Brandt landed on the floor of the train car with a thud. The lights came on and he blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted. He stood up slowly. She was the first thing that caught his attention. Her jaw firmly set and a gun pointed right at him. He wanted to smile—to at least say hello and introduce himself, but no words came to him. Hunt introduced her and the other man in the room. Carter—her name was Carter. Last name, no doubt. He watched her lower the gun and turn away from him. Suddenly, he wished he did not look like a drowned cat coming in from the rain.

Agent Dunn handed him a towel. He took it gratefully as he tried to make the best of his appearance. A video played in the background and a mad man rambled on about nuclear war and the end of the world. Brandt, however, could not take his eyes off Agent Carter. She watched the screen and he took the opportunity to move in a little closer—besides he could see the screen better from her corner of the car.

He walked past her, moving to lean against the wall beside her and nearly jumped out of his skin as a panel slid open behind him. Brandt barely held back a list of expletives. She had noticed. Of course, she had noticed. How could she not have? Folding his arms he decided to return to his original position, spare himself any more embarrassment and actually pay attention to what Hunt was saying.

"The Secretary is dead," Hunt said to the team and the reality of his death hit Brandt. He had worked with the Secretary for a few years now. He had been a good politician and a great man. Brandt frowned as he thought of his family, who by now had no doubt been informed of their loss.

Hunt continued to speak and Brandt slowly forced his mind away from thoughts of the Secretary's family and back to the topic at hand.

They were on their own now Hunt had explained, and if they wanted out they were to speak now or forever hold their peace…more or less. Brandt took a breath to speak—not to ask out—no, but to ask a question. However, the look on Hunt's face silenced him and he simply nodded to indicate that he was in.

He listened as Hunt explained their mission, which in Brandt's view had a few loopholes. For starters, how were they expecting this man, Wistrom, to lead them to Hendricks if he did not have the codes? He said as much earning him a frown and a curt response from Agent Carter. Damn, even when she frowned she was beautiful.

Hunt continued to lay out their mission. This time Brandt did pose his question, "And uh, how do you propose we snatch the codes form Moreau?"

"We take her out," Jane responded. There was something in the way she said that; something in her tone that struck him.

"Take her out, but discreetly," Benji added, almost as if to remove some of the tension that had filled the small car.

"Discreetly?" Brandt asked. How was that even possible? He watched her as she looked from Benji to Hunt when they called Moreau an asset. Her expression carried a mix of emotions. Anger and frustration. Hunt mentioned someone named Hanaway and he saw her grow tenser. So, the agent that had been killed—Hanaway—he had meant something to her. Brandt watched as she engaged in a silent battle with Hunt before she turned her head and Hunt ordered them to gather what they needed from the car. With one last look at her Brandt stood up and began to carry out Hunt's orders.

The train stopped a short time later. They managed to fill quite a few duffle bags—more than Hunt would have wanted, but Benji insisted on a number of electronics going with them.

Brandt and Agent Carter remained in the car and tossed the bags to Hunt and Benji below. He finally found his voice just as they finished up, "We were not properly introduced," he said.

"William Brandt," he extended a hand and watched her hesitate. She looked from his hand to his face before she accepted his handshake.

Her hands were soft, but the grasp was firm as she shook it, "Jane Carter. Welcome to the team, Brandt."

With a nod she dropped his hand and grabbed the last duffle bag. She jumped down from the car with ease. Brandt smiled to himself. Jane. Funny how she made even a simple name seem just that much more beautiful. He took a breath and followed her lead as he too jumped down from the car and headed off with the team.