The plane to Haiti (IC Chat)

[Stoic]

The group arrives at the airport and finds their way to the private runway. A sleek looking lear jet rolls up and a staircase descends, an attractive man walking down it. "Ladies and gentlemen, please find a seat."

As the group sits in their respective spots a quick safety lesson is given and menus are handed out. The steward remains out of sight but will respond quickly to the press of a button each of you has on your seats. In the back in a tiny lounge area with a comfortable couch and loveseat. Just big enough to fit the entire group if they care to go there to chat.

[Kindreth]

The team hasn't had much time to process everything that's gone on. Their last mission was weird, even by SPEAR standards, and losing Trent the way they had does't sit well with Julie.

To the team, she says, "Anyone had experience in Haiti before? The weather should at least be nice."

[Keiko]

Keiko plopped down unceremoniously and wriggled a little as she found the comfy spot. Then she sighed.

"Sure, if you like 'really hot and super humid.' It's tropical islands. Oh hey!"

Abruptly she sat up straight and wide-eyed. "If we find a cool tropical bird, can we take it back with us? Like a parrot or one of those other really colorful ones? I'm pretty sure it's not technically legal, but we're psychic secret agents so it's okay right? Like we can speed or run red lights and it's fine."

[Marcus]

Marcus liked to avoid to much chatter. His speech impediment making it something he only did well while relaxed, however this team was not bad and he had already done a mission with them and returned. Learning to relax around other agents is hard. Too often they turn out to be traitors. However, he did not mind these guys. "It's a swamp." He said keeping the words short. He would like to talk about other missions there, but he was not in the habit of sharing previous mission data, even if it was to say he had never been there professionally. After all his last trip to Haiti was as a thief, and he escaped with what he came for unnoticed, no need to rat himself out, pardon or no.

[Kelly]

To the team, she says, "Anyone had experience in Haiti before? The weather should at least be nice."

Kelly rolls her eyes. "Weather should have been nice in Arizona too..." she says, then realizes she just rolled her eyes and her superior office and blushes. The concept of military authority still doesn't come naturally to Kelly.

"I mean... it would be nice, if we could get some down time there once the mission wraps up... I haven't been to the tropics since I was in the Dominican Republic back in '04, and even that was a 2 week stint with Doctor's without borders. Was a lot more depressing than experience most of the tourists who visit get."

[Marcus]

Marcus listens to her story and nods. "Those are good covers. Get you in, and people like to help you." Then he realizes she was talking about going as an actual doctor he shakes his head but does not say anything. As a career thief he never considered anything like DWOB, it would be absurd to go work for people and not get paid. That is unless it was a set up for a better job.

OOC Comments

@Stoic

Do we need to post a new load out? Did you consider what the 3,000 lbs of aluminum counts as for Marcus?

[Kindreth]

Keiko plopped down unceremoniously and wriggled a little as she found the comfy spot. Then she sighed.

"Sure, if you like 'really hot and super humid.' It's tropical islands. Oh hey!"

Abruptly she sat up straight and wide-eyed. "If we find a cool tropical bird, can we take it back with us? Like a parrot or one of those other really colorful ones? I'm pretty sure it's not technically legal, but we're psychic secret agents so it's okay right? Like we can speed or run red lights and it's fine."

Julie cracks a smile. "Well, I could not, of course, technically condone such a thing. Then again, stuff just ends up on the plane sometimes; no helping that. Just as long as your kit is squared away."

[Keiko]

Keiko pumped a fist and let out an enthused, "Yes!"

"Always wanted one of those. So...do we have a plan for this, or are we just gonna wing it again?"

[Simon CROSS Harris]

Cross is deep in thought while he cleans the barrel of his pistol, the handgun full diassembled on a tray sitting in his lap. "Typical Brass. Say just enough to get near mutiny without total chaos."

Looking down the barrel, Cross checks for any sand or water from melting snow he may have missed. One more time cleaning the barrel and Cross reassembled the pistol. Once fully assembled, Cross re-holseters the pistol.

When he look to the standup case near the couch, the flight attendant gives a stern look that gives the image of a mother putting her foot down when a child asks for more cake.

Under his breathe, "Just don't go to the bathroom any time sweetheart. Hate for you to get stuck."

Cross stands up and heads forward to check on the pilots and the plane. The team was rushed rather quickly onto the plane and he had not had enough time to inspect everything. Still a habit, those pre-flight inspections and all.

[Marcus]

Julie cracks a smile. "Well, I could not, of course, technically condone such a thing. Then again, stuff just ends up on the plane sometimes; no helping that. Just as long as your kit is squared away."

Marcus hears the response and laughs a little inside himself, the relaxed nature of the moment allowing him to say his peace in peace. "We get paid to go places we do not belong and kill people. Paint it how you like, but we're not heroes, heroes don't hide from the public, and we break the law by breathing.

"Sure, you can make her follow some law if you makes us feel good. But don't act like anything we do is less than a death sentence if caught."

[Keiko]

Keiko rolled her eyes.

"Oh my GOD. Do you guys take courses to be like that? It can't be natural."

Someone took a seat across from Marcus...a big guy in some kind of dark body armor, wearing a cape and a cowl that covered the upper half of his face.

"You're wrong there, tiger," the man said in a raspy, gravelly voice. "Heroes do hide from the public. Sometimes it's to protect the ones they live from reprisals. Sometimes it's because they don't want the spotlight on them...their crusade is personal, not glory hounding. And sometimes it's just to keep the bad guys guessing. Fear of the unknown can be the sharpest knife on the rack."

He leaned back and gazed broodingly off into the middle distance. Dramatic music began to swell softly in the background, just over the plane's engine noise.

"It's a thin line we walk, hero...villain... People have trouble telling us apart. Sometimes so do we. We're fighting ourselves as much as any thug or crook."

[Marcus]

Marcus heard the girl talking, but the way she kept looking off to the side was telling him she was not really talking to him any more. "Sure, if you want."

Looking over Marcus started feeling a little off. turning his head he sees Freackin Batman sit next to him and spits a mouth full of coffee out. Gagging a bit,he give Keiko a bit of an eye roll himself. "Do you have a trick to make cleaning this up easier?" The napkins where small and thin, only falling apart when he tried to blot up the coffee from the table and floor.