Mercenaries at the door

[mitochondriaaya]

Sometimes a man simply had to check in on his girls. They'd run a mission in Canada and the college was ENTIRELY on the way back after all...and the team wanted to see the girls too and...

...and Nevada couldn't really shake their last letter from his head. The girls were living with some unvetted young men and that could prove problematic. The helicopter set down in on the school pad (usually used for medivac units) and Nevada swung to the ground, waving off one of the school aides coming out to greet him,

He had an address. And a mission.

And after a quick run, well, a door to knock on. The pair of mercs that had followed him chuckled at the politeness but hey, it never hurt right?

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Certru sounds like the best bet then," he admitted. "No use taking a large group to a place where the food isn't up to par." Cook would kill them if they ate low quality stuff while out.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Right." Braig said, "Let me go chase Dilan up to get a regular shirt on instead of the wife-beater."

[mitochondriaaya]

He shrugged, happy with whatever really. "I'll be bringing two obvious mercenaries. He can wear what he likes."

[sliceitwithwind]

"No, he can't." Braig said wryly, standing to go chase his boyfriend to the bedroom for shirt changing, "It's a social norms thing, not a you thing. I want him to be in the habit of wearing more in restaurants."

[mitochondriaaya]

"That is perfectly fair then," household rules were household rules! And he was happy to wait...

...the girls got home before the boys were back down again. "Perry and Marc are outside! NEVADA!" was the general, happy call as they dropped gear i order to hug him! Hugs were important.

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig took the time to go hunt Pierce down and get him to close Sheeva up and come join the rest of them.

Dilan wandered out with his hair in a pony-tail and a nice button-down shirt. "Welcome home Aya, Maya."

[mitochondriaaya]

The girls had settled on the couch, one on either side of Nevada when the boys came down. "Hello Dilan. Braig." Aya greeted with a smile.

"Nevada says you didn't kill each other!" Maya laughed.

[sliceitwithwind]

"...No?" Dilan said, confused, "Was...that a possibility?"

"No, dude, it's fine."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya reached across Nevada to smack her sister upside the head then climbed to her feet. "No Dilan, he was teasing us and she carried it on. C'mon, I'll introduce you to Perry and Marc outside!"

Maya snorted and rubbed her head dramatically for a moment, "Sorry."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh." Filed away into weird things people say and dismissing the necessity of making bio-weaponry tailored to Nevada. "Okay, Aya."

Braig grinned at Nevada and shrugged.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya trotted over to hook her arm in Dilan's, the better to steer him outside for introductions! She was grinning ear to ear and obviously excited, and the two men outside were grinning almost as bright when hey popped outside. "Perry on the left, electronic securities and grid programming, Marc, sniping and piloting!"

"Aya!" The laughed. "First aid and letter writing!"

Aya facepalmed "I'm sorry I forgot this week!"

Inside Nevada chuckled and looped an arm over Maya's shoulders before climbing to his feet.

[sliceitwithwind]

Pierce turned to the securities guy and immediately engaged him in conversation. Dilan smiled vaguely and said, "Can't you do both?"

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya laughed and patted Dilan's arm, "They were teasing, meaning we forgot to write to them so we're falling down on our job kind of." Sort of. SHE WAS SORRY!

"Why are they complaining? They got to visit!" Maya laughed from the doorway as the rest came out of the house.

[sliceitwithwind]

"...I'm confused." Dilan said slowly, "Why is it your job?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Because as long as we write they don't worry," Aya admitted, her cheeks going red.

"It's a lot like having a whole troop of parents."

"FAVORITE UNCLES!" Marc corrected. "At least us. The ladies in the group can be what they want to you!"

"Not helping!" Aya laughed.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh." Dilan blinked at them, "Then you should write. Relatives worry."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I meant to..." Aya admitted.

"Then pop quiz." Maya chimed in. "Half the class ended up with second and third degree burns."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan frowned, then lit up, "I could have Pierce help make an alarm to remind you to write..." Red alert, science is happening!

[mitochondriaaya]

"No, we're good!" Aya looked a little worried for a moment! "Just fine! Really!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh. Okay." Suddenly he was far less interested in the conversation, alas. No science.

Braig stepped out and shook his head at the scene. He could spot Dilan's Been told no face a mile away.

[mitochondriaaya]

'No' was a GOOD THING TO TELL DILAN.

A lot.

"C'mon, don't look like that!" Maya laughed and took Dilan's other arm. "We're going for food at a place we've never been. And you get a helicopter ride!"

Aya shook her head and held her other hand out to Braig and Nevada.

[sliceitwithwind]

The words helicopter ride did serve to perk him up, "I got clearance?"

He'd. Had trouble with that. Braig smiled and let Nevada take Aya's hand...he didn't want to be shot.

[mitochondriaaya]

"We're not crossing any state lines or country boundaries," Nevada noted with amusement. "Anyone can jaunt." As long as they had a helicopter. Aya wrapped an arm happily around her uncle and let him take lead.

Maya just grinned from ear to ear and bounced a little beside Dilan. "Let's make sure you can handle flight before we get full clearances! Some people don't like it!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh! Okay." Dilan smiled, that sweet, sweet smile of his that made him look young and innocent, "I've never been allowed up before. I think I'll like it."

"Dilan tends to like new things."

[mitochondriaaya]

Maya grinned and mock-dragged the larger men ahead of group. It was fun to be excited!

And Nevada arched an eyebrow down at Aya. "We like him," she shrugged. "Nothing intense, but it's nice to see him happy."

"Be careful," their uncle rumbled softly. "Watch your sister."