Jean had found a seat and taken it, and now he was sitting very uncomfortably, and went through his training and other things in his mind. He was casually filling his few spare magazines, and Jean's eyes were looking slightly downwards, paying not too much attention at anything. [i]I have fifty rounds of ammunition. Cartridge is 7.62 millimeters wide and 39 millimeters long. Suited for hunting the most dangerous prey in Europe at the ranges up to four hundred meters. But I can't be all business, can I?.[/i]

Jean took again a glance around him. The others had started to talk about their powers and histories, but Jean hadn't told them a thing about his. [i]Perhaps it's time.[/i]

Jean rose to stand, thinking a second on his words and started to speak to the group. "I don't know if you have been wondering on what is my ability, but here it is."

He started to adapt to the texture of the flight compartment. It took a while, but little by little, his skin, uniform and other equipment were very similar to the walls, the floor and the ceiling of the compartment. Jean felt a slight tingling all around his body, and the air slightly vibrated around his figure. Jean started to walk in the compartment, continuing to speak.

"As you might see, I am a chameleon in human form. During the invasion, I made a habit for myself of sneaking behind the German lines and sniping officers and other important people, and they never saw it coming. Once even had a chance to take at the famed General Rommel, but he got lucky that time.

"About a year ago, I left France when the Brits bailed out of Dunkirk. For the past year, I've been training for this day. And from now on, I'll go by the name of Louis Cambronne."

Jean started to shift back into his normal, more visible self. He walked back to his seat, feeling a bit tired, as always after using his ability.