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"Phoenix," someone violently shook her shoulder, "wake up! Aydan!" Aydan groggily opened her eyes mumbling incoherent sentences. She kept shaking the young woman until the pink-haired woman got fed up with her laziness and shoved her off of the bed. With a loud thud and a groan Aydan finally sobered up and got up, rubbing a sore elbow. "What the shit was that for?"

"You sleep like a freaking log!" Hypnos grumbled. She threw a rolled up shirt at Aydan's face. Aydan deftly caught the article before sending her roommate a glare.

"You don't have to attack me…" she grumbled once again, still a little peeved in the method used to wake her up. Hypnos ignored the comment, "We've got a briefing right now." She headed out of Aydan's room and started walking down the hallway. Aydan's room was a modest room, nothing spectacular about it unless you counted the various band posters and pictures on the walls. It was on the second floor of the warehouse two doors down from Carter's room. Hypnos had the 'privilege' of sleeping next door to her; she absolutely abhorred it.

"Isn't it a little sudden?" Aydan inquired as she hurried to catch up to her pink-haired colleague. "I know that we have to leave a day early but…" Hypnos gave her fellow associate a bored look, "Weren't you listening at dinner?" Aydan gave a sheepish grin to which Hypnos gave her another fed up look. "Of course not, why would you pay attention."

"Hey, I resent that." Hypnos just rolled her eyes and walked as fast as she could to the meeting room, leaving a flustered Aydan behind.

"Nice to know that you'll join us, Aydan," Carter said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and was sorely tempted to flip him the bird but she resisted and took a seat in an empty chair next to Raymond. Rayne leaned forward from Raymond's other side as he gave her a cheeky grin in greeting. Aydan nodded and smiled in acknowledgment and settled back as Carter began to speak.

"Progress?" Aydan spoke up, "Rayne and Raymond can head out anytime, I'm done with their cloths. I'm pretty much done with Sniper's, now I just need to get my…dress ready." She spit the word 'dress' out with a grimace. Sniper snickered at her reaction before adding his input.

"The recon van is all set up," he turned towards Scorch and Hypnos, "You two should be fine while you're driving to the rendezvous point." Scorch, obviously couldn't get on a plane and fly to Boston with a suspicious package in tow and Hypnos didn't fare well with the 'obnoxious' people in economy class. Plus she had all the equipment she had to carry like her 'super' computer to hack into Namacov's security system and keep everything coordinated from afar. Carter nodded in approval and looked expectantly at Scorch; he was currently the problem child.

"Don't cha trust me?" Scorch asked adopting a faux American accent along with his arrogant grin. Carter sent him a glare that told him to quit playing around. He lost the grin but not the mischievous glow in his eyes. "It'll be set later today, just in time for us to leave tonight."

"Good."

"Were you doubting me?"

"Of course not, Scorch," Aydan smoothed things over between the two males by interjecting before either one took offense to something they might say. "How am I going to apply the …paste?" She wasn't exactly sure what to call it and went with the safest description of the strange concoction.

"I'll explain it to you at rendezvous."

"Why not now?" He shrugged, "Continuity, and besides it's not ready yet." She rolled her eyes but continued to look at him, expecting an answer.

"You don't show your unfinished works to people, do you?" Scorch asked her in a mock serious tone.

"Oh really, I don't think your mixtures count as works for people to view. This is cutting it a little close, don't you think, Scorch?" Aydan began to get a little frustrated at her friend's refusal to explain the situation.

"Just humor me will ya?" She acquiesced as she nodded but still had her doubts. There was something wrong. Scorch would take every opportunity to brag or boast his newest inventions, so why not now? She shook the thought off and looked back at Sniper who had started fidgeting, playing around with the chain around his neck that held his brother's dog tags.

Jayden Sinclair aka Sniper, didn't have any family except the people around him and possibly one last living relative: his brother, Alex. Alex was a troublemaker, involved with guns, drugs, and booze when he was younger but absolutely, irreversibly devoted to his 'baby bro', even before his time in the army. They were the only family they had left. So getting a letter of Alex's disappearance over Afghanistan was devastating. He was MIA presumed KIA along with two other members of his squad and the two pilots that were commandeering the Pave Low that went down.

