One of the Russian leader's subordinates, a man with short trimmed black hair and slight stubble on his chin caught the the bracer out of the air. He focused on the runic words written on its golden surface. He chuckled softly to himself, nodding as if he was thinking deeply about what he was seeing before raising his head.
However when he did so his form shimmered. The clean cut Russian soldier disappeared, his face melting into oblivion to reveal it was nothing more than an illusion. In his place stood Loki, with the same pale blue skin and regal golden horns sprouting from his forehead.
Yet it seems that the man in question did not notice his transformation. As when he spoke, it was not with the voice he had used when they previously met him. Instead it was with a thick Russian accent.
"Yes, Everything seems right. He has directed us to the place the device shows. But It must be a trick to trap us! Why else would be bring us here and... Why are you staring?"
