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xp_logsNathan and Moira land in Edinburgh, and Bridge escorts them to their 'ride'.
Moira stepped through the terminal gate at Edinburgh, Scotland and couldn't help but smile as she shifted her carry on bag to the other shoulder. It wasn't something she'd really admit, but it was good to hear voices all around prattling in a proper Scottish accent. No matter from what part of Scotland you hailed from. A glance back over her shoulder let her know that Nathan was almost right behind her and she shot him a grin as he reached for her hand.
The link made it sure they wouldn't get separated in at least one way, but they both preferred the old fashioned way of not getting torn apart from each other, as well. They edged through the crowd, Moira standing up on tip toe every now and then, trying to spot either Dom or Theo, the two most easily spottable people in the group. Granted, she reminded herself dryly, they probably wouldn't be conspicuous about it; they did do this for a living,
Nathan was smiling, more in reaction to Moira's suppressed glee than anything else. The flight had been long - he detested commercial flights with a passion - and he was very stiff. Even first-class seats didn't really have enough room for someone his size. Still, the little suppressed yelp of happiness Moira had given as the plane had touched Scottish ground had been worth it, he reasoned. Even if the rest of the visit went downhill from here.
#Over there,# he murmured on the link, spotting a familiar shaved head over by a door marked 'Airport Maintenance Only', even before he managed to focus on G.W.'s mind in the crowd. Moira followed the direction of his gaze, then looked back at him and nodded, leading the way over as he brought up the rear, carrying their bags.
"Are we lost? In need of directions?" G.W. said with a broad grin, in his best - which was to say execrable - Scottish accent as they reached him. Nathan rolled his eyes, while Moira looked rather appalled, and he chuckled, holding the door open for them. "Out this way," he said, gesturing for them to precede him.
"I see we're avoiding customs again," Nathan said dryly as Bridge led them through what appeared to be a supply room, then out another door and into one of the hangars. "Funny how that always seems to be the case."
"O', this is a side o' th' airport I've never seen before," Moira said, chuckling a little bit as they emerged into the hangar. "Ye give such lovely sight seein', Bridge, ye really should look int' tha' line o' work." She paused, mock-glared at him. "Ye ever do a tha' bad o' a Scottish accent again, I'll 'ave ta 'urt ye, I'm afraid." She blinked as they reached the open doors of the hangar and she saw what was waiting for them on the tarmac. 'Ooo, tha's a nice 'elicopter..."
Nathan saw it, and gave Bridge a level look. "Oh, very discreet. You just had to bring the Blackhawk, didn't you?"
"I like the Blackhawk," Bridge protested, reaching out to take one of the bags - Moira's, from the look of it - from him. "Besides, no one looked at us twice. Money talks around here." He grinned at Moira. "A universal truth, Moira. I'm not trying to run down your countrymen."
She sniffed and pretended to be offended as he started to load up the bags, but then grinned. "Run them down? 'ardly. I think we Scots invented money talkin'. Amazin' wha' ye can get away wit' sometimes." Moira glanced at the Blackhawk and then back at Bridge. "Let me guess...th' slight rockin' is from Theo bein' forced ta sit still by Dom?"
"Hi, Moira," Domino called from the pilot's seat. "Come up front with me. The boys can have the back."
"Moira!" rumbled Theo, reaching down an enormous paw to take the bags from Bridge. "You look good, doc!" Next, he glowered at Nathan, an expression that looked rather more alarming on his bearish face that it was probably intended to be. "And I'm very annoyed with you, Nathan." His face split in an enormous, no less annoying grin. "You didn't come back with her so we could celebrate you getting some sense!" With that, he reached out to Moira, and very delicately pulled her aboard.
Laughing as she suddenly found herself onboard and then barely a second later, engulfed in a gentle hug from Theo, Moira hugged him back, incredibly pleased to see him again. Theo was a complete sweatheart, always had been, and had been the first of the Pack to feel like a friend, apart from Nathan of course. "Yer lookin' good yerself," she commented, grinning up at him as she scooted around his bulk after the hug ended. "Still givin' Bridge grey 'airs, I expect?" She popped up front and grinned at Dom. "Lon' time nay see. Boys drivin' ye insane yet?"
"Oh, I have these two pretty thoroughly toilet-trained," Domino said idly, reaching over to help her with the harness. "Gar and Vasily are still attempting to age me before my time, though."
In the back, Nathan detached himself from Theo, who was definitely in a very huggy mood, and helped G.W. stow the rest of the bags as Dom ran through her pre-flight checks. G.W. kept giving him intent little sideways looks, and Nathan finally grinned. "Quit it," he said softly. "I'm fine."
"Really?" G.W. said, just as quietly. Nate looked so much better than he had, but still... there was something different, and he wasn't sure what.
"Really."
Moira cast a quick glance backwards at the men as she felt the link shift a little. Nathan gave a small, softer smile and she nodded before turning back around. She gazed at the controls and shook her head. "Good Lord, more switches an' buttons in 'ere than most o' th' labs I've seen."
"Helicopters are fun," Domino said with far too much relish. "Great terrain between here and Muir, too. Should be a blast." She grinned sideways at Moira, almost rakishly. "Just hope we don't run out of fuel!" she called back a little more loudly as she started the rotors, then handed one of the headsets to Moira.
Moira slipped the headphones on and shook her head. "'Tis never a good sign when th' pilot sounds like she's more'n 'appy ta run out o' fuel jus' because it sounds like it would be fun," she commented, the noise drowning out her words.
