"Good. Okay. All set. Masino left a car for you two in the back parking lot, you'll be taking a private plane to Atlanta, Georgia, your flight leaves in fourty five. I suggest you two doublecheck your gear, since the van won't be going with you."<br/><br/>"Ok, Boss. You show me yours I'll show you mine!" He joked but seriously did begin a check of her gear, her armour straps snug and any other items that she might be missing.  Hell, after this long he memorized all of her equipment and how it was supposed to be, not to mention her measurements.  It was an age old backup check that every team did as a body could miss what they normally thought was there, being creatures of habit.<br/><br/>"So Major, Private Plane, should I bring my trunks for the Hotel in Atlanta, or would you prefer I just went 'commando', maybe we should hit up the Casinos?  I bet the floor show will be great."  He grinned his stupid grin and thought about maybe telling her how he really felt about her on the plane, the fact that someone took out Christoph's team weighing heavily in the back of his mind... Dead.  He couldn't shake that fact this time.  He had faced death so many times and hardly ever came out unscathed, but still, an entire team.  Fear gripped him and his heart nearly jumped.  He knew he should tell her.  To come clean, but he didn't know if that would really make it all better, make them stronger or weaker.  He didn't know how she would react.  Damnit man, you are like the schoolboy who is trying to get his first date.  He didn't realize he had left his index finger hooked through her vest maybe a second to long while he thought.