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So cold. Even if they were safely entrapped inside, Sari couldn't help but shiver. Just the thought of Artic air was enough to make her want to bury herself in her parka and three-layer tights/sweatpants. She glanced at her team members and frowned. And they are, too, She thought, letting her eyes rove over them.

The tall, muscled man with pretty eyes and the most interestingly colored hair that Sari had seen in a while - which was saying something, considering Anemone was her sister - he was very handsome but - it seemed that Anemone had her eye set on him, if she could tell anything based on the gleam in Anemone's eyes - and the not-so-subtle staring as well.

Seated close to him was 'the ice-queen' as Sari was quickly beginning to call her. There was something about her eyes - something about the way that she sat - very distant, as if she'd prefer to avoid all contact. Sari had met people like her before - cold people. Dead people. They were never worth associating with. All dark and negative - nothing to contribute, and everything she'd said just bouncing back to her. It wasn't as if they were harmful in anyway - just boring.

And Sari didn't like boring.

Her gaze moved on - more quiet, calm people - two guys, one of them blonde, the other dressed completely in black. Sari wasn't sure what her opinion was of either of them, although she noted that the had very nice eyes - she was sure that she'd get to know him better soon.

As her eyes started to travel again, the door to the cockpit slid open, and the tall muscled man stood up as the major walked in. Sari looked at him - he cut an imposing image and had a very attractive voice - not attractive in the 'beautiful' department, but attractive in that it drew Sari in, made her want to listen, even though she knew that the words were fairly useless. He was here to lecture - to talk about how this was a dangerous mission, be careful, give them basic, general instructions that they'd already received more than once.

Her eyes lingered for a moment, and she considered saying something as the tall man stood up and said something to them. Anemone was listening intently, though Sari had to wonder if she was actually listening.

Knowing that look, sister dear is oogling.

Sari hadn't had time to look at the last member before a parachute hit her in the chest. She winced but caught it in her lap.

So they were going to jump.

Anemone skipped over and gave her a hug. Sari wrinkled her nose teasingly, then smiled at her sister before she turned and dove out of the plane. She breathed a light sigh as she equipped herself and then looked outside to see Anemone landing safely. She sighed again, then glanced back at the three still in the helicopter - the two girls -

And the one she was really interested in.

He was tall and well-built with olive-green eyes and messy brown hair grown a bit longer than it should be. His entire forehead was hidden. Still, that and the intrinsic - grace - that accompanied all his movements made her smile.

She stood at the edge, waved at the three still in the helicopter, said, "See you down," with a flirty smile, and then threw herself out of the plane.

It took several moments for her to get orientated and then another moment to judge the right time to deploy the parachute. She then lifted her eyes and gazed at the horizon, using that to time the approach and land without falling - it was something a friend had taught her once.

Her knees wobbled as she hit, but she didn't fall. She removed the parachute and then shook herself, before readjusting her clothes and making her way over to her sister. She nestled her head briefly on her sister's shoulder and then asked the tall man, who was brushing at something on the ground, "What're you looking for ~? Do you need - help?"