Archer made quick work of crouching down behind a stwardess cart that had conveniently rolled in her direction.  She wasn't a stranger to gun fire, although she liked to avoid it at all costs, but she hadn't exactly been expecting such a greeting at an air port of all places.  In her experience, unless the air strip was privately owned by less scrupilous people, something not at all uncommon in her line of work, air ports were too risky a place to so blatently start an old western shoot out.  But bloody hell, she did not like being stuck in something that felt like a sardine can, while there was shooting going on outside.<br/><br/>She listened with half an ear as the others made suggestions about who should go out first, and for what felt like the hundreth thousandth time, Archer wondered if everyone who worked on the side of "law and justice" were as willing to jump into danger as this team seemed to be.<br/><br/>It was that thought, more than any, that had a grin spreading across her face.  She was far too into this facade if she were thinking this cautiously, and she let out a shamelessly loud sigh of resignation.<em>So much for staying in character</em>.<br/><br/>"Why don't we just bypass the whole 'someone getting their arse shot' stage of this trip.  I'll go, if it's okay with you boss?"  She was sure that Wagner would have already read her file, so he would know what she meant by 'go' without needing her to spell it out.