Yousef always loved it when she checked his leg armour, he wondered if she caught on that he never failed to leave one slightly loose, or too tight.  He grinned mischieviously at his next line, but figured it was too easy.  Her head near his crotch, helping him out with his leg.  Yeah, too easy, leave that one alone Yousef.  He knew the plane would probably be a C130 or something of that nature, not a sporty sleek private jet that his imagination ran wild with.  Their stay in Atlanta would be filled with violence and mayhem, not the beautiful rooms with mirrors on the ceilings and champagne on ice that he dreamed it was.  His thoughts turned back to the Major, imagining her in a bikini sitting by the pool as a muscular young man brought her a MaiTai, flirting gregariously with the hot little number.  He imagined himself, slowly coming up out of the water, scars plainly visible to all and gathering her up in his stonger more manly arms, 'Sorry kid, can't play anymore, got grownup things to do!' as he carried her away to their room.<br/><br/>He remembered how it had been that night near Kiev, cold, wet, but she had come to him after he had dug the bullet out of her shoulder, one he still kept with him to this day, reminding him that he nearly lost her that day.  He could still feel her feverish body upon him, his own concussion and wounds taking their toll, but he had stayed guard, waiting for the sniper to move.  He had waited in vain for that man that day.  He could still feel her lips touch his.  He normally didn't dig the whole space cadet thing, but she was an exceptionally strong woman, even in her state she was forceful.  Apparently, she was used to command and almost ordered him to take her... But it was when she said please, in that particular tone that he knew she meant it.  He was saddened that she could not remember afterwards, or at least pretending not to.  It had cut him to the bone to hear her say she had no recollection of the events after the avalanche caused by the sniper.  He had taken his vacation that very next week, traveling back to Kiev and hunting for the sniper he knew would still be in the area.  He recalled finally allowing the man to die before he returned home.<br/><br/>He noticed his Desert Eagle was still on the locker top.  Curiously, he picked it back up.  See Yousef, this is why you don't get involved.  Look you almost left this here.  He holstered his weapon and looked around for anything else he might have missed.<br/><br/>"Hey Boss, Can I drive the car? I can drive.  I'm an excellent driver.  I'm not wearing any underpants." he wondered quickly after if she would get the movie reference or just shoot him another of her deadly glares.