He closed his eyes and jumped from his apartment directly to the Shaw place's grounds. He stood there for just a second, taking stock. He'd been here before. Now for the use of his secondary mutation. His eyes remained open, but didn't see. In his mind, he was flying above the Shaw residence, and he was looking at floor plans, taking away level by level until he found the place he wanted to teleport to. Perfect. His mind returned to normal, and he blinked twice, seeing the dark again. "Excellent," Jamie whispered, speaking in Greek. It was his first language, and the one he was most comfortable with. Although not the one he'd be speaking tonight. English. Always this bloody nasty English, the bastard, ugly child of Latin and German.
And now, for the final jump. He left his eyes open, using the recently gleaned knowledge of the layout to put himself right into Sebastian Shaw's lair. The appearance was as simple as "now I'm there, and now I'm not." If Sebastian blinked when Jamie appeared, he would miss the sudden appearance of a five-foot-eight Greek and Italian man. He popped in, gave Sebastian a rather nasty and calculating smile, and settled into a chair. "Good afternoon, Sebastian," Jamie said, going off of the knowledge Erik has provided him. Sebastian Shaw, the Black King. He'd provided all the information he had, and that was exactly what Jamie would be working off of. "Erik sent me to speak with you. Said something about you being just as good. A favorite lieutenant of his, or something." He pronounced lieutenant as lef-tenant, and spoke with a heavy accent. The speech pattern was consistent with a mix of Greece and Italy, and yet contained something else entirely. It was still, of course, comprehensible, or Erik would not have seen fit to drag Jamie in to see the man.
Really, Jamie had no interest in this Brotherhood nonsense. He was just chaotic neutral. He cared not who he killed, so long as he got to do it. This Brotherhood was not his place, and he would not be there for much longer. It would be his toy for a bit, and then it would outlive its usefulness and he would move on. Back to his employer, or perhaps to kill the man. Whatever his course, it would not be here with the Brotherhood for too terribly long. Just enough to get cozy, get some benefits, and move on. All in true Bellafonte form. Stay around, dally with the milkmaid, and then move on before you realize you had a son waiting back in Seidali. He shook himself lightly, almost imperceptibly, to clear away thoughts of his childhood, and added, "I'm Jamie Bellafonte, by the way." Because Jamie didn't put stock in those silly code names, and he never would. They were useless, and added an air to the mutants as if they were some fictional supercreatures, or government experiments gone wrong, or even strains of a disease. That was something Jamie would not sanction, and the only reason he had chosen "Psicopatico" was for its meaning.