I don't own GI Joe. Or any of the countries mentioned. Also, the world problems mentioned are not meant to be real (other than that they draw from certain issues that I have made more severe).

I've made an attempt at a realistic army unit. So although some characters seemed more shallow in the comics or shows, I've made them a bit more insightful and realistic. If there is anyone that seems just entirely OOC let me know please!

Thank you for reading and thanks to Karama9 for beta-ing!

GI Joe Conference Room

7:30 PM

"At ease, take a seat."

General Hawk sat in his chair at the front of the room, behind the projector. The lights in the room were dim so the images could be seen, and those pictures were certainly grim. They had been collected from various sources, some Hawk was sure were less than trustworthy. However, the images had been authenticated and declared to be un-shopped from GI Joe's own department; Mainframe had checked the coding himself. After seeing a few of the stills, Hawk had wished that the pictures had not been authenticated. Horrible massacres caught on film; children slaughtered with butcher knives, women trampled to death in a stampede, the burnt ruins of the once magnificent Rome. It looked surreal; Hawk had seen more than his fair share of combat situations. Somehow, there seemed to be a level of disorder that wasn't a normal component of war. These attacks seemed frantic and desperate, but also prearranged and strategic.

"Cobra seems to be expanding their reach," Hawk flipped off the images of the attacks and changed the screen to a grainy picture of the Baroness. "This image was taken in France in a district known as Belleville. As far as we know, this is the area where the new terrorist group has emerged. Other than that, we know very little. For all we know as of now, it could just be another branch of Cobra."

"Baroness was captured in this picture around noon on the day of the attacks. We have possible sightings of her around Belleville, but since we have no way to be certain, we cannot take these alleged sightings as proof. But I can promise that the Baroness's new location and this new group's showing up is no coincidence."

Hawk flipped the slideshow to a map of France, focusing on the Belleview district. "Now the French say they have been up and down this area, but they have not detected any suspicious behavior that is out of the ordinary. But France doesn't have our skills and equipment."

Hawk motioned to the Joes gathered around the conference table. "I have created the following teams according to skill sets and the specific demands of the missions. Hammer Team will be going into Africa to assist the UN peacekeepers and the African armies. Your team leader will be BeachHead. The team members will be Snake Eyes, Roadblock, Wild Bill, Lady Jaye, Gung-Ho, Lifeline, and Steeler."

"Echo Team will be going into India to control the rebellion before they stage a coup. Team leader will be Duke and Ace, Storm Shadow, Cover Girl, Tripwire, Doc, Dusty, and Rock N' Roll will be team members."

"Tango Team will be going into the Belleview district in France. This is an intelligence lead mission; Scarlett will be lead. Team members will be Clutch, Stalker, Mainframe, Slipstream, and Flint."

General Hawk was not blind to the ties in his unit; he saw and accepted the violations of the fraternization regulations that other generals may have called egregious. But there was little he could do, and as long as it did not impede on his soldiers' ability to get the job done, there was no reason to tamper with an issue that he would eventually lose. Hawk knew how short life could be in the military and how much these people put on the line, and he knew that they also deserved to be able to find love and solace in one another. But when he could, he tended to aim towards separating them in missions. Not because he was worried that the relationships would cause blunders or misinterpretations, but to make difficult decisions easier for everyone. Hawk knew that if given the opportunity to decide, the Joes may have picked different teammates. But he knew his soldiers; he knew their strengths and weaknesses. The teams he had chosen would be the most effective.

The team leaders approached Hawk, each accepting the duty he was placing on them. It had been a while since GI Joe had been called upon to deal with something other than Cobra directly. Now, although Hawk was certain the Commander had some sort of agenda in all of this, the Joes were being deployed to fight rebellions in other countries. All of the soldiers were experienced and prepared, but it still held somewhat of a different feel. Hawk could remember when he had known very little about Cobra, other than that it was a terrorist organization. It felt like new territory, dangerous and undiscovered. The anxiety that came with not knowing exactly what they would be dealing with, or moreover, who they would be dealing with, and their ability to put that aside is what made them Joes. Hawk knew they would handle this operation just as they would handle anything else.

"All of you will reconvene in an hour in the proper conference rooms. Dismissed."

The Joes stood and filtered out of the room, speaking softly about the images seen, speculations of how the missions would turn out, and who was really behind all of this.

