the desert rose in bloom (locked to spikyflyboy)

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It came about as she was in the middle of training with Wade. Emma wanted to see Haylie in her office, and when she got there, Worth was waiting. An hour later, they were on a plane to Nevada on some hush hush recovery mission with orders to limit the body count, not get caught, and bring back some special plane

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[spikyflyboy]

Since he'd been called in on a brief with Miss Frost, the plans and details she had for the covert ops air craft laid out while she questioned if he could fly it [it was a glorified Learjet, truth be told, and those were like riding a bike after you got into a Raptor] before calling in his team mate for this assignment. A friendly face was appreciated in the regard

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Haylie couldn't help the laugh that escaped her at the snarky rock comment, shaking her head as she shifted her pack on her shoulder and started off in the direction they were apparently supposed to be going.

"I think we'll be lucky if y'don't die from heat exhaustion before we even reach the place." She replied dryly, although she was truly concerned about Jane's welfare on this mission. "Make sure y'keep drinkin' water." Of which there were half a dozen bottles in her bag.

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"Don't worry," Jane smirked, pushing his own glasses up his nose, ignoring the sand in his hair, "I'm made of tougher stuff." He was fairly lucky that his assignments in the desert never really lasted long, and when it came to Iraq he'd mostly been out of the country or in the air.

Packing his GPS into one of the pockets in his tact vest, gun holstered on his hip. "Should we indulge in 'My little eye' until we get there?" Jane wasn't used to two people teams, he usually ran with a group of six for ground assaults. But then again, two man would probably prove easier for a covert op.

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"Good t'know. Last mission I was on, Pyro and I got shot by Hendley. Why they thought sendin' the mutant hunter with a history of homicidal tendencies on a recovery mission with the kid he's been tryin' to kill since before I got here is beyond me." Sneering at the memory of it, she shakes her head and scoffs in disgust just thinking about it. "I'll be happy if we get through this without you gettin' shot." Because if Jane got shot on the mission, Haylie was going to start to think that she was cursed.

Walking alongside Jane, she shot a look of disapproval his way and resisted the urge to pinch her nose. "Dude, if you start playin' I-Spy out here, I'm gonna seriously consider lettin' you dehydrate out here."