Jericho woke up the next day still on the roof, his pistol fully reassembled and in it's holster. Yawning, he sits up and debates on going back in the bunker but decides against it for the time being, enjoying the silence and peace that solitude brought with it. Laying back down, he counted all the things they could have done better on the mission, to try and prevent the casualties from being so high next time around. He didn't have enough fingers by his estimate.

As he lay there, he heard the door to the Ops center open and the sound of a cigarette being lite shortly after. [color=Gold][i]Probably Duncan. Only guy here who would smoke this early in the morning.[/i][/color] With a dismissive sigh, he returns to his fix counting for the next mission. It was then that he heard the door open again and an unfamiliar male voice threatening Xerox. Reacting entirely on instinct, he rolled off the roof and landed nearly silently, bringing his pistol up and...freezing in place. Before him stood people identical to Xeros, Gracelyn, and Duncan, except of the opposite gender. And the Duncan look alike was happily exploring herself. After a couple more seconds, Jericho silently and calmly holstered his pistol, walked up to Gracelyn, rested a hand on her(his?) shoulder, and said, "Well, at least you can skip worrying about fending off the monthly." And with that, he ran, laughing like a loon with a vengeful male Gracelyn close behind.

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A few hours later and after many jokes made to the ire of all the genderbent, Jericho sat in his seat for the briefing. [b]"Alright then kids, it's time to move onto the next phase of the operation."[/b] Jericho sat forward, more attentive than normal. Jericho shifted his attention slightly as Yoko hit the map projector and a dozen major and minor cities popped up with marks, along with transport links between them. [b]"From here we split into three groups; the injured will evac to Balamb along with half the support team while the rest remain here under Ono's command. The rest of you, i.e. the field team plus a few replacements, will continue on to Deling City."[/b] Shecun, as Jericho was calling him for the time being, smiled flatly. [b]"I'm sure you can all guess what we're going to do there, but keep it to yourselves. The plan will be relayed to you in situ. Our priority is getting on the right train."[/b] Shecun nodded at a member of the support team and they spoke up. 

[b]"We uh, acquired some tickets for the intercity trains. They're being checked just outside of DC though, so you'll have to get off at a service station a few miles outside the city. From there you can catch a taxi into town. Sir?"[/b] As she spoke, the information flashed up on the projector. The station was barely an hour's walk from the city limits and just outside of the recently installed security cordon, which was a pity, cause Jericho had looked forward to taking out some more Galbadians sooner rather than later. 

[b]"Deling's paranoia grows with each passing day, quite rightfully I might add. With the extra checkpoints on public transport, a cab is our best bet."[/b] So that was the plan. Split up into groups, get the wounded home, and go finish the job. This was something Jericho found himself able to get behind. But as he went to get more in-depth info, the radio crackled to life.

"Come in Duncan team, This is Support team Bravo. What's your Twenty?" Based on Shecun's face, that shouldn't have happened. And that suddenly and unexplainably had the scythe wielder very nervous.

[b]"Bravo, identify yourself. ID numbers please. I wasn’t informed of any additional support.”[/b] The response that came back was hopefully going to be a standard code. But that was hoping for too much.

"S'cuse me miss. I hate rattling my number off to anyone... it takes to long... and quite frankly I don't have it memorized anymore. Just tell the mad bitebug scientist bastard, that Foxy Bingo and plus one are here to save his sorry ass again." And Jericho almost died of laughter again, because that was almost ridiculous enough to be obvious. Of course, he did a much better job of containing his laughter than he had this morning.

[color=Gold]"Uh, sir, since when are you a mad scientist?"[/color]