[B]On the way to the Hanger[/B]
[B]Executive Branch HQ[/B]
[B]Mount Rushmore, South Dakota[/B]

 The Ural Mountains. Lincoln kept mulling the information FDR gave to the group of agents around in his head. The sound of his boots echoing through the halls once again brought about a clearer sense of thought, which turned to his partner for this mission. Mr. Grant, the superhuman powerhouse seemed to overshadow Lincoln as he slid his hands over the two one-handed axes on either hip and knowledge of his familiar oak handled "battle ax", as he called it, he was confidant that he could hold his own in the field. 

 
 As the plane came into view Lincoln couldn't help but marvel in the sheer technological masterpieces that have evolved from the minds of great men. He made a mental note to pick the brains of the Wright brothers once their missions was complete. As Lincoln made his way into the carrier he saw Mr. Grant sitting in the back going over the information that FDR had given. Taking his place beside the powerhouse Lincoln thought it best to get to know his partner.

 "Hello there Mr. Grant"