She craned around to see Harry climbing in the back of the van.  "I see the two lovebirds thought they could slip out without me." he quipped, and she grinned widely, cuffing him across the shoulder lightly. "Captain Doyle, about time." She reopened her locker and rummaged through the containers, finally closing her fingers around her hack card which she tucked into one of her socks.<br/><br/>"Harry, you know I could never be with the Major.  Her balls are bigger than mine, what would I do with them?" She snorted broadly "Take a picture, so you'll finally know what balls look like."  This drew a wide grin from Gabriel as he took a swig from his canteen. She'd traded her fair share of jokes from the squad, but in the end, the mutual respect and bond they had developed over the years made them the best team Trionfo had.<br/><br/>"It would seem the Vatican archives have no sense of Swiftness in their action." Harry mused quietly, and she shrugged, shaking her head. "Red tape. You taking over for Gabe?" She flicked her head towards the extop, who had stood respectfully and allowed Harry to sit in the extop command chair of the van. Guess that answered her question. Two extops today. Looks like Masino anticipated trouble.<br/><br/>"Oh and Yousef, sync your shades with my suit, won't provide the full package but should keep tactical data relay even when we go off grid... I might even be able to Circumvent the enemy's information systems and feed you data through there." Gabe sat down in the second extop seat, typing in his passcode to access the backup systems.  "Uplink with the Major's 97%, good signal strength. Critical systems normal." Gabe's fingers flew over the keys, his eyes locked intensely on the screen.<br/><br/>"100% sync Harry and the Hendersons." Yousef said from somewhere in the van. Mea was face deep in her locker.<br/><br/>"Turn the speaker volume up, Major," Gabe turned in the swiveling chair and tossed the Major a canteen, which she barely caught in time before it dropped. "I can't get your voice clear enough through the snow."  Mea nodded, digging two fingers into the snug throat of her biosuit to find the volume control. "How's that?"<br/><br/>The extop was all business. "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/><br/><br/><br/>