#maskedoff

@maskedoff asked: “ way to be incognito. ” / from enzo.

helicopter touches down, sending dust scattering across the concrete landscape as mara steadies herself behind the pilot's seat. she reaches out to grasp rafi's offered fist, a familiar gesture of affection between them, and a gentle squeeze is given in return. " viaje seguro ( safe journey ), " she tells him through her headset before removing it and passing it over. swiftly, she's off the transport and trekking her way towards the waiting squad. mara hadn't travelled with them, had yet to be acquainted and, certainly from a refined and sharp-edge soldier's perspective, she's fucking late.

then again, not much can be done when aircrafts are involved — especially considering rafi had to avoid certain routes to ensure enemy forces didn't spot them and attempt to shoot them down. nevertheless, her approach is confident on the surface and visibly she appears ready for business. way to be incognito. the remark catches her off-guard, steady gaze flicking in its direction. enzo is immediately recognised, his faced already stored in a neat little file within her brain of those she's met, briefly or for a lengthy period of time.

he is neither. she'd spent time previously with him, during her first year of warcom, when csor had been training urzikstan liberation force fighters. she's two years older, now, and had since overseen countless missions. this one would soon be added to the list. " nice to know there's some familiar faces on my team today, " mara points out, acknowledging him through maintained eye contact, " not as nice to have to see them, " follows, a playful dig but equally a reminder. make me look bad and i'll make you look worse. there's no visible tension in her form as she steps up to consider the rest of them.

@maskedoff asked: “ ain't no secret government agencies worried about us. ” / from cole.

arms cross over chest, lips pursed with smugness tweaking their corners. it's never a pleasure to see cole, but he's reactive in a lot of ways, it's like placing meat into a lion's den except the meat walks in all by itself. it's unclear what he wants — trouble, a chat, help. all things she's not prone to offering or handing out, not without something in return. thus, mara playfully rocks on her heels as he pitches his idea to her.

surprisingly, there's no mention of a trade. he informs her of activity in new york that could relate to al-qatala ( hook, line and fucking sinker ) — and when she asks how he knows, he says he's seen it first hand. " government's not gonna like that, " mara begins, tilting her head, " you're not on santa's nice list, walker. doesn't look good, someone like you around a group like that. "

cole explains that they're not going to find out, and with that comes the true pitch. that mara go with him, to put a stop to whatever they're working on. wonders what he could possibly hope to obtain from such a mission. " you're asking me to go rogue, " is a toneless observation. an arched brow is sharp to express her intrigue, however. ain't no secret government agencies worried about us. that forces a single HA! from her. " maybe not you, chamo. let's just say i have a certain, " accent impressively shifts, " je ne sais quoi that makes me a very real threat to them. "