"I know," he said, rising to his feet and putting the photo back into his wallet. An apology didn't really help the situation much. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms again. "But I've got undercover agents you put in jeopardy," he grumbled, not ready to let her off the hook completely. She's been undercover, she ought to understand the danger. The fear of having your cover blown, your life on the line. "I've had the MWR assholes infiltrated since we got up here. That's how I knew it wasn't the group that broke into your place. Also how I'm gonna know where Katya ends up. Brotherhood took your kid, and offered relocation to mutants who wanted to go where ever the fuck Magneto is now. One of my people went, and he'll be in contact, and we'll get her back." The operation had taken a long time, careful planning, and as with any secret spy mission only a few people knew about it. It was safer that way, for everyone involved. He didn't think Wicked's actions today would get his agents discovered, but he did know now that any chance they had at being a voice of reason or sabotage was gone. They would have to go along with whatever the MWR concocted, if only to keep themselves alive and the integrity of the mission intact.