to be able to stand freely again inside an area that wasn't a shitty jail cell in Russia. Wendy stood next to Neil as Medved One informed them of their task. "Guess I'm in as well." Wendy stated, looking down and kicking at the floor. The Canadian had started to wonder what exactly was going on back in her homeland. She was hoping all was going well, especially her loved ones. Hopefully her status wasn't reported to her loved ones, otherwise there'd be some major unnecessary grieving. She was still alive, but her loved ones didn't know that, and that was scary to her. Copenhagen sounded like an operation that would take 110% of everyone's ability and teamwork in order to survive. She would still do her job regardless - knowing that a majority of the team would probably be killed in an operation like this. She didn't want to entertain that thought for long.

Wendy took a seat somewhere in the plane, putting her head back and sighing deeply. She closed her eyes and opened them to see the ceiling of the plane. They were on their way to another Russian city, which would probably be a long flight. She felt a weight on her shoulders and turned to identify the weight. It was Neil, which was unwarranted but nice in a situation like this. She then remembered that she was still in a commitment to someone, and shrugged off Neil's arm. "Neil, please." Wendy said quietly, giving him a look, "We're still professionals." The Canadian sniper stood up and walked towards Medved One, wondering if there was some sort of way she could contact back home. She was doubtful, but it was worth a shot asking. "Excuse me, do you have a secure line here or something along the lines of that?" Wendy requested, "I'd like to make a call."