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At the first sounds of a scuffle, Sean drew a gigantic trench knife from his belt and laid it on the seat next to him. The blade was blackened and wickedly sharp, and it had saved Sean's life at least once before. With the blade out, Sean bent back to loading his shotgun, the steady click-clak echoing loudly throughout the plane and grating on the nerves of the stewardesses.

When the last clip was loaded, Sean reached into one of his bags and began to attach the various accessories he had found or made himself. When he was finished, the matte black shotgun was heavy with the threat of imminent violence. Under the squat, wide barrel hung a modified grenade launcher, and a pair of bayonets angled out from the nose of the gun. Sean quickly flicked through the sight settings, and nodded, satisfied as the plane interior was shown in night vision, infrared, and normal settings. Lastly, he slotted on a new stock, this one with spikes protruding from the bottom and sides for melee attacks. Sean replaced everything in his bags with an evil and excited grin, removing a pack of cards and beginning to run through complex trick shuffles.

Kaedai continued walking along the aisle, pacing and getting ready for the mission ahead. There were a lot of loose variables that he, nor anyone else, could predict. Anything and everything could ruin the mission and get both the President, and many innocent civilians killed. He stopped pacing and leaned on the luggage rack halfway down the aisle. "We haven't formally introduced ourselves. Since we will be working together, I think the time is now to do so." He paused and took a breath. "Major Kaedai Mikailo, known as Angel. Bravo Leader and Spec. Ops. specialist."

He woke up from a pleasant dream to hear a man address himself. He yawned and stayed sat in his seat.
"Whooo sorry Boss. But you look quite young to be a Major..? How long you been in the service? Since you could walk?" he asked sarcastically , cracking a smile. He stretched his arms and legs and stood up , feeling the numbness of his legs. He scrunched his face up and spun his head and neck in a circular motion. He stood up and put on a mocking voice.
"Oh and I'm Major Clint Barnes , Alpha team leader comic extraordinaire." he grinned then sat back down , itching his elbow. He might aswell lighten the situation. They were ,after all ,possibly going to their deaths. He stood up and quietly walked to the back of the aircraft and poured a plastic cup of water from the dispenser. He returned to his seat and noticed a few people staring at him.
"What..? What's wrong..?" he asked , slightly confused...

Kaedai smiled and shook his head. "Nothing..." He had to admit, he was young for a Major. 'But that comes with being so damn good.' Kaedai thought to himself, and smirked. He had been a Rainbow since...17? No, 18. He enlisted right out of Baird College, one of the "Early" colleges. It was for kids who had above-average intelligence and could graduate High School early. He graduated High School after sophomore year, and graduated college two years later. The military took him in and taught him the ropes, but then Rainbow got ahold of him. From there, he went almost straight to the top. Kaedai shook his head, and looked to the man that Mirror was sitting with, the one who had gotten hit. "And you?" Remembering a movie from a long time ago, he stood straight and looked him fiercly in the eye. "What's your excuse?!"

Mirror knew he was talking to Death, so she decided to answer for him. "Aww he's just sour that I'm prettier than him!" She stood up and turned arond in her seat to face them, batting her eyelashes excessively and playing with her hair. Getting up then walking back to her seat she grabbed her tactial armour vest, quickly pulling it on. She sat down and put her seat belt on, bracing for the landing.

Kaedai smiled and laughed. He hadn't laughed this much in...ages it seemed. Back in England, it was always strict rules and responsibilities. But here, with these two squads, he was finally back home. Turneing to Kiidaa, he smirked and furrowed a brow. "And what about you? We were never fully introduced." He smiled again and took a step closer, still hanging onto the luggage rack as they were landing. Outside, he could hear the tires hit the tarmac, and the brakes start to engage. They would be offloading soon onto the base, and onto their new command post.

She smiled at him. "Alright friends listen up, Im only going to say this once. Name is Kiidaa Blanven, but I prefer to be called Mirror. Sergeant Major. Im support and recon. My specialty is front line assualts. I like candle light dinners and long walks on the beach." Grinning she she felt the plane shake as it came to a landing, then finally slowed and started to stop.

Kaedai smiled wide and looked at Kiidaa as she said who she was. She looked young to be a Sergeant Major, but he was extremely young to be a Major, so he didn't let it bother him. "Long walks, eh? Want to come with me to Miami after this is all over?" He smirked and winked at her, before looking at the cockpit. He could see out of the front window that they were pulling into the terminal, and moved to grab his things.

"Miami huh? If you pay for the dinner then I'll be there." She giggled and stood up, grabbing her backpack then pulling it on. Looking out he window she thought. So were all off to go and defeat terrorists to save the entire world? With the distinct possibility that we are prety much all going to die trying? We arent paid enough for this job.

Kaedai picked up his duffle bags, donned his tactical backpack, and looked at Kiidaa. "Then it's a date. Don't forget, ok?" He smiled and winked at her, then turned to Clint. "Ready to go, sir?" He nodded to the man, then looked out into the cockpit, staring through the windows. They were still rolling on the tarmac, but were nearing the terminals. Thinking of rolling, he remembered a song. An old one, again. He started singing, his deep voice rumbling through him once more. "Rollin', rollin', rollin'..."

Sean grinned, flicking the match out of his mouth and striking it on a seat. as the flare of light caught everyone's attention, he spoke. "Why pay for dinner, when I'll cook? First Lieutenant Sean Hannover. Overkill, Over, or OK to anyone that's gonna watch my back." He blew out the match and placed a new one in his mouth, reaching into a bag and hauling out a vest bulging with high explosives. slipping on the vest, Sean continued as he rummaged in the second bag. "I'm your Demoman and Heavy Gunner, and I'm the best." Two bandoleers of grenades were extracted from the new bag, which were slung around Sean's shoulders. A gigantic ammo belt with many drum clips attached to it followed the bandoleers, and was also strapped on. Sean had a wide grin on his face as he shook himself to settle his equipment and strapped on his shotgun (first sheathing the bayonets). Over the deadly ensemble was thrown a shapeless poncho, masking the fact that he was carrying anything at all. Sean gathered his bags, easily riding the bumps and jolts of the plane. Whistling to himself, he winked at the group. "Looks like we're here! everyone be careful when going through customs, and watch the metal detectors!"

