Lilah kept herself quiet, motioning a group behind her to go. Her mask was a bit of an annoyance though, but it was the only cover they would have to get out of this place and get these soldiers back to their families. "Hurry up." One of them pushed the other in front of him. Lilah was nervous, and wasn't going to deal with such actions. So she reacted before fully thinking it through in her head.
Lilah's hand grabbed his shoulder, and he gritted his teeth. "Don't push or you will be last. After me." The soldier grumbled something and Lilah let go, knowing there was little time left before the real operatives of Cobra would realize that she wasn't a part of Cobra and that Annabelle Myuu doesn't exist as far as they're concerned. She began walking, going down the hall calmly even though her heart was being hard and fast. It was a lesson she learned when she was small. Hold you head high and don't let anyone know.
She had all of them handcuffed, but she was a paranoid being. Lilah may have had them cuffed, but she wanted to get out with as little attention as possible. Especially if they decided that she was a bit fishy and out of place and not supposed to be there at all. Lilah took a deep breath, confirming that the hallway was clear. Once again, she motioned then forward. They were halfway across, and she grabbed the links with her hand.
"What are you doing?" The voice and the person it belonged to seemed to appear out of no where. Lilah turned back to him. She kept her mouth shut. "I asked a question. What are you doing?" Lilah fought the urge to glare at him. She had to keep a stoic face and not let anything he said or questioned bother her. She was just a soldier. Just a damned soldier who's will rested in orders from people of higher rank.
"Transporting the prisoner Joes. Boss wanted to keep it on the down low." The man stared at her, and she felt oddly invaded. Her anger melted away, and she felt like a normal girl for once. "I have the orders to move them, sir. I ask that you please move. Commander knows that the Joes have access to someone fully capable of sneaking in."
"What is your name?"
"Annabelle Myuu," Lilah said without hesitation. Lilah kept eye contact with him, dropping the chain on accident. "Sir, if you would move."
"Why are you the only escort?" Lilah didn't want to make a point.
"He wants as few people to know as possible. I have the situation under control." Her voice had more force, desperation taking over as she knew that within the next five minutes that they would know she isn't Cobra. The man gave her a moment look before he let her pass.
Lilah grabbed the chain, pulling on it roughly. She kept walking, noting that all of the Joes disconnected eye contact when they passed by the man, their gazes filled with too much hopelessness to be real. Lilah briefly wondered what he had done to receive such a reaction and then decided it wasn't her business. She went into the next hallways before pulling out a device. "Where's my baby?" she murmured.
She led them through a series of hallways, a maze in her eyes. But she didn't have much of a sense of direction, so it didn't surprise her too much. She had all of the men on and was about to take off when a siren wailed through. There was a loud noise, and she diverted her attention to see the man from earlier with a squad of Cobra operatives, real ones this time. She pulled off the helmet, releasing her blonde hair and showing off her emerald green eyes. "Hold on boys. Try not to shit yourself."
Lilah was pushed back in her seat at the speed they were going, the payment for getting these men out. Behind her, the men were getting out missiles and other RPGs to knock her out of the sky. She waited for one to shoot and barrel rolled out of the way. A smirk decorated her features and she managed to get them in the sky after a few more attacks. "Everyone cool back there?"
"I think so!" It was the captain. "How'd you find us?"
"A certain General asked me to do it." Lilah stroked the plane. "Besides, how could I say no to getting this baby even if it was assassination? Normally that takes so much time and planning that I accept only money. I would've made an exception any day for this baby. Helps that it fits so many bloody people." Lilah set her course for the Sahara dessert. "Time to go home, boys."