"All right. Here are your individual mission files. They contain maps of the area, suggest routes and places to avoid, and people you need to know." General Hawk looked at BeachHead, who was sifting through the files, his brow drawn under the balaclava. "For you, the maps will be particularly important. You'll want to avoid any areas that have been marked red. Outback created those maps specifically for this mission, and the red areas contain particularly violent tribes and places already hit. When you get there, you're going to want to help." Hawk waited until BeachHead was done giving the maps a once over and looked back up. "It is important that you do not get held back by trying to assist places that have already been hit. Your goal is to halt any further damage. You go to where the insurgents are currently."

BeachHead nodded, rubbing the back on his neck with his hand. "Yes sir. Avoid the red areas and keep moving forward. Do we have a potential timeline here? They seemed unorganized but ah know they must have some sort of goal."

"Well, from what the ambassador from Zimbabwe said, the rebels are extremely disgruntled citizens. They seem to be moving towards the larger cities. We can only conclude that their goal is to take down as many of the governments in Africa as they can. However, with the amount of people being killed on the way to the city, it's almost safe to say that this is rearing toward genocide. They attack those who do not join them." Hawk circled an area on the map, stabbing it with his pen. "This city right here is most likely where they will be when you arrive. It's the city before they reach the government offices in Zimbabwe. If you are able to stop them there, then you can give the government officials time to relocate before the rebels strike again."

"Yes sir. I'll brief them and we'll leave in the mornin'." BeachHead sighed at some of the pictures in his file, stopping for a moment when a pile of bodies stacked on top of each other caught his eye. A little girl, doll still clutched in her hand, was sprawled on the bottom. Her face had been made unrecognizable by lacerations. BeachHead snarled. "It'll be mah pleasure ta kill every last one of the bastards."

Normally, Hawk would have had his teams deploy immediately. But the short notice had left them unprepared. Time would need to be allotted to prepare the transportation, load the vehicles and weapons, and clear the international borders.

General Hawk dismissed him and he left with the file in hand, lashing out at a pair of greenshirts for no particular reason other than having anger born from the images and no other outlet.

"Duke, right now the situation in India is racing towards a war with Pakistan." Hawk handed Duke his own file, and the Top Sergeant thumbed through it, nodding at the areas marked in red and Outback's written notes on the side. "The rebels in India are aiming attacks in areas with high Muslim populations, and taking out anyone along the way. We believe that their goal is to take over the government and put up a new one in its place. The border between Pakistan and India has been under siege by these rebels for a while, and they have even crossed the border into Pakistan's own territory. As a result, Pakistan has been launching counter-attacks which are killing more innocents, and revving India up for an actual war."

"India hasn't explained to Pakistan that the rebel group is not part of a planned attack or even a government ordered unit?" Duke pulled out a few of the recorded conversations with the prime ministers of Pakistan and India and nodded. "Or is it that Pakistan won't tolerate any attack, rebel group or not?"

"From what we've gathered, Pakistan is targeting places where the rebels are staying, but not all their information is correct and more than half of the time they are hitting free cities. India can't allow them to keep bombing their land. If the rebels take over the government, then they will declare war on Pakistan. If things keep going the way they are, then war will be declared on Pakistan. Your job is to stop the rebels before they can take over the government, and stop the attacks on the border. Hopefully, if we can successfully get this under control, Pakistan will stop their counter-attacks and there will be no need for war."

"Understood sir." Duke stood and saluted before exiting the room, keeping the files under his arm as he pushed open the door to find half of his team waiting for him outside. Hawk watched the door close and then he turned to Scarlett.

"This is an important mission," Hawk said, sliding the file over to her. She flipped the documents open, scanning them quickly with a practiced eye. "Hopefully, this mission will tell us who these new terrorists are, and what Cobra's involvement in this whole mess is. I want to make it clear that this is only a recon mission. Unless you are fired upon first, I want this to be clean and quick."

Scarlett nodded once, gliding her finger over the vague picture of the Baroness. "This has Cobra's finger prints all over it. This all does. Only this time, they don't seem to be doing the fighting themselves. They must be expanding. Making allies."

"As bad as that sounds, it is probably true. If you and your team can find any information linking Cobra to any of these attacks or any of the people involved, it will give us enough probable cause to engage Cobra directly instead of fighting their diversions." Hawk pointed to a sheet with address listings. "The French provided us access to their databases, and these are the empty or foreclosed buildings. I'd suggest checking out these areas first before fanning towards more populated areas.

