Marcus & Samuel

"I have to say, these few missions we've been on, I've been extremely impressed with your driving skills." Marcus says over his shoulder as he pulls a tight black graphic tshirt over his head, "At first I thought you'd just be another stereotypical Brazilian car guru like those fast and furious movies." he turns his head, giving Samuel a grin.

"Wow, racist much?" the Brazilian laughs at the Italian as he to is on his side of the room, standing in front of his dresser and fiddling through the contents of the top drawer, "Although keep up that attitude and maybe next time I'll leave you behind." he retorts, causing a few laughs from the older gentleman, "But seriously, thanks. You do pretty damn great work as well." Samuel turns around, looking at Marcus briefly.

"Was in covert ops for well over a decade now, training undercover for way too long, this stuff is second nature to me." he too turns his body, looks at Samuel and gives him a shrug, "Seems this team is coming along well enough. Impressively fast actually..."

"The best of the best..." Samuel takes three stainless steel rings, placing one on his thumb, one on his index finger and one on his middle finger. At the same time a golden chain with a cross extends from his grasp as he lifts his hands over his head and throws the necklace on.

"You love your bling." Marcus grunts, "Those rings on your hand even mean anything or are they just there to try to impress the ladies?"

With rings on his finger, a golden necklace draped across his chest, multiple piercings in his ears and tattoo's covering a good majority of his body, the Brazilian loves his style, "Hah!" Samuel steps forward and balls his fist up before extending his thumb out. With his other hand, he points his index finger at his extended thumb, pointing at the ring, "This one reminds me of my sister..." he folds his thumb in and extends his index finger, "This ring reminds me of the rest of my family..." he then folds in his index finger and raises his middle finger, "And this one..." he gives a mischievous grin as he holds his middle finger towards Marcus, essentially flicking him off, "Reminds me of your mother!"

"Oh fuck off, Sam!" Marcus rolls his eyes as a few laughs escape his mouth.

The two men step forward into one another, gripping a hand and giving a little shake, "You think Trish is gonna cook us up something spectacular again?"

"Let's hope so." Marcus rubs his stomach, "But man, the way she was speaking flawless Italian while she working that guard at the gates for this mission, pretending to be clueless and such a helpless tourist. She does it all..." he ponders slightly, "Cooks, great with her hands and can moan in how many different languages?" Marcus jests.

"And apparently according to her dossier is down for a little female on female action." Samuel gives a wink as he clicks his tongue twice, "Think she'd be up for two men at the same time?" he gives Marcus a slug in the shoulder.

Marcus purses his lips and shrugs back at his friend, "Time will tell! Either way, mission is done for the night and I'm starving, let's head to the kitchen."