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[color=CAC100]"If you're not nervous, you're either stupid or you know exactly what's gonna happen once we step off this bird,"[/color] the masked enigma sitting on the floor with her legs hanging out of the helicopter replied, breaking her silence.  Spook looked back at the amassed group, gas mask concealing any expression that went with the words.  It was somewhat obvious that something was gnawing at her though, like she had something larger than the coming mission on her mind.  The hint was gone by the time anyone would look over, anyway.  [color=CAC100]"You all know Murphy's Law, right?  If something can go wrong, it will?  I have a feeling we'll be dealing with that really soon."[/color]  She pulled one leg up into the chopper before standing up and taking the seat that was directly beside Jake.

She pulled her pistol out of her cloak, a powerful yet simply designed weapon that would smash the arm of anyone that didn't expect the power behind it.  She simply took the magazine out of the gun and examined it briefly before sliding it back in with a click.  The weapon found its way back into her outermost layer and her hands were quickly filled with the sword she kept on her back.  From the folds of her coat, she produced a whetstone, which found itself sharpening the blade.  [color=CAC100]"She'll be fine, Isis.  Just wait 'til we're on the ground and she'll be back to her normal self."[/color]  The grinding of stone on steel filled any silence there was between the whooshing of the helicopter blades.  Though there was something significant that changed, the hissing from the cargo stopped, along with any crashing there might've been.

[color=CAC100]"So what brings everyone here?  Aside from being the textbook definition of expendable, of course."[/color]  She flipped over the sword and kept sharpening it, looking around at the various faces.