"Thank you, sir." Scarlett left the room, closing the door behind her. General Hawk slumped in his chair, exhausted from the hours of meetings and preparations he had attended with the UN and various allies. Although the attacks seemed random, the staging was surprisingly strategic. If Cobra was behind this-as he strongly suspected-then someone had chosen the exact places to strike. With the problems in Africa, most of the UN would be busy fighting against the rebels. The situation in India was quickly escalating to a war that was sure to drag most of Asia down with it, and this new terrorist unit, whatever its premise was, would eventually become an even larger problem that it appeared to be now.

Hawk knew these were diversions. Years of fighting Cobra had taught him how the Commander's mind worked. True, it had never happened on this big of a scale, but that hardly meant it wasn't plausible. The only reason he hadn't mobilized against Cobra to begin with was the President.

The new election season had brought with it a new president. An old friend of Hawk's, he was a good, honest man. He did things the old fashioned way, and was very intelligent in the ways of diplomacy. Which is why he had insisted that Hawk do a full investigation before launching an attack. In other words, Hawk would need more solid proof than just his gut feelings.

Now all he could do was to try and sort through the political nightmare this was turning into.

Hammer Team

Room B118

8:30 PM

BeachHead opened the files and slipped out the photos, handing them off to Lady Jaye to pass down the table. He had spent the last forty-five minutes reading over every section of these reports, memorizing the maps and the notes.

"This is awful." Lady Jaye passed the photos down, bringing up a hand to cover her forehead. "Rebellions are always bad, but normally they don't have these kinds of weapons. Now somehow, they have the money to buy machine guns and tanks? They're running over entire towns."

Lifeline spread the pictures on the table, wincing in disgust and turning away, sliding the photos down the line. "You mix in money with pure evil and this is what you're going to get. I don't think these guys even have a plan. They just go on these rampages and kill everyone in sight."

"That's what it looks like," BeachHead spoke up, drawing everyone's attention forward. "But I don't think that's what is really goin' on here. There are too many coincidental attacks for this to be an unorganized riot." BeachHead motioned to a map of recent attacks over Africa. Sure enough, a certain pattern was followed in the countries under attack. They started in poor areas, local villages and such, and evolved into larger scale areas. The diameter of the regions where attacks happened increased with each day. And they were all headed towards the major city of the country, the capital. "I think there's somethin' goin' on in here that we just ain't seein' yet. But regardless, figuring this out ain't our job. We just gotta stop em' all from doin' away with the government buildings and their officials."

*Who is this man? * Snake Eyes pointed to a man in one of the photos. The man pictued was tall and slender, with a sharp nose and edges like a rock cliff. Something about the man seemed too harsh. *He is in nearly every picture here. *

BeachHead looked over Snake Eye's shoulder as he pointed out the unidentified man in more than half of the pictures. He was certainly not the main focus but he was always lingering in the background; piling bodies, holding a gun and having a beer with another rebel, and in one particularly nasty photo, stabbing a man with a thick curved sword.

"Huh. I didn't catch that. Good find, Spook."

"Well, yeah. He's the only one who could stomach looking at those pictures for long enough," Steeler said, pointing to the man found in yet another picture. "Damn, who is this guy? It's not enough to be out there slaughtering wholesale, but he's gotta make every picture too?"

"I found something ya'll might wanna see." Wild Bill held up a file, with a picture of the man in the photos on it. The picture on this one, however, looked standard, as if the image was of his driver's license or his passport. "Says here his name is Odera Yamekwena. He's a representative in the Zimbabwe government. The House of Assembly. But what he's doin' out in these pictures, I ain't got the slightest clue."

BeachHead frowned and looked at the dossier. Sure enough, this man, Odera Yamekwena, was part of the Zimbabwe parliamentary government. That hardly made sense. "Well, since no one here knows the guy, we won't be able ta tell until we get back there. So we'll cross that road when we come to it. Right now, our only job is to defend the cities."

"Wait," Lifeline leaned forward, pushing an index finger into the pictures. "We're not going to provide any relief assistance?"

BeachHead shook his head. "There'll be time fer that when were done stoppin' the entire thing. Right now, we can't afford to get distracted and fall behind or more people will be gettin' hurt."

