Kyle has jumped out of planes, rappelled down cliff-faces, and hidden from mortars in the hollowed out shells of civilian buildings... but he has never, ever been as terrified for his life as he is in the back seat of the russian's mini-tank. They're spending so much time in the air that the marksman half expects them to just take off and fly away at some point... but every blissful moment of near-zero gravity is ended by an abrupt, rocky return down to earth, and the heavy "thump" of Wanda against his knees. It actually gets bad enough that the marksman has to eject the clip from his gun, just to make sure he doesn't accidentally shoot off a round before the actual fun begins...<br/><br/>Finally, the old man who gave them the job starts bellowing over the radio for them to stop driving like maniacs, and for someone else to take the wheel. For a second, at least, Kyle breathes a sigh of relief...<br/><br/>Until Miss Standoffish herself takes the wheel, and Kyle sees the smoldering smirk forming on Kate's lips. Try as he might, the former serviceman can't seem to get a read on this girl. One minute, she's blowing them all off and acting like the whole world deserves a bullet in the face; the next, she's winking and grinning like a babysitter who just found her charge's hidden stash of dirty mags.<br/><br/>Great. Now Kyle feels even<em>more</em>nervous.