It wasn't until they were out on the road that he'd speak up. Apparently Ghost wasn't coming with them this time, because Warpath obviously hadn't expected anyone else. Some of the tension in him had eased with each member who arrived, though. It wasn't that he had doubted they'd come, but more that the feel of their body language reassured him. This was a team who was capable of doing what was necessary.
When he did speak his voice was cool, empty. The working face he so often gave to those around him, though the people in the vehicle likely knew damn well there was some sort of emotion under it. Well, most of the time. "We're heading for the production and distribution center for the cure in New York City. There's enough explosive in the back to bring the place down, assuming we get the main load-bearing walls and the chemical storage areas. Once we arrive my contact will pull the fire alarm inside, which will mostly empty the place except for the crew checking to see if it's a real fire, and any stragglers. The guns in the back have silencers. Anyone who sees us doesn't live to report it. We're picking up a borrowed van about two miles from the target, and from that point out it's masks." It didn't seem to bother him that they'd be killing civilians. Warpath had done such things before, and he was sure at least one or two of the them with him had done it as well. "Questions or concerns?"