Raider's appearance, the bickering, the informing, and of course, the degrading made for a good ol' time. Sparrow chuckled a bit as the newcomer waltzed in and made the room his own, and she rubbed her hands together. She swiftly brought a finger up as she initiated the projected screen interface, clicking on a screen that only she could see with her fingers. To some they would have thought she was crazy, but to her, it was work. Navigating the lists and windows of information, she let out a low hiss as she acknowledged, saved, and sent the files she needed for later. Sending out a signal for the squad cars, she finished up her preparations, already in her garb.
As Echo spoke with baffled words Sparrow clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Yeah, but he ain't really followin' the rules here. Don't worry, as long as we're here, we'll keep your identity below radar. Th' Headmaster an' I got tight security over that sort." She smiled at him as she wound her arms about, feeling them warmly slink in their sockets. She triggered the energies, their sparked reaction and reversion to stasis causing her arms to emanate with a welcoming light. Crossing her arms she turned to look now at those who were under her wing.
Already she felt the nervous energy of those who were to be in her team, and with the snap of her fingers all the systems, files, and workings of her own information interface went offline. Most if not all those in her team were taller than her, but she pushed down her want to stomp about it. Designated leader she knew she had to have a steel face. But it didn't mean she wasn't going to let them choke from the seriousness.
"I'm Leader, but that dun mean I'm yer mom. Supersonic. Trash. My gut's hintin', but I ain't saying till we get to the scene. Artifice. Echo. Hyperion Phantom Touch. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" She chuckled, her calm laughter daunting to the unexpected. She twisted about and strode forth, waving them to follow suit.
Heavy and strong, built to drive, they rode the reinforced van with undisclosed knowledge. Sparrow whistled briefly and tossed a tiny button that could be attached to the skin to each person in the car, clicking the ear cuff of her visor. "Keep 'em on ya at all times. This is my way of trackin' ya, knowin' where yer at, an' my way of conductin' y'all about. Y'all can hear jus' fine with 'em on, but know that it's also keepin' track of fluctuations with yer heart, yer temperature, an' anything else that'll be a telltale sign of danger. Don't worry Artifice, had one customized for ya. Had an ol' alien friend who made lots of cold, an' it can withstand jus' that. But each of yers will notify me via here," she clicked her visor, "I'm yer communication tower 'ere."
Slowly her arms began to hum ominously, and she clicked her fingers together, each time causing a strange echo with their eerie clicks. "Stay together. As yer guardians I dun want this mission to cost ya anythin' precious to ya. Until we get more data it's stupid to run headfirst. I got lowdowns of yer abilities an' powers, an' upon acquirin' details of the mission will split us up based on it. Defy my orders an' you better expect somethin' fierce returnin' back. Be smart an' you won't get hurt too bad."
Their vehicle came to a stop, and Sparrow gripped the latch hard, before pushing and opening it. Jumping out she spotted the familiar face and nodded to him. "Any new data on the situation Swift? Or do I gotta hack about for ya?"
Enough with the tomfoolery: it's time to play.