Leaving On A Jet Plane

[ttly_in_control]

Finally, the team's time in Russia was coming to an end. They'd lingered here for longer than Stryker had intended, but he had at least obtained some of the samples he'd required, as well as having managed to carry out some important research in the process. The Major wasn't sorry to say goodbye to the base, though. The mutants weren't the only

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[movetheearth]

Ric stomped his way up the entrance gangway to the plane, kicking off the snow from his boots and humming loudly to himself, as he swung his personal duffle over his shoulder to land with a thud at his feet. Stopping he grinned at Stryker, saluting before turning back to open his arms and burst into song, singing to the Russian guards who just stood there looking perplexed.

"So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, I don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go."

If Stryker had been hoping for a peaceful flight he had another thing coming. Ric truly was glad to see the back of this place, despite having had a nice break away from camp (probably the only highlight of his trip) Ric now associated Russia with pain, loss and nothing but trouble.

He looked ready to burst into a second verse of song.

[un_move_able]

"That's enough'a that," Fred said, putting a hand on Ric's shoulder. "Bad enough when Mort has to start singin' like a cat in heat."

He was holding several bags over his right shoulder and a rather large and heavy looking box under his left arm. Despite his request, his expression wasn't a grim one.

"You happy to leave?"

[movetheearth]

Ric grinned, bringing his fists up in a mock boxing move and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He jabbed Fred a couple of times in the shoulder, not actually really hitting him at all. "Oh come on Fred, you know you want to sing with me! I can't fucking wait to leave this hell fucking hole."

He turned grabbed his bag up off of the floor and hooked it over his shoulder, resuming his song.

"There's so many times I've let you down. So many times I've played around, I tell you now, they don't mean a thing. Every place I go, I'll think of you, every song I sing, I'll sing for you. When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring." Laughing loudly Ric shook his head, "Well maybe not your wedding ring Fred but you get the general gist. Can't wait to get somewhere warm and sunny for a change! What about you? Are you glad to go?"

[un_move_able]

Ric was such a handful. Dukes could see why Mort liked him so much. He simply stood there as he was fake-punched in the shoulder by the little squirt.

"S'okay. Don't got one," he replied, concerning the subject of a wedding ring.

He twisted his hand up and down to indicate neither yes or no. "I'mma miss the snow and the cold. But maybe it won't be so boring in Japan."

[hunt_the_devil]

John grumbled to himself, adjusting his hat as he settled in his seat glaring at the back of the Mexican who was singing loudly and obnoxiously at the entrance to the plane. No change there then.

It wasn't that John had a problem with flying. Oh no what he had a problem with was being confined in a very small space for at least nine hours or so, with a bunch of children mutants of which only a few knew how to interact like adults. He got the feeling he might be giving more than a few timeouts at this rate.

John was tempted to go over there and shove Ric out into the snow, hopefully it would shut him up for at least some of the flight. Though he'd probably end up bitching and moaning to his boyfriend about how he had been mistreated. He smirked a little at the thought, ducking his head trying to hide that smug smile.

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy climbed aboard the plane, thankful to be getting out of the icy hellhole. He spotted a face he hadn't met and wandered over, pulling his scarf and jacket tighter around him, wincing at the pull of his shoulder.*

Hey there, honey. Mind if I sit?

*He didn't wait for an answer before sitting down across from the man.*

[hunt_the_devil]

John glanced up, briefly nodding as the young man sat down. There were so many faces that had passed through the camp here in Russia that it really wasn't a surprise to John that there was yet another person he hadn't met.

"Take a pew where you like, just as long as you don't start singin' like Julio over there," He leant forward holding his hand out. "John Wraith an' you might be?"

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy laughed as he sat down. The frigging chairs were low when you stood at 6'5".*

Cassidy Jamison. Pleasure to meet you, John.

[a_soul_awake]

The singing was somewhat startling until Hope spotted the source. Ric. Singing seemed completely in character for him, so she just shook her head in mild amusement and then stepped around him to take a seat on the plane.

