Jason sat up, looking Russel up and down.<br/>"You made it."<br/>Russel replied, "Yeah, of course I did."<br/>"And the others..?" Russel stood in silence.<br/>Jason staggered to his feet, cracked his neck, and walked up to Russel.<br/>"Of all the people to make it, I'm glad you did." Jason smiled and patted the roughneck's shoulder, spouting up a small cloud of dust.<br/>"How did you..?"<br/>Russel spoke quickly, "I made the hatch on the side of the door as soon as I saw the limo blow. Wasn't even out of the plane-" Tears started to roll down his face, and Jason wiped away a tear.<br/><br/>"When we get home, we'll mourn then. Right now, we need to get our bearings."<br/><br/>Russel replied, "We're headed straight for home, what else is there to know?"<br/>"Falcone's men ambushed us here; if they knew where this was, then they might know where our only safe house is as well. We might just be running into another ambush."<br/><br/>Russel smirked and said, "Then let's give those bastards something to ambush."<br/><br/>The hours flew by as the trio prepared for a home-turf war.<br/><br/>As the plane eventually made the signals for the landing, Jason and Russel both stepped into their "surprises" for the potential ambush. Jason looked at Eris, hoping she knew what she was doing as she shouldered another strange-looking weapon.<br/><br/>The plane eventually made it's descent, and as it pulled into the hangar, the dark green fields of Ireland filled Jason with a renewed sense of being. The plane slowed to a stop, and as the cargo hold door opened, the trio tensed, preparing for the fight of a lifetime...