Valentin gave another nod before saluting Vlad and turning to the other guards that entered the room. "Davidson you shall accompany me!" He said in a commanding voice, his Russian accent thickening for a moment. A man with dark brown skin, a muscular fit build, deep green eyes, a black 5'oclock shadow and buzz cut, and one clean scar running down his right cheek stepped forward and saluted Valentin before saying in a deep voice stern voice that almost matched Valentin's. "Aye sir!" Though Davidson wasn't genetically altered like the subjects or even Valentin the man was still a person to be reckoned with having spent years as a U.S ranger before being discharged for taking bribes, not to mentioned the man's steroid use. The two dishonored soldiers ushered the subjects into the elevator then the plane, making sure everyone was on board before boarding themselves. Davidson made his way to the very back of the jet, keeping his rifle on hand, while Valentin went to the front. They wanted to make sure they had both ends covered in case the subjects tried anything. Having made sure everyone was on board and seated Valentin then gave three hard knocks on the door to the jet's cockpit with the back of his fist, singling the pilot it was time for take off.
Marshall had followed the others, still fiddling with the collar on his neck as he did so. It wasn't the fact that there was a bomb on his neck that upset him it was the fact that he didn't know how it worked. His mind had cleared from the pain killers and back to it's near super computer self again. His hands ran over the collar again and again as he tried to figure out how and what it was made of. "This is going to drive me mad!" He said as he took a seat and buckled himself in. "Oh and incase of this thing falling out of the sky I hope you guys know how to fly."