Kurt listened to the conversations, nodding towards Gi as he introduced himself. He was about to tell him his name when Lance made a comment about the banana. The shark-man snorted impulsively, coughing to regain his composure. He didn't mean to make fun of the kid at all; no, he was just amused that the kid was almost as inexperienced as himself. Though, Kurt actually knew what sex was, and knew how it worked, what it did… His face heated up and he took a sip of the bottle. 


“Out of all of those…” He didn't really read the board yet, but judging by the words of his comrades, the second one sounded interesting to him. “My vote’s on the second one. I mean, killing a military official is difficult, but if he owns a large industry? That could cause trouble for us; more people would want to hunt is down that were in the military…” He shook his head. “I definitely don't like the idea of brainwashing, not at all. I'd rather kill a hero than brainwash them.” Staring at the three presents he tensed. “Um… How about that car one? The suitcase and crate could be bombs, but the big one might not… Though, if it is, that is one hell of a bomb.” He grinned toothy, only to realize that his words went unnoticed.


The alert shocked the male, causing him to jump out of his seat. “A hero and police? Better go-” He tried to stand up, but the wounds he still had from the last fight stung badly. He rested a hand not the arm of the couch, smirking to himself. “Well, sorry guys… Guess I'll have to sit out on this one.” He then limped off somewhere while they fought. 




Later…




“Are they still fighting?” Kurt seemed to mutter under his breath, walking into the lounge. His clothes were soaking wet, and he smelled bitterly of a mix of salt water a dead fish. His wounds seemed better, though; just a few shallow cuts and some bandages around his leg, but he was mostly fine. Blood gleamed on his lips as he sat down on the floor, intently watching the screen. “I hope they're alright… Don't want them getting too beat up.” 


Ryu’s question confused him. A bomb? Another bomb? He couldn't be serious. “Great. So this whole time we’ll be dealing with bombs a lot.” He didn't particularly like machinery after that robot fight. “I could try with the bomb. I once had a friend who was great at those kinds of things; I'm sure I picked up something from a long time ago.”