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-idly chatting with the owner of the airstrip, a Russian, Stubbs and Horne, his gaze roams around the hangar, lingering on Icys stony face and then settling on dame. He catches her looking at him before she turns her attention back to the Russian talking with her and the ladies. He starts to smile then drops it quickly. He's being pulled in so many directions it's ridiculous. The fact that Icy is determined to tear dame limb from limb, the fact that the tiniest of pings is constant in the back of his mind concerning dame and L, and most of all, the fact that he's afraid dame will regret all interaction with him once they make it back home. Sighing, he turns back to the conversation at hand, suppressing the urge to go wrap her up in his arms. Listening, he starts to wonder what's holding them up from leaving-

(( rofl I figured it was something like that!!!))

The Russians finally finish their spiel, telling the MW crew that they are going to take this plane procured by the Russians until they get to Italy. Then they are going to finish their flight on one of the private jets Psyzapp's connections supplied. They don't seem to have been followed to the airstrip, but just in case, the switcheroo should take care of any leads. Especially since the Italians are going to be sending out three private planes at the same time. The crew nods and they are allowed to board the plane.

((Work?))

{{works. good show. *wants to steal Brats bag very VERY badly* twisted gonk stressed }}

((Lol ~ wants to steal Icy's entire outfit.))

*Once the crew are in their seats, they are joined by a new set up Russians and the doors to the jet are secured. Moments later, the jet is towed out of the hangar and cleared. They taxi down the runway and begin lifting off the ground. Several minutes later, they reach altitude and are given the clear to take off their seat belts. Brat reaches in to her boot, taking out her flask. She takes a long swallow and offers a drink to the others.*

((Maybe if we're all swapping spit from the flask, we'll bond... rofl
Better start changing dames heart ))

*Glances down at the flask, smiles.* Energy drink, dame. Perhaps a small dash of wine vodka. Alcohol content would be negligible, if you felt it at all, but it does add enough flavor to swallow this stuff. *She crinkles her nose, not fond of energy drinks.* Wouldn't want to have us all getting drunk on the flight over. *Not when we're not out of the woods, she thinks.*

(( rofl Icy must have gotten my other flask ~ which boot did I take that one from... ninja ))

dame's nostrils flare and she rolls her eyes rolleyes at Icy's juvenile name-calling, "Never bothered you before, Icy Reign." She narrows her eyes as Icy walks back to her seat and then turns her gaze on Brat, letting it roll off her shoulders, and smiles, "No thanks, Brat. I don't drink alcohol. ^_^ But I appreciate it." Sits in her chair on her knees, resting her arms on the back of it and continues looking and chatting with Brat.

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