There was a short moment there when she thought she would be spotted by whomever had the team cornered, but when no one shot at her, she felt the short even breaths she was taking loosen up a bit.  But that only lasted a moment as she felt the muscles in her body tighten again, and she kept on running towards her desired destination, knowing that she didn't have all that much time to complete her side of things.<br/><br/>Adrenaline pumped through her body, and she felt herself slip back into all her old tricks.  Retirement had been boring, to say the least.  If she were really honest with herself she had missed all this, running through the darkness; stealing into the night, in more ways than one, saturated her blood, and this was as close as she had come to it in a very long time.<br/><br/>She paused as she came close to the control tower, taking it all in, and not for the first time that night, feeling bewildered.  If whomever was out there really wanted them dead, than they could have just waited for them to get off, and than shot them.  But they hadn't waited, and instead had them pinned down, like some weird game of cat and mouse.  She shook it off, and continued forward, glad that she could see clearly, now that there was some distance between her and the plane.<br/><br/>She moved closer to the broken in door, professional eyes taking in it's lock, and she snorted to herself mentally.  It was obvious, by all the gun fire, that whomever was responsible for this didn't care about drawing attention to themselves, so the way the lock had been broken wasn't really all that surprising.  But she wasn't stupid, and there was still a chance that whomever had broken into the tower could still be there.  So she moved through the opening, listening intently for the sounds of voices or anything else that might give away the presence of something living inside, even as she searched out the controls that would allow her to shut down the tower lights.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Alvaro</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her concentration was broken when the sound of that disembodied voice, Alvaros voice penetrated her mind once again.  She would have cursed out loud, but she wasn't as ill trained as all that.  She'd hated having someone in her head, but she hated that she didn't know anything about the ability that allowed Alvaro to do it.  The paranoid idea that he could read her mind had her nervous to an uncomfortable level, and she shut down any stray thoughts unrelated to what she should be doing at the moment.<br/><br/>"I can't see them in any detail, but I can see that the ones shooting at you aren't over here.  If you're going to aim at something, aim at the side opposite the tower, away from the light.  I'll have it down before you can spell Trans-Atlantic flight from hell."</div></div>