John watched the faces of his new colleagues as their handler briefed them. Over all they seemed like a well accomplished group of citizens fallen on hard times; the perfect cover for their job. Everyone in the group seemed to have held a decent job in their civilian days...well everyone but the woman who stood off to Bishop's left. The redhead looked like some goth punk druggie to John. Now he wasn't an expert, but their civilian jobs often reflected who they were as people and what their roles to play were and if John hadn't heard the words from his handler's mouth, he wouldn't have believed that this woman was one of them. And if everyone within the group was to get along without complications, he really hoped she wasn't a druggie. 

Turning away from the Redhead, he faced the new speaker. Red. Hmm, a good enough handle, John mused. Heavy weapons and comms. Contrary to popular belief heavy weapons and demo don't always go hand in hand, and Bishop wasn't going to complain because 1) he was their demo guy from the looks of things and 2) the man sure seemed to know how to use his tech. They hadn't even been on the job five minutes and Red was hacking into the camera systems...And from this distance too. That much alone gave Red John's respect. 

It was this final reality that they were finally going on a mission that executed the last of John's internal civilian facade. The flood gates had opened and the cold man inside was rushing to take over. The new change in demeanor would almost have been obvious if John didn't have total control over his face and posture, no the former fighter may have become the heartless man on the inside, but his exterior hadn't changed one bit. 

"Rook or Winterborne" Bishop said to the team. "Demo and....Persuasion," he said after a pause. 'Don't know for sure yet, but I don't think there will be too much of a need for demo on this mission, but who knows,' he thought about saying, but decided he would just leave it at what he had said.