Derek liked this plane. It felt and smelled like a military plane, even if he didn't understand all the things that got Callen's eyes to sparkle. He didn't understand about prototypes, but he understood about the lack of proper seats in place of more military ones. One small move and those two would end up chained to the chairs, but he could play nice.
He sat in front of them, rifle ready, waiting for the two to wake up. "Welcome back to the land of living." Catching them had been pretty easy. Talking to them was a bitch and he would have rather had anyone else do it, but he supposed this were the irritations that went with the rank.
"My name is Derek; that's Mike," he said, pointing to Renko. "You're Matthew Casey and Mike Weston, and you're both from a different dimension, much like me. I'm sure you're ready to tell me how crazy I am, but you arrived in Chicago and suddenly your entire squad was missing. You arrived in the middle of nowhere after having misplaced a car. Your phones weren't working, nothing was the way it was supposed to be, cars were different, plates were different, phone numbers were different, newspaper, money, and I can go on and on." Something he had no intention on doing.
"Geniuses in the group could explain this better, but I'm a soldier. Bottom line is the government fucked up some experiment and now people from different dimension get thrown here. The government doesn't like that because our arrival comes with superpowers and they want to kill use. We find new arrival, train them, and make sure they are ready when we're ready to go," he said. "Any questions?"