"I will ride with Lima," Zhenya said and nodded to Medved team. That had all been discussed before they even reached the meeting point - In order for Medved to be a surprise to the TIAF, they would have to enter the area of operations via a different route, and although Zhenya could follow along the Vympel team, he wanted to go with Lima. After all, this entire thing had started with him in Lima, and it only felt fitting that he ended it the same way. With a nod to Medved team, Zhenya squeezed into the backseat of the defender, placing his rifle between his legs. 

He took in a deep breath and let it out. Once they crossed the Danish border, they would either return a fugitive, die, or at best, return with no changes to their status. It was a high-risk mission indeed, and oddly enough, this time it were the Russians who were providing support. As much as Zhenya liked his country, he had to admit that Russia rarely ever bothered with anything so far from it's borders. At least not overtly, and certainly without his knowledge. He could feel the captain's, and everyone else's suspicion peak when Medved team showed up, so he felt the need to clear the atmosphere.

"Captain, I know you distrust Medved." Zhenya said. Though he addressed the captain, he meant for everyone to hear what he had to say. "But I assure you, they are here to help. They came voluntarily and are taking the same risks as us. They are not here to keep an eye on the operation. If my commanders wanted that, they could have done it without any of us ever knowing."

He nodded to the folder that he had given to the Captain. "And if nothing else, we did not have to give you that. I do not even think that Medved had been authorized the information, but they gave it to us because they found it useful."