Leaving On A Jet Plane

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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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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.

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"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?"

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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?"

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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."

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Dumping his bag onto a seat Ric held his arms open for Fred to toss him one of the many bags that he was carrying, a silent gesture of friendly assistance.

"Japan is going to be amazing Fred, the girls are gonna love you out there. That whole sumo thing you got going on there is a real hit with those Geisha girls or so I've heard. Before you know it you'll have a girl on each arm and a couple extra to keep your bed warm." It might not be necessarily true but Ric wasn't trying to wind Fred up, he was merely being his usual loud, friendly self with his comments.

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Ric was of course trying to be supportive, but it was not helping that much. Fred tried to ignore that.

Giving a mischievous smile, he held out a bag.

"Watch out it might be an aught heavy."

Especially to Ric, he mused.

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Ric grasped the straps, being all cocky and sure of himself.

"Don't worry big guy I ca-" Ric was cut short as he was dragged forward, just barely managing to stay on his feet, hunched over the bag that had barely missed his toes with a loud, echoing thud. "FUCK! That my friend is fucking heavy!"

He still hadn't let go of the straps or straightened himself up yet, still a little surprised by the weight of the bag. "Whose body is in here then?"

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"No one's... yet." Fred nodded toward Stryker, who had his back turned. The big man chuckled and handed a far lighter duffle bag to his teammate, picking up the first one again.

"It's just arsenal. Try this one. I think it's clothes."

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Shouldering the lighter bag Ric headed to the holding crate towards the front of the plane, favouring the shoulder that hadn't been jerked so violently by the weight of the previous bag.

"Sure it weren't your stash of twinkies because if it is... seriously... share. Or else I'll sing for the whole flight."

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"Damn it..." Fred exclaimed, though he could not help laughing. "You drive a hard bargain, ya beaner."

He nudged the bag.

"I'm tellin' the truth. It's clothes. But when I do get out the snacks, I'm sure we can... arrange somethin'."