Choppy seas and a small inflatable boat made for a rough ride, but Mischief did not complain until they started heading west towards the Faronaki Peninsular. As far as he knew, their job was to just eliminate the submarine as a threat and nothing more. He furrowed his brow but kept his mouth shut. Perhaps Huscarl had received information that was not supposed to be shared even among the squad until the very last minute. Maybe Huscarl was just receiving information and they would be briefed once they arrived at wherever they were going to. Mischief just hoped it was not going to be another locate-and-destroy mission; he was running low on explosives and whatever he had left was soaked from his little dive.

Mischief kept his mouth shut, even as Praetorian questioned their reason for being on the Peninsular. The two men Huscarl approached looked to be on friendly terms with him, and that at least allowed Mischief the luxury of letting his guard down ever so slightly. Still, he kept a hand close to the grip of his rifle and his eyes scanning the area around them. However, when Huscarl passed the information Athena had acquired to the two insurgents, Mischief felt the need to voice his concerns. However, as no one else seemed to be questioning this move, Mischief kept his thought to himself. Perhaps his late arrival had meant that he had missed something. Maybe this was all part of the mission and it had just slipped Huscarl's mind to inform him.

Mischief was so convinced of that that he did not even raise his concerns when Huscarl had the rest of the team wait outside the cabin.

Then, Praetorian spoke up, shattering any illusion of Mischief's that he was simply missing something. "I do not know either. I was under the impression that my late arrival meant that I missed something?" He said. Now he was beginning to get suspicious; as odd as it may have sounded, Mischief disliked cloak-and-dagger matters despite having been int he 601st. He was perfectly fine with just running in with guns blazing to get the job done, but there was something about subterfuge that left a bad taste in his mouth and a bad feeling in his stomach.

Huscarl soon exited the cabin and explained the situation to the squad. Apparently the CSAT and AAF forces had some form of superweapon that needed to be taken care of, and when it came to that, it would be them who would be carrying out the mission. There was something about the way Huscarl had said it that rubbed Mischief the wrong way; he was familiar with the vague-but-specific manner Huscarl had used when explaining the situation. There was something that Huscarl was deliberately keeping from the squad, but Mischief decided not to question him. There would be time for that later. For now, he just wanted to get back to base without any further hiccups.