Aydan frowned as she saw his nervous tic, his tell-all sign was him fumbling with the dog tags. Only certain things set it off; the man had nerves of steel after living with Carter and Scorch, but irrational fears got to everyone including him. She scoffed once she realized what had set it off. You have got to be kidding me, she thought to herself. She shook her head and sent him a reassuring grin. Sniper grimaced and shook his head and mouthed the word "flying".

Carter sent the two a glare and continued to go over some more technicalities with the team before adjourning the meeting for lunch. But before they each left, Carter handed out passports and fake IDs to Sniper, Aydan, and the rest of the team. The twins already had theirs; logging onto the jobs as Terrence and Matthew Cahill. Sniper checked out his ID and read: Damian Hawthorne, DOB 4/18/1988.

"I haven't been Damian in a long time," he remarked with a small grin. He flipped the ID around in his hands and remembered some of the fun times he had as Damian. "Remember the Ontario job?" he asked to nobody in particular.

"How could we forget that one?" Scorch asked. "First one we used a proper bomb in."

"The only one," Carter stated firmly which muffled Scorch's enthusiasm.

"Hey, at least we get to use your other…stuff?" Rayne added confused as to how to refer to the various gadgets they used that were created by Scorch. Scorch nodded absentmindedly at Rayne's comment but made a noise akin to a strangled choke when he saw his ID.

"Why the heck am I Nick Hascal?!" he asked holding the plastic card up in the air. "I thought I told you to burn this cover," he glared at Carter and then Hypnos. She supplied the IDs and any background information for the covers and Carter chose which covers would be used on a particular job. Everything had to fit together, the pieces, the steps, the backgrounds and references had to be up to speed if anybody were to snoop around. Carter and Hypnos worked over It together and made sure there were no screw-ups on their technical end to prevent the heist from going smoothly.

They would be heading out tomorrow on the eight o'clock flight to Boston to get set up before heading out of the bustling city. Namacov's mansion was a little ways out of the city requiring a little preparation on their part. Hypnos would be taking the reconnaissance van and meeting up with Scorch at a predetermined location, separate from Carter and the rest of the team. Scorch wouldn't be with Hypnos for obvious reasons but also because this job required two cars to be pulled off successfully. They would be heading off later in the day to make it in time. Carter and the rest had it easy, all they needed to do was get packed and catch a flight to Boston; although it was a pretty early flight to catch.

Aydan decided to catch lunch later, she still had to finish up Sniper's tux for the evening and pick out a dress for herself. She really shouldn't have been admonishing Scorch for cutting it a little close seeing how she was also not done with her part. Her workroom was generally quiet with the occasional song playing out or the whirring of the sewing machine; she was skilled with the needle and the sudden cry of pain that emerged was atypical.

Raymond had been walking by when he heard her whimper. He popped in just to make sure nothing was wrong, only to see Aydan staring at her finger as the crimson blood welled up at her fingertip. The blond, now turned chestnut, hurriedly walked in and picked up one of the many scraps of clothing and wrapped it around her finger. She ruefully smiled at him, "Sorry, I don't know what happened."

"Are you okay?" Raymond asked gazing at her in concern. She smiled ruefully up at him and quietly thanked him.

"I dunno," she said shaking her head, "I feel like….like something's off. Something's wrong." She shook her head drew in a breath giving a small chuckle, taking her hand out of his to push her hair behind her ear. Raymond looked up at her quizzically, completely baffled by her sudden mirth. She continued to shake her head and smile, "My guts usually wrong. Don't worry about my ramblings, Raymond. Just getting the jitters, like usual." He merely nodded, still not understanding her change in mood but smiled along with her. He gently stood her out her seat and lead her out of her workroom.

"Ray! I'm fine. I don't have time to take breaks, Ray!" Raymond ignored her protests with a merry twinkle in his mossy, impish eyes and proceeded to drag her towards the twin's lounge forgetting for a moment that they would be gone the next day and away to Boston.