She nodded politely to Stryker and the others already seated before she found a seat near the back and took out a book from her personal belongings. Once again, it was just a little light reading. Modern Genetic Analysis: Integrating Genes and Genomes was one she had read before and the 800 page book was very familiar.

Still, it would keep her busy while on the flight, unless someone needed her attention.

[cantseethis]

Making a sound of annoyance as he narrowly dodged Ric's singing escapade at the front, Atticus hurried to get as far from the noise as possible.

Of course in the distance he spotted Hope and move a little more fervently to get to her. She was, in more ways than one, the light at the end of the tunnel.

"I don't know how you can read with the racket." He said none too lightly as he took a seat beside her, glancing over at what she was reading.

[a_soul_awake]

"Hm?" It took Hope a moment to drag herself out of her book and focus on Atticus. Once her mind emerged from the text she smiled gently.

"I ignore it. A book is more interesting than Ric anyway."

Really, a few moments after beginning to read, she had forgotten all about Ric, his singing and everything else on the plane.

[cantseethis]

"Then you're far more skilled than I imagined." Atticus huffed lightly as he sat back against the seat, trying to relax.

"I give it five more minutes and then his knickers are coming off."

[45825243_t78_a]

Logan wasn't putting off getting on the plane. Anyone who might suggest or even think as much would get a look that could and possibly would kill. He was just standing outside, smoking his last cigar. How the hell he was supposed to get cigars in Japan, he had no idea, but so far he'd always managed. He ignored the hustle and bustle around him as people carried things to the plane and got inside. As for him, he'd tossed his duffle in already, but there was no way he was getting on that damn plane. Not until he needed to. For now, there was nothing in the world except his cigar, and he focused on it with all the concentration he could muster.

[watch_the_nails]

It was always the same whenever they had to travel by air. Logan had been the same when they'd moved their base from Africa, and on the flight before that from the States to Africa, and on the flight before that one, and the one before that... Victor had long ago become used to his brother's unease with flying, and although he may have cracked the odd joke about it here and there, it wasn't a weakness he tended to exploit. If anything, it gave the feral some comfort to know that he could actually help Logan when it came to the inevitable pre-flight jitters.

"One for the road, huh?" Victor smirked as he swaggered over to his brother, indicating the cigar that the other feral seemed so intent on smoking. "Somethin' tells me Stryker ain't gonna be too pleased if you start stinkin' up the plane with those things."

[45825243_t78_a]

Logan gave Victor a little nod by way of greeting, exhaling smoke through his nose. Having his brother there didn't make him less nervous as such, but it made it easier to deal with his nerves somehow. Victor knew Logan hated flying, and knowing that Victor knew and didn't care, well, that felt like support somehow. No girly, needy, 'relax, it'll be OK' support that only made things worse. Silent support, where knowing that it was there was enough.

"Stryker needs to stop whining," he growled before taking another drag, his annoyance a poor cover-up for his nerves. Nevermind that this was his last fucking cigar, and he couldn't stink up the plane if he wanted to.

Fuck it... He wasn't going to think about the plane or the fact that this was his last cigar. He needed to change the topic. Glancing over at Victor, he decided to broach what might be a sore topic. They wouldn't be able to avoid it for long anyway. "So, you're in Gloria's team, huh?"

[watch_the_nails]

"Yup." Victor was unable to suppress a grin at that. He hadn't really talked to Logan about his newfound intimacy with Gloria, but he was aware that his brother must have known. Victor's bed smelled of her often enough these days. "S'long as we get first dibs on the beds, that suits me just fine."

It did irritate Victor slightly that his woman should have been offered a superior position to himself, especially as he'd been with the team longer than Gloria had; but if it meant he got to rut and couple with her as much as he wanted, well, he'd act like a good little soldier as long as he could still get his way.

[createdevidence]

Nicky stood outside the plane his hands firmly cuffed together. His legs had more chain to them allowing the boy to walk almost normally. Thankfully Jason had packed his things and gotten Razi settled in his crate for the flight. The feral boy hated not being there for the pup but he knew better than to ask. He waited not sure if the guards were going to seat him or if he was waiting for something else.