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Agathe looked at Jaque, turning towards her and asking. "You ready, da?" Although he was German, he had a strong Russian accent, being born and raised in Siberia. He looked at her, noticing her equipment all around and smirked. "We head out after a couple clicks, comrade. Be ready." With that, he stooped back into the back of the truck, looking at the rest of his members. "Alright, so here's what we do." Grant began. "Aidid fled from Somalia to Poland, we don't know why. There are heavy guarded areas around here so be careful. Any signs of our cover blown you report them, get it?" He nodded his head, seeing grant peek into the upper half of the truck. "Alright!?" He peeked back to Agathe, seeing it he was the most important of the four members. "You get in that apartment asap and fire when I tell your ass to, Ja?" He looked at Agathe with a cold look, but he paid no mind. "Da, commander." He nodded and looked behind him at the road they had traveled, sheathing his knife and gripping onto his revolver in his holster.