Amber tossed her short dark hair out of her face, as she kicked out at the stubborn oar that was lodged into the boat. She and the four fellow members of Alpha Force were having a holiday... again. But for the first time, she was commanding the mission; well maybe not. Amber sat on the stern of the small boat, a chart spread out over her lap, a compass in her hand.
Hex, Paulo and Alex were rummaging in the cabin for some supplies, while Li, being the smallest one flipped around, climbing the rigging. Amber felt a sense of deja vu, for that was what Li had done when they had first met. She smiled fondly, remembering quite how bitchy she was when she first met the group. Herself, not Li.
"Amused?" Alex walked towards her, holding a large toolbox, obviously belonging to Paulo.
"Oh, just the guy I needed, but I would actually need Paulo more, your expertise in fixing things does not go down well, especially when you are simply poking around." sneered Amber, only half joking. Alex looked hurt, but then laughed, remembering that she had been way worse before. Amber's eyes flicked over to her watch, and as usual, reached for her belt pouch to get her insulin, before yelling to Hex to relieve her from her shift.
Hex stepped down from the cabin, with Paulo trailing behind, his trademark smile and lazy attitude as prominent as usual. Briskly, he plonked down on the stern and began patching up the boat, gently sticking his tools in gaps. Hex sat down and began to read the maps. He pulled out his state-of-the-art palmtop and began to hook onto the sattelite.
As the day grew warmer, the gang began to feel drowsy. As they were sailing the Indian Ocean, they were all severely jet-lagged, apart from Li who was now currently based in Tokyo, but even if she was, she had so much energy that it made Paulo want to siesta just looking at her lithe figure.
Hex stared out into the seemingly endless view of the ocean. He felt sleepy. As his shift droned on and on, he felt his eyes closing.
A/N: This is my first fic... pls review!