Snippet #1915766

Peter frowned behind his mask at the man's demeanor. He did not enjoy the way the poised individual held himself; higher than everyone else. Perhaps the man was an agent of some sort, but why would that make him better than any other personnel at the lab? Carmine arrived soon though. Grand, yet another person that grated on Peter's nerves. She also seemed to harbor a slight grudge against the blonde man though. He grimaced when she brought up the accident at the lab, especially in front of this man, who he still didn't know the name of. He was embarrassed in front of someone who didn't already know him. The first impressions that could easily be gleaned from this, not the least of which was incompetence, sickened Peter to no end. He took solace only in the fact that such impressions were wrong, but it still infuriated him. First impressions were hard to rectify, especially when he was in such little contact with the impressioneers.
"No. . . I haven't assembled a team yet. I was going to use your very own Eyrik on said team though. Michael is an asset that must be captured efficiently or else we will never acquire him and the lab's database in his head will be gone forever." He paused and looked at Gabriel. "Have you any combat training?" He spoke as though speaking down to him. He did not know this man but Peter would not have the agent treating him as an inferior.
"If so, perhaps i could use you in retrieving Michael."