Yousef pressed his sync and then slipped the shades over his eyes, inhaling deeply on the cig it lit up, causing the polarizer to glare slightly before dampening it.<br/><br/>"Harry, you know I could never be with the Major.  Her balls are bigger than mine, what would I do with them?" he quipped around the cig.  He recalled the job in Pusan, a salvaged Hind bearing down on him piloted by Yakuza looking to support their artifact smuggling.  She had stood over him, firing at the pilot with a picked up AK and cursing the whole time, while he hunkered over two small children caught in the crossfire, praying his armour would at least keep the rounds from going all the way through him to them.  He had never been so turned on in his life than when she did that.  He marveled a second at why he never made a real pass at her... sure he had made the sexist jokes and what not, taken the punches she had given him and laughed it off, but never for real.  Part of him was afraid, afraid of caring for this tiger in disguise, afraid of admitting to anyone that he needed someone.  The rest of him said that it was because he didn't want to be tied down and settled in, a cushy desk job and white picket fence... He knew this last bit was a joke and the former the truth.  He wanted to settle down if that is what she wanted.  He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her no more women and whores... unless she wanted them too.  He wanted to tell her all of these things and more... But he was afraid.  But most importantly he just wanted to be near her.  Even six months ago when he was offered to join Christof's advance team, he had told him no... At this moment he realized that if he had, he might be the one being revenged right now.  He remembered his last conversation with Jenny only a couple of days ago... she had told him to keep her bed warm... and the swing ready.  Marcus made him promise not to party too hard without him...   Part of him wanted to run and cry in a hole, but that part was long buried by the killer he was.  He finished his sync check and leaned back, his thoughts a fleeting flicker in his pupils, cleverly hidden by the glasses.<br/><br/>"100% sync Harry and the Hendersons."