Zetsumi was only in his shirt and pant plus a base ball cap he wanted to fit his gear up so he went to the back of the plane. HE slipped on all his armor. He was a moving shiled of death pretty much. This was high grade military armor and it may have amde him slower than the rest but still he could take a shot then kick ass and chew bubble gum. He padded his pockets damn he was all out of bubble gum.

Running her fingers through her hair she looked over at the man shouting and yelling. She smirked, "Someone really loves their laptop eh?" Cracking her neck and knuckles, she then stretched out her shouders. "This is such a nice plan but I hate sitting on my ass for so long." Mirror complained.

Zetsumei was bored as hell. He finaly fitted his gear and tookit off. He went into the bath room. He took a glock in there. He just grabbed some ones random glock from the gear thing. He stuck a bar across the bathroom. He got up on that bar blind folded himself. Then he took apart and reassembled the gun five time for the hell of it.

Clint finished the last drop of his tea and crushed the paper cup in his hand. He popped it into the bin at the side of his seat then checked his watch. It was 7:22 pm British time so it was only 2:22 pm in New York. He covered his eyes with his hands and heard the woman talking. He looked over to her.
"Hate sitting on yer arse? You can come sit on my lap if you like..?" he laughed and patted his thigh before winking. It was unusual for him to be working with a woman. He usually worked with 3 other Men. In fact the only woman he had ever met working with Rainbow was an Intelligence Operative.
"So... whats your name then?" he asked , sitting up a little and folding his arms letting out a yawn in the process...

She smiled at him, "My name is Kiidaa, but call me Mirror." She was happy to atleast have someone to talk to now.

He messed up the glock once but was able to fix the last time he did it again but wasnt able to fix it. He came out of the bath room. "Okay whos glock is this?" He looked around.

She ignored the man for a minute and turned back to Clint. "So Major, whats your call name?" She straightened up in her seat, rubbing her stiff back.

"I'll call you Kiidaa...Call me old fashioned but Nicknames aren't my thing , even though some people insist on mine... Clint Barnes , but you probably already knew that heh" he smiled then tilted his head to look at the other man.
"Not mine mate , don't carry Glock 18's , besides , all my gear is in NYC." he shrugged at the fellow then turned back to the woman. Another awkward silence and the tapping of a keyboard was all that could be heard. He watched the 'laptop guy' for a minute or two then turned away. His ears had popped. Clint always hated that about planes. The pressure dropping and rising. He layed his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out...

She smirked at him. Strange guy he seemed, but pretty cool. Running her hair through her fingers again she stood half way up, trying to get feeling in her legs again. "That offer to sit in your lap still available?" She laughed, poking some fun at him.

"Well I screwed it up and sence no onewant to claim it I guess im not in trouble. He chuckled and went back to put it away. He walked back. He sat down in Kiidaa's seat. "Now what?" He smirked.

He smirked at her. He shut his eyes then opened one to see what she was doing.
"Well if you really want to , knock yaself out." he said , chuckling a little," But I'm heading back to sleep so..." he shrugged and shut his eye , trying to blank out the noise of that damned typing. He thought about being back home with his wife and his two sons. He smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep once again...

She laughed and turned around, only to see Zetsumei in her seat. "Huh, now I didn't leave you there." She crawled over him then landed in the seat next to him. "So my friend, whats your name?"

Dave looked up at the man who had spoken about the gun, he tilted his head for a moment and then saw the small tribal logo on the handle and jumped out of his seat and moved towards the man. "What the fuck have you done you prick" He shouted as he took the gun off him and punched the man in the face. He turned around and went back to his seat and sat down it again looking at the gun. He sighed and looked up "Fucking amatuer what do you think you are doing taking my weapons." He groweld before closing the laptop and placing the gun ontop of it. He took it apart and slowly started putting it together, his hand moved over to his back were he always carried a magazine for a just cause and slid it into the gun and then cocked it and stood up again walking towards the man. He stopped infront of him and held it up to the mans head. "You are lucky we are on a plane and if i shoot we all die so think yourself lucky this ounce" He growled before hitting the man with the but of his pistol and walking back to his seat.

((I put it back and am seating in Kiidaa's seat so yeah need to edit that. all i did was remove the trigger and hid it in the bath room lol))
"Well my call names death but my name is Zetsumei which in Japnese means death so its kind of aqward but i got the nick name because of the armor I wear an how many people I can take out." He smiled at her then looked at the man on the laptop.

"Gah dammit, no need to start a damn fight on the plane! Wait till' we get there!" Kiidaa called out to Dave then turned to Zetsumei. "And Death, you probably shouldn't have taken his gun. If it had been my gun I would have kicked your ass, so can't blame him." She smiled broadly at him, then stood halfway up.

"All I did was hide the trigger in the bath room. He's such a tighass mother fucker!" HE yelled and then he smiled at kiidaa.

He opened an eye. And yawned again.
"Hey , you , listen mate , would you mind keeping it down..?" Clint shifted in his seat , turning away from the rest of the people.
"Some people are trying to get some sleep..." Clint grumbled. He was having an awkward dream though. They were flying into New York and they arrived to find the Rainbow HQ destroyed and everyone killed. It made him shudder a little but he was soon back off into a sleep , trying to waste away the last couple of hours on the flight...

Dave edged up to the window and looked out at the city as it grew into site. He was happy that his group were mainly european some of these americans didnt make sense to him and put him on edge. A few minuites passed of nothingness before the plane had slowly made its descent towards the run way. The landings always messed around with his head and he sat back in his seat taking deep breaths trying to relax himself his hands gripping the armrests tightly.

Kaedai popped open one eye when the man started shouting, apparently at nothing. He slowly moved his hand to the pistol in his hip holster, but moved it back when the man sat down. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and righted his hat once more. Standing, he paced the floor once more, calming himself. This man obviously had a problem, and Kaedai wanted to watch him, just in case. Keeping careful not to look at the man directly, he continued to pace the floor, concentrating on the sound from him. Now was not a time to get into a shootout, but this man was a problem. One Kaedai was prepared to deal with, if necessary.

Mirror smirked at Zetsumei who was smiling at her still. Lowering her face down to his she was just a few inches away. "You know? If I were you, I would wipe that smart ass smile off your face before I wipe it off for you." She winked at him then stood up, letting herself past the man then down the aisle a few seats in front of him.