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Zetsumei could tell outto was ging to love it. He sighed as well. He love flying except he fact of take of and landing.

Waking up eventually the first thing she did was strech out like a cat. Cracking her neck she tried to blink away the bluriness. Feeling overheated she pulled off her tactical vest, underneath it was her black t-shirt. Pulling up her boot she double checked her laces. It was obvious Mirror was bored and was trying to find something to do.

Hey, leave me a spot in Bravo Squad. I'll be running a sniper as soon as I write the profile.

Zetsumei got up. "Hey mirror want some coffe?" He asked. HE was heading that way. Where they were going in six hours or so it would be morning.

(Heh. Come to join Death's Hand have you? Well, good! We are short on men. Oh, and is it ok if Bravo has a codename? Maybe not Death's Hand, but something...shadow-y...Like...Hm...Ghost! We could be Ghost Squad and Alpha could be...something. Just a suggestion. )

Kaedai awoke with an audible start. Breathing hard and sweating a bit, he checked his watch. Three hours in, five hours left. Great. Looking out of the window, he noticed the rain had stopped and the clouds were coming out. Sitting up straight, he looked over to Mirror. She was awake as well, but not many others were. He righted his hat and unclipped his belt, standing up. Stretching, he paced around the cabin a bit more, a bad habit of his.

((Yay for the newcomer. If Im right we still have room, so just fill out a character sheet and our kind friend Selik should add you in.))

"Coffee? Alright." She shifted in her seat a bit. She didnt quite like being pinned down by the seat belt but it felt better without her vest on. "Angel you okay? Your sort of...fidgety." She giggled and ran her fingers through her hair again.

Kaedai looked to Mirror for a second, then went back to his pacing. "Yeah..." His deep voice rumbled through him. "Just a bit..." Kaedai looked to the cockpit, and out of the window. "Distracted." He went back to his pacing. It helped him relieve stress, and get his mind off of his dreams. The doctors said this was normal, that it would fade with time. But something in him told him that this...scar, this memory, was permanent. He could never get the image of the faces out of his mind. Oh...the faces. Horrific, twisted monstrocities that used to be men, transformed by machinegun fire. He shuddered himself back to reality. Now was not the time to think about that.

She tilted her head perplexed by his behavior, but at the same time it was familar to her. He acts like I did when.... She stopped thinking about it immediatley. It wasnt her fault that Check died. "Distracted huh?" She stood up after unbuckling her seat belt and leaned over the seats, grabbing him by his shoulder then playfully pulled him back into a seat across from her almost making him trip down the narrow aisle. "Your making me nauseas watching you." Licking her lips she sat back down in her seat, leaving her seabelt off.

Kaedai almost jumped when Mirror touched his shoulder. That added to him almost falling when she pulled him back into a seat. He landed with a loud *Thump* and looked over to her, frowning, then smiling broadly. It wasn't normal behavior for him to play with, even talk to people outside of his squad and below him in the ranks. But he needed something to do in the plane, and Mirror was the closest thing to entertainment. "Then look out of the window." He smirked and stood back up, pacing again. He continued to watch Mirror though, and was prepared for another jump.

She laughed putting her feet on the seat next to her. Crossing her arms she winked at Angel then crossed her legs. Biting down on her knuckle she watched him, but then moved his hand from her mouth to speak. "Five more hours on the plane, and Im stuck with a bunch of men..." She smiled, "...but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kaedai laughed and smiled at her. "Especially such...dashing and handsome men as us, eh?" He grew tired of pacing and sat in the seat facing her, thinking. It was true, five more hours of...nothing. 'Good times...' He thought. Kaedai looked out the window at the passing clouds. They were still over the Atlantic heading west. He had forgotten how long and tedious intercontinental travel could be, he had been in England for the past year. But, it would be good to go back to the states, if only for awhile. Maybe get a real American Hamburger even. He smiled at the thought, it had been a long time since he had eaten a burger.

Kiidaa smiled. "Oh yes! Such dashing and handsome men!" She giggled teasingly. Looking around the plane again she actually didnt think that these men looked half bad. She had been in the millitary for some time now, and she had seen worse. She turned back to Kaedai and grinned.

((Sorry it took me so long to reply had to help cook dinner with my G-ma!))
He came back with the coffe. "Sorry it took so long." He smiled.

Kaedai smiled and laughed. As another man brought Mirror her coffee, he shifted in the seats so he took up both seats in the row and then some. Closing his eyes, he tried to go to sleep. Five hours was much longer then he'd like to spend awake. The gentle droning of the engines lulled him to sleep, and soon he was snoring softly. As he dozed away, the droning faded out into a gentle lullaby his mother sang to him when he was a small boy. He loved the melody, and thought of her every time he remembered it. Both of his parents had died in a car accident when he was 20, just as he was joining Rainbow. It had been a long, lonely year that year, but he got past it. 'What doesn't kill you...Makes you stronger.' He could hear his dad say. 'Remember that, son.'

He sat down acrossed the isle. HE was tiered he drank his coffe in one swing then put the cup in the cup holder across the little thing. He drifter into sleep.

About another three hours past, only two more left, one of the hours Mirror had slept away, the other she spent watching through the window outside. Turning back she saw all the men they were fast asleep. She stood up and shifted seats looking around. Crossing her arms she leaned backward and waited for one of them to wake.

(umm thanks for letting me have time to post you know....... i have to find a way of making a whole sixhours pass in one post.)

Dave had heard what Clint had said and he turned aroudd and walked towards the back of the plane in search of a laptop. He had been searching for a few minuites and then the plane had started to take off causing a heavy object to fall onto his head and knock him unconcious.

Eventualy he pushed himself off the floor and looked around the room for a laptop. He shouted to himself when he noticed it rite beside the door. He stumbled over to hit rubbung the back of his head with one hand and grabbing the laptop with the other. He moved towards one of the seats and let himself fall back into it. He clicked the laptop open and turned it on. The internet connection was enabled and he opend up a page and typed a code into the URL bar, the screen flashed twice and then pulsed off. "What the fuck is wrong with thos dodgy as fuck equipment!" he shouted and then calmed as the screen flickerd back on and he got back to getting diffrent building layouts for NYC

Clint opened an eye when he heard a man shouting. Then after a few seconds he lazily opened the other eye.
"Jesus Christ mate...whats going on? We bein' bombed?" Clint asked smugly , sitting up and stretching. He peered around the room. Most people were sleeping apart from the woman and the guy on the laptop.
He jerked his head left then right , cracking his neck. He lifted a hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes then his forehead. It was quiet. Apart from the un-nerving sound of fingers meeting a keyboard.
"Ohhh... I can't wait to get to New York... Rainbow HQ should have all my old equipment..." he sighed , not talking to anyone in particular , but loud enough so they could hear. He stood up and walked to the rear of the aircraft and into the lavatory. He returned a couple of minutes later and sat back down staring out of the windows. He lifted a hand and called over an air hostess.
"Alright love , Mind getting me a cup o' tea please? Thank you" he asked , flashing a sheepish smile as she turned and fetched a cup of tea. He took the drink off her and sat there sipping it now and then.
"Nothin' beats a good ol' cuppa..." he smiled , taking another long sip...

(Hey guys, I'll post this afternoon around 2. I have Driver's Ed -.-. Oh, and sorry Haska. )

Sean sat in the front of the plane, cleaning his shotgun and loading a new type of ammo into several clips. Recently he had hit on a recipe for explosive slugs, and was eager to try it out. for not, he sat quietly, calming himself with the steady, ominous click-clak as each shell was slotted into place.