She laughed aloud. "Cook huh? I dont know, sounds pretty close to me!" She smirked again and made sure her vest was secure, then continued to speak. "Guess your both going to have a duel to the death to see which one gets me!" She double checked to make sure her rifle was secure then walked down past a few seats of the aisle of the plane.

Dave had stood up and was shaking slightly from the landing. He walked to the back of the plane and grabbed his rucksack. He forgot about the laptop in the plane and carried on going towards the exit. He wasnt much of a talker and decided he wouldnt introduce himself because they did not deserve it. After all he didnt have to like them he just had to work with them. He walked down the steps off the plane and took a deep breath tasting the air and walking towards a small coach waiting for them. He climbed into the bus and waited for the others to catch up.

Kaedai smiled and winked at Kiidaa. "Should we have a Tug-Of-War?" Smirking, Kaedai disembarked after another man into the broad daylight. There was a breeze blowing, and the air was fresh. Shifting the backpacks on his back, Kaedai stood to the side of the loading stairs to wait for the others. It was warm outside but, despite all of the black he was wearing, not to mention his armor, he was actually quiet comfortable. He looked to the small bus that was waiting for them near the plane, watching the man who had shouted earlier get on. He did not look happy, but Kaedai ignored the feeling in his gut. Looking up to the sky, Kaedai put on his tactical sunglasses and straightened his military cap. The sunglasses, he just now realized, were his only pair. Smiling to himself, Kaedai looked back to the dark entrance of the plane, waiting.

He bolted upright when the plane had stopped. He had no belongings apart from a pair of tactical shades he had in his breast pocket. He reached for them , flipped them out and placed them over his eyes. He stretched out again and felt a cramp in his left thigh. He keeled over slightly and shook it off as he straightened himself out. He walked past an American man in a suave grey suit ,in silence who had been standing to greet the team. He carried on walking exercising his knuckles and fingers , down the small runway to notice a small block of buildings. He looked up to see a large metal Rainbow logo on what appeared to be the main building. He walked through the automatic doors and stopped as he received a laser scan. A bleep recognized him as an operative and he carried on into a large white-washed room. He carried on walking through the familiar halls and came to a large-ish room with a few couches sparsely populating the room. It was fairly drab. On a sand coloured sign on the wall was written 'Rec Room'. He slumped down on a couch and rubbed his forehead with his hands. He had a bad feeling about tomorrow night.
"Ohhh....guess it's good to be back..." he mumbled to himself....

Getting off the plane she groaned when she saw the bus. "Damn, Im going to be sitting on my ass again!" She laughed aloud. "And tug-o-war would be a terrible idea, it might mess up my hair!" She turned and caught up with a man in the front who wanted the laptop earlier. He seemed by himself so she jogged really quick to catch up. "So my computer loving friend, you've been too quiet this entire journey. That is unacceptable! We must talk and reminise immediatley!" She grinned at him, hoping he would open up a little.

Dave had started to relax when someone had distracted him. He opend an eye and looked at the man and his family behind him realising they were asian. He shook his head in disbeleif "I am sorry i umm wrong bus yeah" He said as he got up and walked off and towards were a large building with the rainbow logo on. "I must be half asleep" He gorwled out and strode over to the doors and through them. He stopped as he saw a red light start at the roof and moved down slowly scanning him as it passed over him. A loud hissing noise erupted from the doors infront of him as they opend. This was his first time in the US rainbow base and Dave wonderd around aimlessly untill he saw Clint enter a room and he followed quickly. He pushed the door open and waled in scaning the room for cameras. He caught site of one and smiled to himself as he noticed a bed in the corner of the room. He walked over and dropped his bag slumping into the bed.

((Nice save rofl))

Watching Dave run back off the bus she laughed. Turning on her heel she followed him back to where Clint had gone, grabbing Angel by his wrist and pulling him with her. The little red light did a scan and bingo, they were in. As she strode in she looked around. "Well, after an eight hour fligh is anyone else starving?"

Kaedai followed hastily behind Kiidaa to avoid tripping, soon regaining his balance. He smirked and followed along, still being held by the wrist. When they got the the security check, they scanned him and let him in, and he followed Kiidaa. It had been a long time since he had been here, the walls looked different. Or maybe it was just his memory fading. Either way, he came upon what looked like a small lounge room, and entered after Kiidaa. Kaedai smiled when she spoke, but then realized the hunger gnawing mercilessly at his stomach. "Oof...I'm starving. Where's the pizza?" He smirked and walked to a little refrigerator in the corner, pulling out two bottles of water and sat on the couch with them. "So, when do we get suited up?"

"Suited up..? Not till tomorrow night. You may be a one man army but you got another plane ride to go through. You're Bravo right?" Clint asked , with a confused glance , followed by a nod from Kaedai.
"I believe you're heading down to Washington tomorrow. Alpha's on the New York job mate. We'll be heading to the DZ tomorrow night presumably. Just basically gotta try relax tonight..." he said , in a muffled, quiet voice. He sat and folded his arms. He wasn't up for talking too much tonight. He pulled off his shades and slipped them back into his pocket before walking over to the fridge and collecting himself a bottle of water.
"How long does it take to get off a bloody plane these days..?" he asked , with a slight grin , turning to watch the door...