Moira stepped through the terminal gate at Edinburgh, Scotland and couldn't help but smile as she shifted her carry on bag to the other shoulder. It wasn't something she'd really admit, but it was good to hear voices all around prattling in a proper Scottish accent. No matter from what part of Scotland you hailed from. A glance back over her shoulder let her know that Nathan was almost right behind her and she shot him a grin as he reached for her hand.
The link made it sure they wouldn't get separated in at least one way, but they both preferred the old fashioned way of not getting torn apart from each other, as well. They edged through the crowd, Moira standing up on tip toe every now and then, trying to spot either Dom or Theo, the two most easily spottable people in the group. Granted, she reminded herself dryly, they probably wouldn't be conspicuous about it; they did do this for a living,
Nathan was smiling, more in reaction to Moira's suppressed glee than anything else. The flight had been long - he detested commercial flights with a passion - and he was very stiff. Even first-class seats didn't really have enough room for someone his size. Still, the little suppressed yelp of happiness Moira had given as the plane had touched Scottish ground had been worth it, he reasoned. Even if the rest of the visit went downhill from here.
#Over there,# he murmured on the link, spotting a familiar shaved head over by a door marked 'Airport Maintenance Only', even before he managed to focus on G.W.'s mind in the crowd. Moira followed the direction of his gaze, then looked back at him and nodded, leading the way over as he brought up the rear, carrying their bags.
"Are we lost? In need of directions?" G.W. said with a broad grin, in his best - which was to say execrable - Scottish accent as they reached him. Nathan rolled his eyes, while Moira looked rather appalled, and he chuckled, holding the door open for them. "Out this way," he said, gesturing for them to precede him.
"I see we're avoiding customs again," Nathan said dryly as Bridge led them through what appeared to be a supply room, then out another door and into one of the hangars. "Funny how that always seems to be the case."
"O', this is a side o' th' airport I've never seen before," Moira said, chuckling a little bit as they emerged into the hangar. "Ye give such lovely sight seein', Bridge, ye really should look int' tha' line o' work." She paused, mock-glared at him. "Ye ever do a tha' bad o' a Scottish accent again, I'll 'ave ta 'urt ye, I'm afraid." She blinked as they reached the open doors of the hangar and she saw what was waiting for them on the tarmac. 'Ooo, tha's a nice 'elicopter..."
Nathan saw it, and gave Bridge a level look. "Oh, very discreet. You just had to bring the Blackhawk, didn't you?"
"I like the Blackhawk," Bridge protested, reaching out to take one of the bags - Moira's, from the look of it - from him. "Besides, no one looked at us twice. Money talks around here." He grinned at Moira. "A universal truth, Moira. I'm not trying to run down your countrymen."
She sniffed and pretended to be offended as he started to load up the bags, but then grinned. "Run them down? 'ardly. I think we Scots invented money talkin'. Amazin' wha' ye can get away wit' sometimes." Moira glanced at the Blackhawk and then back at Bridge. "Let me guess...th' slight rockin' is from Theo bein' forced ta sit still by Dom?"
"Hi, Moira," Domino called from the pilot's seat. "Come up front with me. The boys can have the back."
"Moira!" rumbled Theo, reaching down an enormous paw to take the bags from Bridge. "You look good, doc!" Next, he glowered at Nathan, an expression that looked rather more alarming on his bearish face that it was probably intended to be. "And I'm very annoyed with you, Nathan." His face split in an enormous, no less annoying grin. "You didn't come back with her so we could celebrate you getting some sense!" With that, he reached out to Moira, and very delicately pulled her aboard.
Laughing as she suddenly found herself onboard and then barely a second later, engulfed in a gentle hug from Theo, Moira hugged him back, incredibly pleased to see him again. Theo was a complete sweatheart, always had been, and had been the first of the Pack to feel like a friend, apart from Nathan of course. "Yer lookin' good yerself," she commented, grinning up at him as she scooted around his bulk after the hug ended. "Still givin' Bridge grey 'airs, I expect?" She popped up front and grinned at Dom. "Lon' time nay see. Boys drivin' ye insane yet?"
"Oh, I have these two pretty thoroughly toilet-trained," Domino said idly, reaching over to help her with the harness. "Gar and Vasily are still attempting to age me before my time, though."
In the back, Nathan detached himself from Theo, who was definitely in a very huggy mood, and helped G.W. stow the rest of the bags as Dom ran through her pre-flight checks. G.W. kept giving him intent little sideways looks, and Nathan finally grinned. "Quit it," he said softly. "I'm fine."
"Really?" G.W. said, just as quietly. Nate looked so much better than he had, but still... there was something different, and he wasn't sure what.
"Really."
Moira cast a quick glance backwards at the men as she felt the link shift a little. Nathan gave a small, softer smile and she nodded before turning back around. She gazed at the controls and shook her head. "Good Lord, more switches an' buttons in 'ere than most o' th' labs I've seen."
"Helicopters are fun," Domino said with far too much relish. "Great terrain between here and Muir, too. Should be a blast." She grinned sideways at Moira, almost rakishly. "Just hope we don't run out of fuel!" she called back a little more loudly as she started the rotors, then handed one of the headsets to Moira.
Moira slipped the headphones on and shook her head. "'Tis never a good sign when th' pilot sounds like she's more'n 'appy ta run out o' fuel jus' because it sounds like it would be fun," she commented, the noise drowning out her words.
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