Re: [En route: Janus, Steve, Atticus]
"Her name's Cat," Steve said as a helpful addendum to the description of the woman, his eyes on Janus. It was bizarre to see... Cat, but to know it wasn't her, to see the edges of the reflection and reality where they slipped and skimmed, like molting skin. Janus didn't move like Cat did. Not exactly. Her voice was right, but the accent, the cadence was wrong. It was like the right skin on the wrong bones, and it was mildly disconcerting when Steve's brain forgot who he was looking at. He'd get used to it, sure, but he hadn't. Not yet. Steve let his gaze drop to where Janus arched her foot in her boot, then he looked to Atticus. He hadn't exactly forgotten that the man could only see Janus one way, but he hadn't remembered either. It would be confusing, especially to the wolf's keen senses, or so he assumed. To Atticus' eyes: the right bones, but, this time, the wrong skin. Something like that. It wasn't a perfect analogy. "She's actually in her 40s, but something happened to her." Steve didn't know if either men knew that, but he shared it. It wasn't exactly his business to spread, he knew, but he trusted Janus and Atticus both to keep it to themselves. If he was the type of man to blame his actions on things, Steve could've named his uncharacteristic exhaustion for the slip, but he wasn't that type of man. Still, he was as glad for the damn coffee as he was for the company, even if his body would metabolize the caffeine like it was nothing. The taste was enough for now.
It took some time for the sluggish, seldom-used engine of his strategic mind to heat back up and get moving. Luckily, the man's photographic memory was still in perfect order. Steve looked to Atticus when the other man sat forward, curious to know more about the people they were (likely) going to be up against. "I was told there are individuals with myriad 'extranormal abilities,' including, but not limited to, 'flight, enhanced strength, enhanced reflexes, biochemical weapons, channeled fire and electricity, and material phasing.' They're part of a terror group called Wildfire." He rubbed at the bristles on his chin. "No trials," he answered of the prison. "I looked into it periodically. At least nothing in the public records. As if people, those with 'extranormal abilities,' aren't due due process. I don't doubt it's being done in the name of 'security.'" The Captain, of course, had a lot of opinions about that. But, Steve kept them mostly to himself. Janus started on strategy, so he followed the topic.
He sat up in the too-tight chair to fetch his phone from his pocket. He flicked past screens until he found the conversation, screenshotted, he wanted. He passed the phone to Janus. Then, depending on if Janus passed the thing then to Atticus, Steve either did that or sat, hands across his stomach, elbows on the arm rests, as both of his friends read. "That's the information I have." He shook his head a little. "I should've shared it sooner. Sorry." He looked at Janus and Atticus. "I'll go in. I'm not going to ask either of you to do that unless you want to. What I will ask for help with, well, Atticus has already provided. The house,—" He gestured to the cabin around them. "—the plane. Janus, I managed to get some fingerprints from when Teddy was over that I think you can use to find him. Anything else, ...like I said, your choice."