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1 week ago

"Phoenix," someone violently shook her shoulder, "wake up! Aydan!" Aydan groggily opened her eyes mumbling incoherent sentences. She kept shaking the young woman until the pink-haired woman got fed up with her laziness and shoved her off of the bed. With a loud thud and a groan Aydan finally sobered up and got up, rubbing a sore elbow. "What the shit was that for?"

"You sleep like a freaking log!" Hypnos grumbled. She threw a rolled up shirt at Aydan's face. Aydan deftly caught the article before sending her roommate a glare.

"You don't have to attack me…" she grumbled once again, still a little peeved in the method used to wake her up. Hypnos ignored the comment, "We've got a briefing right now." She headed out of Aydan's room and started walking down the hallway. Aydan's room was a modest room, nothing spectacular about it unless you counted the various band posters and pictures on the walls. It was on the second floor of the warehouse two doors down from Carter's room. Hypnos had the 'privilege' of sleeping next door to her; she absolutely abhorred it.

"Isn't it a little sudden?" Aydan inquired as she hurried to catch up to her pink-haired colleague. "I know that we have to leave a day early but…" Hypnos gave her fellow associate a bored look, "Weren't you listening at dinner?" Aydan gave a sheepish grin to which Hypnos gave her another fed up look. "Of course not, why would you pay attention."

"Hey, I resent that." Hypnos just rolled her eyes and walked as fast as she could to the meeting room, leaving a flustered Aydan behind.

"Nice to know that you'll join us, Aydan," Carter said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and was sorely tempted to flip him the bird but she resisted and took a seat in an empty chair next to Raymond. Rayne leaned forward from Raymond's other side as he gave her a cheeky grin in greeting. Aydan nodded and smiled in acknowledgment and settled back as Carter began to speak.

"Progress?" Aydan spoke up, "Rayne and Raymond can head out anytime, I'm done with their cloths. I'm pretty much done with Sniper's, now I just need to get my…dress ready." She spit the word 'dress' out with a grimace. Sniper snickered at her reaction before adding his input.

"The recon van is all set up," he turned towards Scorch and Hypnos, "You two should be fine while you're driving to the rendezvous point." Scorch, obviously couldn't get on a plane and fly to Boston with a suspicious package in tow and Hypnos didn't fare well with the 'obnoxious' people in economy class. Plus she had all the equipment she had to carry like her 'super' computer to hack into Namacov's security system and keep everything coordinated from afar. Carter nodded in approval and looked expectantly at Scorch; he was currently the problem child.

"Don't cha trust me?" Scorch asked adopting a faux American accent along with his arrogant grin. Carter sent him a glare that told him to quit playing around. He lost the grin but not the mischievous glow in his eyes. "It'll be set later today, just in time for us to leave tonight."

"Good."

"Were you doubting me?"

"Of course not, Scorch," Aydan smoothed things over between the two males by interjecting before either one took offense to something they might say. "How am I going to apply the …paste?" She wasn't exactly sure what to call it and went with the safest description of the strange concoction.

"I'll explain it to you at rendezvous."

"Why not now?" He shrugged, "Continuity, and besides it's not ready yet." She rolled her eyes but continued to look at him, expecting an answer.

"You don't show your unfinished works to people, do you?" Scorch asked her in a mock serious tone.

"Oh really, I don't think your mixtures count as works for people to view. This is cutting it a little close, don't you think, Scorch?" Aydan began to get a little frustrated at her friend's refusal to explain the situation.

"Just humor me will ya?" She acquiesced as she nodded but still had her doubts. There was something wrong. Scorch would take every opportunity to brag or boast his newest inventions, so why not now? She shook the thought off and looked back at Sniper who had started fidgeting, playing around with the chain around his neck that held his brother's dog tags.

Jayden Sinclair aka Sniper, didn't have any family except the people around him and possibly one last living relative: his brother, Alex. Alex was a troublemaker, involved with guns, drugs, and booze when he was younger but absolutely, irreversibly devoted to his 'baby bro', even before his time in the army. They were the only family they had left. So getting a letter of Alex's disappearance over Afghanistan was devastating. He was MIA presumed KIA along with two other members of his squad and the two pilots that were commandeering the Pave Low that went down.