"I don't know, we're gonna be passing a lot of places. We can't stop and help if we see something going down?" Roadblock crossed his arms. "That isn't gonna happen, we all know that."

"Well," BeachHead rubbed his forehead in frustration. "It's gotta happen gawd dammit. We have a job to do. Relief comes later. We can't just forget about ourf orders. Then we'll be making more problems. The General knows what he's talking about, that's why he's the general and you ain't. So follow the plan."

Roadblock didn't seem satisfied, and neither did the rest of his team. In fact, BeachHead didn't feel very fulfilled himself. It wasn't in him to deny someone help. He knew that it would be difficult to pass such a situation, but he also knew how important following orders were. It was what separated humans from beasts, order from anarchy. It was necessary.

"So what's our plan then?" Gung-Hu passed the photos back to BeachHead and motioned to the maps. "Where are we entering from?"

*Northwest of the city. * Snake Eyes lifted a pencil and drew an arrow into the city. *Enter from there, and we avoid a lot of the areas that have already been hit, and we'll be able to go straight through and stop their advance, given that they're all coming in from approximately the same direction. *

"There are several small teams, if you will, that have somewhat fanned out. But they've all fanned out to the southern sections and are moving forward. We'll be spread pretty thin, but Snake Eyes is right. Northwest would be the best move." Lady Jaye, with a nod from BeachHead, finalized the pencil arrow with a black pen. "We move in from here, travel down and wait until they come."

"What about an evacuation?" Steeler asked. "I'm sure they already have one, but we could help with that instead of waiting around for them to show up. Some rebels are bound to get through and it would be a lot more satisfying for me if they got through to an empty city."

"It's a fairly big city and there will always be people who don't want to leave their homes." Gung-Ho shrugged. "We can't go around and double check every home. We can leave that up to the local forces."

"All right. Come in from the Northwest, defend city, kick ass in city, and then we can help with relief?" BeachHead nodded, accepting Steeler's plan, although he would have to modify the phrasing in his paperwork.

"Then that's what we'll do. Wild Bill is our air transport. Lady Jaye will help us smooth things over with the local forces and their citizens. Gung-Ho, Steeler, Roadblock, and Snake Eyes know what to do. Lifeline, you're our medic provided we need one. Hell, I know someone will need one." His team nodded in response. "All right then. We leave at 0700, sharp. Pack what you need, there's no telling when we'll be back."

Echo Team

Room B112

8:30 PM

The small hand radio in the room was on, the Joes gathered around it as if the low, gravelly voice coming out of it were a source of warmth.

"I can't understand his dialect easily, but it sounds like he's reporting on the resistance…in favor of it from what I can hear." Storm Shadow leaned in closer to the radio. His hearing was perfection, but the distance of the transmission and the difficult accent made understanding the man on the radio challenging. "Looks like it's grown from one police force to entire cities. I think we're looking at a civil uprising."

"We see that a lot with rebellions," Dusty said, leaning forward in his chair and turning the dial off. "People are afraid to go against the rebellion so they join it. It has happened in places like Africa and South America. I guarantee that half of their fighters are not going along with this because they believe it is the right path."

"Unfortunately," Duke set the files down and nodded at Dusty, "that is most likely the case. Over half of India's army has joined the resistance, as well as thousands of citizens. We're going to have untrained people running around with weapons, but our main goal is to stop the violence before they succeed in taking over the government." Duke had seen situations like this one before he had joined the Joe team. He had witnessed small children with machine guns in Africa and farmers with bazookas in the Middle East. He had learned the hard way that sometimes, the ones with no experience or training were also the ones who were the most dangerous. More civilian casualties tended to happen with these circumstances.

"Pakistan is already mobilizing their own troops in response to these attacks," Cover Girl said, noting where the recent attacks had taken place along the border. "We've got one large group travelingtowards New Delhi, and another large group still attacking the borders."

"Pakistan is taking that as an invasion then? I don't blame them. But if they declare war, then their allies will declare war. Then India will have no choice but to declare war back, and their allies will come to aid them. Most of Asia will be caught in a large scale war, in that case. Not to mention internal conflict." Rock N' Roll was seated on the table, and he spread the files out with a sweeping gesture to be able to see most of them. "Looks like we should stop the attacks on the borders first?"
"That seems like we're taking it piece by piece," Doc said, offering his opinion. "You go to the border, you aren't handling the problem. You end up bouncing from place to place fixing the results of the problem. We need to fix the main problem, and the only way to do that is to take back control at the capital. If the people see that the rebellion is failing, then maybe they'll feel liberated enough to dissent from the rebellion."

