She looked up from her laptop with a surprised expression when Tank asked, "So Major, who is the new guy anyway?"<br/><br/>"Captain..!" she paused, about to admonish him for not paying attention yesterday. Probably too involved in stuffing his face full of pizza. Just the thought of the greasy carb-ridden cellulite trap made her queasy.<br/><br/>Looking more than a little green around the gills, Mea shook her head "Valentine. Marcus Valentine. Ex-Marine. Masino said he was getting info from the Americans to help us locate the Illunimati extop?" She hesitated, digging a tums from some pocket or other on her utility belt, chewing the peppermint chalk with a disgusted expression.  "Ears still pull of pepperoni, Tank?"<br/><br/>"Please put away all electronic devices, including cameras, cell phones and laptops. We're going to be landing soon." A flight attendant chirped from the front of the cabin. She closed the laptop and left it laying across her thighs, still looking at Yousef like he'd suddenly grown another head.<br/><br/>Today, Mea had deviated from her usual military greens, wearing instead a fitted cream-colored long-sleeved turtleneck and cargo khakis, her white tennis shoes making her petite feet look even smaller than usual. She even had earrings in, small diamond studs. Might as well try to look approachable instead of like a military dyke when meeting the new guy. The plane eased itself to a halt on the tarmac, and Mea waited for the okay from the stewardesses before unbuckling herself to leave. The fresh air was welcome when they opened the door, allowing sunlight to stream in.<br/><br/>Gerard left first, followed swiftly by Tank, and Mea tucked her laptop under her arm and nodded thanks to the flight attendants. "See you soon, Ladies."  "Enjoy your break, Major Vanni."<br/><br/>They crossed the Tarmac in a loose formation, Mea's long strides eating up the distance as she took point. They reached Valentine, and she offered her hand in greeting.<br/><br/>"....before any introductions go down.... those two snipers behind me on each of those control towers.... are they yours...?" His voice was interesting, a baritone that would have done well in radio. She nodded slowly and dropped the hand she had offered, her body tensing slowly in case the situation suddenly turned hostile. "Unfortunately...yes. Father Masino is...a very cautious person. It's not meant as a threat to your safety, it's meant for our protection."<br/><br/>She cleared her throat "So, now that that's taken care of..."<br/><br/>"Marcus Valentine," she motioned to Yousef "Captain Yousef 'Tank' Ahmouhd, tactical insertion and extraction expert." She motioned to Gerard "Captain Gerad Konnen, sniper and long-range munitions expert." Then, mentioning herself, her full lips twitched into what might have been a smile "Major Mea Vanni, covert ops."<br/><br/><br/><br/>