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Staying in a cheap hotel overnight, they joined the rest of the crew in New York after a morning flight. Alex was rather glad for the winter parka he'd brought. It was cold and snowy. In some areas, the snow was knee-deep. Against obviously unused building sides, he could see heaping drifts.
"It's bloody fuckin' cold!"
Alex snickered at Bear's complaints. "Yeah, and it was bloody wet and cold in London. And remember there are kids around, Lucas."
Bear flipped Alex the bird. "You're so damn cheerful." He muttered.
"Shut up, both of you." Pocupine growled. "You're giving me a headache!"
"But Andre, I like to talk!" Alex exclaimed comically.
Falcon rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't we get to the apartment? I'm not exactly fond of the cold."
"And rejoin the Dragon Lady?" Bear snorted. "No way in hell."
"She's that bad?" Alex asked curiously.
"Well… she's not Miss Congeniality." Falcon said.
"There's a restaurant somewhere." Ben said. "We can go there. Marie can be uptight, but she is new to the game."
"You got stuck with a newbie on a complicated mission overseas?" Falcon asked incredulously.
Ben offered a Cheshire grin. "Depends."
Alex had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
The restaurant they chose was more of a coffee shop, overflowing with people. The chatter was nearing deafening, though the soldiers and spies had been smart and stowed themselves away in a corner. Anybody would have a hard time eavesdropping.
"So, have we got a general plan?"
"Nope." Ben said cheerfully. "We play it by ear."
"Do you ever have a plan?"
Ben frowned. "Does making one a few seconds before implementation count?"
"No."
"Then I very rarely have a plan. Plans tend to get fucked up and derailed."
Alex snorted. Oh, yeah, he knew all about that.
The five continued talking, only stopping when a harried-looking waitress arrived.
