"I completely agree with you. the back of my neck is itching, and it only does that when somethings sneaking up on me... Yousef, we're out. me and Mea are going out the way we came in. we'll meet you out front."<br/><br/>Mea was jarred slightly by the informal use of her first name. Usually, the men called her "Major Van" or Vanni while on the mission. It spoke of his distraction and the urgency he felt. She plopped her backpack onto the desk and unzipped it, fetching the thermal sheath from it's interior. Gingerly slipping the laptop into it's protective plasticine, she eased this into her pack and zipped it, shouldering the bag once again.<br/><br/>"Let's go." she cued the evac signal on her HUD. "we might want to hurry...something is extremely off about this." Gerad urged, his voice tense and sharp. Mea shook her head "Okay, we're going."<br/><br/>From the static over the VISR, Marcus chimed in from downstairs "Hang on. Something weird..."<br/><br/>"No time!" Mea barked, stepping out onto the balcony into the oppressive Atlanta heat. "No, I think this might be important."<br/><br/>She gripped the rope and heaved herself over the railing, her gloves making a burring zip as she slid down the length, landing in the overgrown grass with a whuff of breath leaving her lungs.  "Fine, take it and let's go!"<br/><br/>She didn't wait for Gerad, knowing he could rappel himself down easily. They had gone climbing together many times, she knew he was more than competent.<br/><br/>"It's a safe."  Valentine intoned, his voice was thoughtful.  Mea withdrew her nine from the holster and pressed herself against the side of the condo, peeking around the corner for any perps.  "Fine, just get it to the van."<br/><br/>