The flight deck was thrumming with activity. The final checks of pre-flight had cleared as the deck crews scrambled about, hooking hoses, removing wires and clearing the deck as the ship's strike craft began to be loaded into the launch tubes.<br/><br/>"Warning. Five minutes to jump exit. Set Condition Blue throughout the fleet. Essential personnel to action stations."<br/><br/><br/>Garrick was already suited up. He and Todd were making their way across the flight deck to Echo squadron's Raptors. Mira was already there, sitting her cockpit as she went over a datapad with the Crew Chief. Garrick made straight for her, not even bothering to stop at his fighter as he made his way up to her ship.  "Cmdr Mira "Razor" Reveran" read the letter under the ship's canopy. Garrick frowned as he grabbed the edge of the airfoil and pulled himself up.<br/>There, the smug sweetly smiling face of Mira greeted him, her hand on her chin.<br/>"I was wondering how long this would take..." she admitted, with a hint of resignation as she studied the sour expression on Garrick's face.<br/><br/>Garrick frowned.<br/>"Why the hell didn't you tell me you joined up? Or that you were in the Navy....and squadron lead! Mira, do you have any-"<br/><br/>Mira silenced him with a pointed finger across the lips.<br/>"You never asked." she said with a smirk.<br/>"Besides, you worry to much, Garrick. You always have..." " she said removing the finger from his scowling lips.<br/>"I'll fill you in on the details when we're off duty, but you need to do one thing for me." she said, a little twinge of a smile forming at the edge of her lips.<br/><br/><br/>Garrick raised an eyebrow.<br/>"Oh, what's that?"<br/>She grinned impishly.<br/>"My quarters, tonight. Twenty-one hundred hours."<br/><br/>"Mira! You cant-"<br/><br/>Mira grabbed her helmet from the dash and slipped it over her head, the soft hiss of suction and air filters kicking in.<br/>"I can and you will." she said, looking up at him through her visor. Her features were all hidden save for her eyes, that laughed up at him.<br/>"And if you don't want it getting out that you're sleeping with your CO, I suggest you be there at Twenty-one hundred, sharp.  Now kindly, step off my fighter, Lieutenant."<br/><br/>She pushed on his chest and Garrick stagged backwards off the fighter, staring at her in dumbfounded awe as the tug pulled her Raptor into the launch tube.<br/><br/>"I can't believe she just did that to me..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>