"Don't call it that."

"What? The good 'ol Noxy-Boxy? The Nox Pox? The-" Jaimie was interrupted by the sound of gunfire from somewhere beyond the drop zone.

"404? Notch?" Doc's voice sounded panicked as it rang over the radio, "Evac is in 5! I need covering fire over here!"

Jaimie leapt down from her vantage point and sprinted to the crest of the hill overlooking Doc's position. She clicked a button and her Tiger Shark expanded with a whirring click.

"404!" she called out and Wes's head appeared from a high building to her left, "What can you tell me?"

"Looks like they've got reinforcements. Radio chatter makes it sound like at least 20. Closing in on Doc and Dokka quickly."

"Shit-" Jaimie leaned over the concrete of the wall in front of her and scanned the street. She could see Doc and Dokka, pinned behind a barrier as gunfire rained on them, "I'll take out their equipment!"

"I've got you covered- I'll reroute their backup!" Wes called and Jaimie offered her a thumbs up before aiming down the sights of her bow.

She let an arrow fly into the crowd and heard one of the Masks drop with a scream. She waited for a beat before activating the EMP Pulse and watched as they all stared down at their tech in confusion.

"Ha! Fuck you!"

"Backup chopper is rerouted- I can probably keep their satcoms off us for about ten minutes, max," Wes glanced down at the chaos in the street as Doc and Dokka took advantage of it and moved to the alleyway.

--

"Merci, mon ami," Doc was panting, bent over with his hands braced on his knees, "if not for the two of you...." he trailed off and Jaimie patted him, hard, on the back.

"You two work well together," Dokka grinned and Wes nudged Jaimie in the ribs with a smirk, "Harry wasn't sure it'd be a good mix of tech and, well, anti-tech."

--

The wind down after a mission was always difficult.

Jaimie felt as if she was vibrating with excess energy, and Ace wasn't due back for at least a day or so, so she couldn't even bother him.

That meant that there was only one solution.

Jaimie knocked on the door of Wes's quarters and waited for a moment before rapping on the steel once more. When it swung open, Wes stared at her, confused, her hair tousled and a plain black t-shirt draped over her figure.

"Jaimie? What is it?"

Jaimie cleared her throat and brandished a set of DVDs in one hand and a case of beer in the other. Wes squinted at the covers for a moment before grinning at the sight-

Three of the Leprechaun films were clutched in Jaimie's fingers.

"Oh, so you've finally come to appreciate fine cinema with me?"

"Well, the five dollar bin at Walmart was picked pretty clean...it was this or Demolition Man," Jaimie shrugged with mock dismissiveness.