Answers [locked to Faith]

[phaseofgrace]

Jimmy McCarron stood at the back of the Concorde, pouring himself a drink. Brittany was out cold at his and Michael's urging, and the ex-CIB agent was having some conversation with his old friend Tom Quinn, while Lex Richards was, as usual, communing with the technical gods. McCarron chuckled, unbuttoning another button on his collar. He didn't know who'd set black as the dress code, but it seemed to fit the mood well. He looked down the aisle of the plane at all of them, wondered how he'd ended up with them.

I sure as hell couldn't have predicted it.

Just as he said the words, he felt his cell phone vibrate against his hip. A clean motion brought it to his lips. "Yeah." Pause. "Faith, what's going on?"