As soon as the more jovial part - relatively speaking, anyway - of everyone meeting back up came about, it was soon muted by the need for business; although rightly so. Everyone gathered around as Jan laid out the information he'd received. With the right support and resources, it would've been a difficult op to carry out. With the small group they had at hand, it would be bordering on impossible. But TF-Lima had been formed from some of the best and brightest; they'd do it somehow. 
There wasn't much else to say, and Scott looked up as Zhenya spoke. It was evident that he was trying to make up, or apologize for the results of their earlier mission in his own way. He couldn't blame him for doing it, and it was hard to hold ill-will toward him either: he'd come through and arrived here like the others, and bought Wendy and Neill back safely - mostly - too. 
There were no speeches - there was still the long drive ahead before they'd be moving into action. As they moved around to board the landrover, he looked over as Jan spoke up.

[quote]"Scott, you can drive. I thought you'd like this car."[/quote]
"At least I got one nice thing for Christmas," he quipped back with a grin, settling into the drivers' side. He adjusted the seat and mirrors a little, before wedging his P-90 into the space between himself and the drivers' side door. The engine turned over on the first turn of the key, and he gave an appreciative smile at the result. "Good to know we're not likely to have any problems," he remarked. "Nothing could've been worse than if we'd set everything in motion only for the bloody car to break down halfway there".
He lead off, waving to the Medved driver to follow as he turned out onto the Autobahn. He drove sensibly; no use attracting undue attention to themselves. Being pulled over would cause them no end of problems at this point, and could scupper the mission before they even got near the bad guys. 
Miles rolled under the wheels with the radio blaring, and Scott found himself nodding his head and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. He glanced over at Jan, and into the rear view mirror to look at the others. The inside of the car was somewhat quiet, and he creased his brows into a brief frown as they rolled on. Eventually, he couldn't stand it anymore and broke the silence. 
"So, I was thinking," he began with a light tone in his voice as always. "If we 'ave to escape and lose ourselves, who wants to come wi' me to the Carribbean? Start a bar somewhere, live the quiet life on those white sandy beaches... Could be a nice change of pace", he gave an amused sidelong glance at Jan, hoping to lighten the mood with some dark humour. The radio ticked over to the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJDnJ0vXUgw]next song[/url], and Scott raised his eyebrows, nodding his head in time with the beat and mouthing the lyrics. 
Whoever the DJ was on the station, he must have telepathically dialled into the moment.