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Through the streets once more Jax and Aden weaved through the crowds of Las Vegas. Jax nearly skipped at Aden's side as she usually did, her short dress bouncing with each of her exaggerated steps. Aden remained silently stoic with his practiced, casual steps as he held the small stack of files at his side. He looked over at his companion, considering whether to give her the files or not, knowing it'd be a long shot to get her to read them.

"Hmm.." Aden hummed thoughtfully, bringing Jax's attention up to him with a curious expression.

"What is it, Aden?" She asked sincerely.

"Here.." He began as he held out the stack of files towards her.

"Ugh! You know I hate th.."

"I know I know!" He cut her off, he had heard her complain about files ever since they became a team. "You don't need to read it. Just familiarize yourself with the pictures. There will most likely be more Asylums to help us [i]clean up[/i] the bunker and we need to make sure not to mix them up with the targets."

Jax took a moment, a sour expression across her face making her look exceptionally childish. She snatched the stupid files out of his stupid hands, opening file after file to look at the stupid pictures like Aden stupidly asked. It was only moments before the file was being forcibly shoved under Aden's arm, causing him to look back to Jax incredulously. His eye twitching in disbelief. "I [b]JUST[/b] gave those files to you." He complained.

"I looked at the pictures.." Jax protested dismissively.

"I meant really look at them, Jax. Familiarize, not just a little peek!" He groaned, feeling the pressure of a migraine beginning to form above his eye brow.

"... I hate files..." She pouted childishly, folding her arms defiantly over her chest.

Aden sighed painfully. He really shouldn't have expected anything differently. "Fine. We are almost to the bunker anyways, get ready." He instructed, his fingers massaging his forehead to ease the encroaching migraine.

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The two finally arriving at the entrance to the bunker they both stole a glance to the other, giving a simple nod. Despite their wide differences they were a good team and understood the other very well. A swift tap of Jax's fingers at her palm sent out her forearm blade as Aden retrieved his pistol, finding no need to put on the silencer; doubting it was be a silent battle. It didn't look like there were any other way into the bunker then the front door. Jax adored that entrance, Aden did not share her enthusiasm.

Pushing through the front doors they noticed there was no one around to confront them. Aden sighed in relief while Jax pouted sadly at his side. Aden gestured for the two to continue on, Jax nodding in confirmation before heading down the concrete hallway. As hallways intersected Aden made sure to peek around each corner before proceeding on. Jax nearly whining in displeasure as time after time Aden gestured the corner was clear.

Finally the two happened upon the cafeteria, seeming coming in behind a young girl. They silently stepped into the room, looking around for the site of anyone else. Aden looked over at Jax. Seeing the puzzled look upon her face gave away her complete and utter confusion on whether it was a friendly or not. He silently brought his hand up to his head to rub at his forehead, trying to ease himself before blowing a gasket. Angrily he nodded his head, knowing she was questioning if she were a target. Jax then beamed with excitement.

"Marco!" She blurted out loudly. Without giving a second in wait for a response she pointing her finger out to the girls back. [i]'fein..'[/i] she breathed quietly before shooting out a blast of concussive force that slammed into the girls back and threw her forward. Jax giggled softly to herself before looking over to Aden. "I can handle this. You go sit or something." Jax instructed eagerly.

"..fine..." Aden responded half heartedly. He didn't care, he was still in disbelief at how difficult Jax could be. Aden walked over to the corner of the room, dragging a plastic chair along with him. Pushing the chair into the corner he took a seat. Dipping his hand into his pocket he pulled out a pack of advil. Tearing it open and retrieving the pills he popped it into his mouth and swallow. He started bringing advils around with him shortly after the two became a team. They come in use more often then Aden cares to admit.

Jax walks further into the room, stopping only fifteen feet away from the girl she had just shot in the back. "Hi there! My name is Jax. I will be killing you today, okay?" She chimed sweetly, her lips in a bright and innocent smile.