Nate rolled his eyes as his team bickered over the comms.
"Hell naw, man, I am not gonna do this." The hacker shivered at the very thought of what his teammates suggested.
Eliot sighed from his post behind the building as backup. "Damnit Hardison, I just took out half a dozen Russian mercenaries, I ain't about ta let ya jeopardize the con 'cause the mark hurt your feelings!
Parker interjected with an even tone. "Yeah, as long as you bottle up your feelings and never think about them, you'll be fine. Look at me, I'm perfectly normal."
Silence rang out.
Sophie's amused voice chirped up over the earbuds. "Parker, dear, do me a favor and focus on cutting the wires, hmm?"
"No way in hell am I sacrificing my morals for a con. No way, no how. My Nana raised me better than that, yessir."
"Would you quit mumbling and get on with it?" And there was that signature Eliot Spencer growl.
"Ya know what, I don't see why I should have to put up with a grumpy, sassy pretty-boy with a bad sense of fashion."
Nate scrambled to end the bantering before their resident hitter took it upon himself to find the geek and scare him to death with half-joking threats.
"Okay, that's enough you two. I want everyone to focus on the con."
"Easy for you to say," Eliot grumbled. "You don't have to put up with him rambling about how the mark dissed a medical practitioner flying in a phone booth."
"Damn, you are way off. He's a Timelord named the Doctor and he flies the TARDIS disguised as a '60s Police Box! He's not even-"
"You need a doctor, son."
"Well ain't you clever."
"BOYS!" The mastermind, grifter, and thief yelled in exasperation. Nate shook his head and smiled, amused by his team's antics. He hoped this would never end.