As the mechsuit detonated Johnny let out a loud holler of excitement completely unaware that he'd just taken a human life, the flame and the battery creating a bright fireworks display that lit up the room. Once the dust settled and the fight came to an end Molotov stood still for a moment generally glaring around the room. This had been the teams first mission and not only had they failed to capture the Royal Flush gang but now they were still subject to Luthor's rampant ego. Without a word Johnny stuck a flaming middle finger up at Luthor as he boarded the VTOL, he'd be back for him later. The transport was a complete mess, it was clear that taking Belle on missions wasn't just a danger to herself, it was a danger to the rest of the team as well.
Returning to headquarters Johnny just nodded at Quantum, he was an asshole, but at least he wasn't a stuck-up asshole. Back in his quarters Johnny stashed a few more cigarettes into his jacket. It was only now that Johnny came fully to terms with his actions on the mission, during the heat of the battle he had taken another life. Moltotov lingered in the center of his room for a moment coming to the conclusion that it was either the man or his teammates, the victim was just working for the wrong man, that'd be what Johnny would tell himself in the harsh nights to come. Johnny entered the meeting room a half finished cigarette hanging from his hand loosely just in time to watch the heated discussion. Molotov didn't like the sound of getting up at 6am to train but judging by the faces of his allies and the way he felt they were all too worn out to argue against it.
Concerning Belle, Johnny didn't particularly mind whether she trained with them, what he did take issue with was the idea that she be placed on the battlefield. "I gotta agree with houseplant here. Regardless of what baggage you carry Fenrir if anything happened to her in the field, it'd be on your hands."