Aydan frowned as she saw his nervous tic, his tell-all sign was him fumbling with the dog tags. Only certain things set it off; the man had nerves of steel after living with Carter and Scorch, but irrational fears got to everyone including him. She scoffed once she realized what had set it off. You have got to be kidding me, she thought to herself. She shook her head and sent him a reassuring grin. Sniper grimaced and shook his head and mouthed the word "flying".

Carter sent the two a glare and continued to go over some more technicalities with the team before adjourning the meeting for lunch. But before they each left, Carter handed out passports and fake IDs to Sniper, Aydan, and the rest of the team. The twins already had theirs; logging onto the jobs as Terrence and Matthew Cahill. Sniper checked out his ID and read: Damian Hawthorne, DOB 4/18/1988.

"I haven't been Damian in a long time," he remarked with a small grin. He flipped the ID around in his hands and remembered some of the fun times he had as Damian. "Remember the Ontario job?" he asked to nobody in particular.

"How could we forget that one?" Scorch asked. "First one we used a proper bomb in."

"The only one," Carter stated firmly which muffled Scorch's enthusiasm.

"Hey, at least we get to use your other…stuff?" Rayne added confused as to how to refer to the various gadgets they used that were created by Scorch. Scorch nodded absentmindedly at Rayne's comment but made a noise akin to a strangled choke when he saw his ID.

"Why the heck am I Nick Hascal?!" he asked holding the plastic card up in the air. "I thought I told you to burn this cover," he glared at Carter and then Hypnos. She supplied the IDs and any background information for the covers and Carter chose which covers would be used on a particular job. Everything had to fit together, the pieces, the steps, the backgrounds and references had to be up to speed if anybody were to snoop around. Carter and Hypnos worked over It together and made sure there were no screw-ups on their technical end to prevent the heist from going smoothly.

They would be heading out tomorrow on the eight o'clock flight to Boston to get set up before heading out of the bustling city. Namacov's mansion was a little ways out of the city requiring a little preparation on their part. Hypnos would be taking the reconnaissance van and meeting up with Scorch at a predetermined location, separate from Carter and the rest of the team. Scorch wouldn't be with Hypnos for obvious reasons but also because this job required two cars to be pulled off successfully. They would be heading off later in the day to make it in time. Carter and the rest had it easy, all they needed to do was get packed and catch a flight to Boston; although it was a pretty early flight to catch.

Aydan decided to catch lunch later, she still had to finish up Sniper's tux for the evening and pick out a dress for herself. She really shouldn't have been admonishing Scorch for cutting it a little close seeing how she was also not done with her part. Her workroom was generally quiet with the occasional song playing out or the whirring of the sewing machine; she was skilled with the needle and the sudden cry of pain that emerged was atypical.

Raymond had been walking by when he heard her whimper. He popped in just to make sure nothing was wrong, only to see Aydan staring at her finger as the crimson blood welled up at her fingertip. The blond, now turned chestnut, hurriedly walked in and picked up one of the many scraps of clothing and wrapped it around her finger. She ruefully smiled at him, "Sorry, I don't know what happened."

"Are you okay?" Raymond asked gazing at her in concern. She smiled ruefully up at him and quietly thanked him.

"I dunno," she said shaking her head, "I feel like….like something's off. Something's wrong." She shook her head drew in a breath giving a small chuckle, taking her hand out of his to push her hair behind her ear. Raymond looked up at her quizzically, completely baffled by her sudden mirth. She continued to shake her head and smile, "My guts usually wrong. Don't worry about my ramblings, Raymond. Just getting the jitters, like usual." He merely nodded, still not understanding her change in mood but smiled along with her. He gently stood her out her seat and lead her out of her workroom.

"Ray! I'm fine. I don't have time to take breaks, Ray!" Raymond ignored her protests with a merry twinkle in his mossy, impish eyes and proceeded to drag her towards the twin's lounge forgetting for a moment that they would be gone the next day and away to Boston.