Storm Shadow looked at the map of the border, turning his head slightly. "This looks like a planned attack. See how the hits are moving up in order? These aren't random. Not only that, but they're avoiding all of Pakistan's blockades. If this is a regular insurgence, then highly intelligent people must be calling the shots. They've got to have an inside man. You can't know where the blockade is before it's even placed." He paused for a moment. "Well, I suppose you could if you were to position yourself into Pakistan's government meetings and listen to the military strategies…but I doubt that this resistance movement has people capable of pulling off something like that."

"Yes, Storm Shadow. They don't have you," Ace snorted, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. "But he's right. Normal scale risings don't have this kind of direction. I'm willing to bet that someone is calling the shots on this."

"Well then I'm not betting that there isn't. It's already a closed deal, Ace has bet." Rock N' Roll laughed and Ace casually saluted, tipping back in his chair. He straightened when Duke cleared his throat.

"We defend the capital." Duke pointed to the star on the map of New Delhi. "This is where the officials have bunkered down. The entire city is blocked off and since they have no access to any military equipment, they're unable to take an air route out of there. We have to get in there and get them out, and then can we start stopping the insurgents' advance.

"Storm Shadow, Rock N' Roll, Dusty, Cover girl, and Tripwire will be following me into the city to collect the officials and transport them to the airport where Ace and Doc will be waiting. Tripwire, according to the last reports we got, many of the government buildings are wired with explosives. We're going to need you to deactivate those before we can chance moving in."

"Got it," Tripwire said, tapping a finger on the table in rapid fire. "I know the types of explosives readily available in that region. My guess is they didn't go too far to find better materials. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Good. And Doc, it's been hours since we've had contact with anyone there. They could be hurt and we need to do our best to make sure they stay alive. If they die, there won't be enough order to get a proper replacement in and the rebellion will have succeeded."

"I'll do my best, Duke." Doc sighed. "Although it would be easier if we could establish a connection so I could know who we were dealing with."

"Well, the best we can do is get there as soon as possible. And when we do, I'm sure Storm Shadow will be able to get in faster than any of us if you need to be prepared." Cover Girl turned to look at Storm Shadow when he snorted.

"I see. You expect me to wander into dangerous, most likely explosive territory while you mosey on through after I clear the way?" Storm Shadow scoffed and crossed his arms. "I would appreciate it if someone would at least be surprised by what I'm capable every once in a while. I'm so underappreciated now."

"Underappreciated my ass," Ace said, closing the file. "We just know what to expect and know that you will go above and beyond our expectations. That is an extreme compliment." Rock N' Roll laughed and pushed back his file, nodding at Duke.

"We'll be ready by 7:00, sir."

"Good, be ready. This will be a long week." The slight throbbing in his head reminded Duke that it would be in his best interest to pack about half of his bag with Tylenol.

Tango Team

Room B109

8:30 PM

Mainframe sat at the computer, fingers flying across the keyboard like a pianist's. "Looks like there are only three places that fit your restrictions, Scarlet. One is an abandoned slaughter house and the other two are empty storage facilities." He printed out the addresses and handed them to Scarlet, shutting down his computer. "Most of the others weren't large enough, or didn't have the right structure."

"Thank you," Scarlet took the addresses and lined them up with the map. The empty lots looked promising, but with her luck it would probably be the slaughter house. She hoped it would be the former. "Looks like they're all relatively close. They're roughly about 30 miles apart from each other. We'll sweep them all just to be sure."

"Now, they've most likely already packed up if the French have been searching for them like they said. But we should be able to find traces of them wherever they were." Stalker looked over the addresses that Scarlet handed him, nodding in agreement. "These look good…great job Mainframe."

"Did you except less?" Mainframe clasped his hands together and leaned forward on the desk. "There haven't been any signals coming out of those buildings in the last 24 hours, but farther than that I won't be able to tell."

"Well, I'd say a good place to start is that shop that had the camera that took the picture of the Baroness. Whatever is closest to that store was most likely their base." Flint lifted the picture to the light, as if the light would reveal a water stain with the answer.

"Actually, it may be more effective than sweeping each building individually." Scarlet looked down at the map and sighed. "Looks like the slaughter house is closest." Figures. She would have bet money that Cobra would have eventually chosen to operate in a slaughter house. It had to be appealing to the type of people the Commander attracted.

"Really? How does that not put a damper on the mood?" Clutch said, raising his arms above his head. "I mean, there you are, trying to run an evil terrorist empire, and some poor innocent cow is getting its guts torn out behind you!"

"I highly doubt that the slaughter house is still in business. How practical would that be, with the smell and all." Slipstream looked at the image. "Yeah, look at that. She's got a talkie in her hand. She's communicating with someone. I bet she has something to do with the bombings on Rome."

"We know she had something to do with it. Now we just have to prove it." Scarlet pointed to the surrounding area around the slaughter house. "Now there's a lot of open space around her. If we can find out where those bomber jets came from then we'll at least have the new terrorist unit marked."

"It's highly unusual." Stalker shook his head and crossed his arms. "Normally these people are proud of their work, they announce it. They want others to know about it. Even Cobra usually takes credit for their work if they succeed.

"I agree. The fact that no one has claimed the attack is unreal. There are normally at least two dozen groups trying to claim any of the attack. But for some reason this one is being left alone. We're going to have to find enough information to nail Cobra to the wall."

"If we don't find direct links to Cobra, then we have no grounds to attack them. We're barred from taking any action without explicit approval from the President." Flint shook his head, expressing his disapproval of the new policy that had been implemented. "When we need to get something done, we need to get it done. We can't be waiting on the President to sign off approval every time we have a problem."

"Yeah, but seeing as we have to, we might as well get the evidence as soon as possible. The more we wait, I know the harder it will be to get the order from him." Slipstream motioned to the picture of the world map against the wall, mainly there for decorative use. "We've got total chaos going on in this side of the globe." He motioned to the Eastern half, sweeping over it with his hand. "But this half? Completely untouched. That makes me nervous. The President has pretty much thrown all our troops to other countries. If anyone decides to suddenly hit here, we won't have anyone here to protect them."

Scarlett had noticed that herself. It was unusual for Cobra to have such a wide spread, and even more unusual to not drag the North and South Americas into it. She knew that Slipstream was thinking this was a ploy to empty the Americas and leave them unguarded, thus ripe for Cobra to come pluck it up. But without that proof from France, there was little they could do.

"We need to find the link first," Clutch said, voicing her thoughts. "If we don't find the link, then we don't know for sure. I'd rather know what we're dealing with here, before this gets to be too much to handle. I mean everyone is concerned with the deaths. And yeah, that sucks. But what about the economy? We're already seeing a huge downward fluctuation. It won't matter if they attack. If the economy gets low enough, then the people themselves will attack out of frustration. When people can't buy food, they start killing each other."

That was an interesting idea. Clutch had a point, which was highly unusual. Scarlett hadn't seen much of an intellectual side from Clutch before, but that must have been a side effect from attempting to ignore most of his commentary. Even though his theory made sense, she couldn't shake the feeling that somehow the Commander was pulling the strings here. There was too much going on at once for it to be coincidental, and the only plausible explanation was that there was a head to this snake. A boss.

"That may be, but I don't feel comfortable taking that chance," Flint said, nodding at Scarlett. "We need to go to France and find a link. If there isn't one, we'll keep digging until we find one. We know this is Cobra."

"There will be one," Mainframe said. "Cobra never cleans up very well. All I need is one slightly usable hard drive, and I know they probably didn't take them all. Matching them up won't be a problem and then we'll have our proof. One hard drive."

"Okay then." Scarlett closed her file and motioned to her team. "Slipstream, you'll bring us close to the slaughter house. Once we're there, Flint, Mainframe and I will check it out while Clutch, Slipstream and Stalker check out the surrounding city. Try and locate the store she was at, that would be a good start. Any questions?"

"No questions, except to compliment your leadership. Charge suits you well," Clutch winked and Stalker slowly shook his head, looking back up at Scarlett as if to ask why she had put them in the same group. Scarlett smiled.

"It does, doesn't it?" She shook her head and laughed slightly as the team stood to return to their rooms. "Pack up and get a good night's sleep. We leave tomorrow at seven. Don't be late."

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