The small group was quiet as they rode to the airfield in the waiting car and again as they boarded the jet. Mary and Collum disappeared into the cockpit and the jet soon took off, speeding its way across the sky. Mark fixed himself a drink at the minibar and settled over by a window seat, closing his eyes, occasionally taking sips from his cocktail.

Scarlett settled next to Flint, who still looked ready to explode. What had he said to Allie? She had seen the hurt cross her face before the mask had fallen into place. She exchanged a worried glance with Roadblock, who was sitting on Flint's other side.

"I don't want to talk about it," Flint stated, his eyes closed.

Scarlett started. Had she been that transparent? Roadblock shrugged.

"It's been a long day," Roadblock told her. "Maybe we could all benefit from some sleep."

"Dash," began Scarlett, but paused when he opened his eyes and glared at her.

"Enough Shana. I suggest you do like Marvin suggested."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you realize what you just did?" she asked coldly, knowing she was opening a can of worms. He may not want to discuss it right now, but she did. Roadblock gave her a look like he thought she was crazy.

Flint sighed, closing his eyes once again. "Yes, I do. Now leave me alone."

"You threw her to those two wolves!" she declared, not able to stop herself. "Aren't you even worried about how she's going to get back home?"

"No. She's managed fine in her life up to this point on her own. According to her, the only enemy she had was Alexander and now that he's dead, she's home free. Give it up, Scarlett," he told her without opening his eyes. "She'll be fine. She always has been and I doubt anything will change that. If her disguise doesn't work, I'm sure she can buy her way out of any situation."

The words were cold and biting. Scarlett was stunned. Is this how he really thought of her? She knew they had been separated this time, but she had thought that had merely been geography and stubbornness.

"Stop," Roadblock mouthed to her. "Nothing good will come of this."

Scarlett sighed, her fists clenched. How could things have turned out this way? Sighing again, she got up and wandered over to the mini-bar, wondering if Mark had the right idea.

Meanwhile, in a local bar, Allie was having her own drink. She swirled the wine glass around, watching the colors reflect in the dim light above their table.

"Come on now, love, are you really going to mope all night about him?"

Stealth chuckled. "I just can't believe she ordered wine in a place like this!" He looked around the establishment. Dirty windows helped filter the sunlight, placing the inhabitants in the room in shadow.

"It's safer than your beer, I can tell you that," she answered absentmindedly. "At least mine came from an unopened bottle." She took a sip. "And believe it or not, every bar carries a certain class of wine. You just need to know how to ask for it."

"Well, it's one more down!" Grunt declared, holding up his glass. "We should celebrate! Now that you came to your senses and decided to travel with us, I say we do something fun!"

She looked up from her glass, a dull look in her eye.

"Oh, babe, we need to do something to get your juices flowing again! Hmm..where am I thinking of?"

He turned to Stealth. "Where do you think? Bangkok? No. Moscow. Hmm…no."

"Monte Carlo," offered Stealth.

Grunt snapped his fingers. "That's it! Monte Carlo – den of sin!"

Allie managed to smile. "You've been watching James Bond again, haven't you? You've dated yourself again!"

Grunt smiled. "I can't help it if the world moves faster than my taste in movies. Yes, let's go to Monte Carlo. I guarantee we'll keep you so busy, you won't have time to think of what's his name. Damned waste of time, anyway. Especially when you have us!"

She knew sitting here, dwelling on the fact that she had been rejected by him, was not helping her situation.

"I'll go then," she declared softly, standing up.

Stealth and Grunt smiled at one another. "Let's talk travel arrangements then. Now that you're one of us…"

She held up a hand. "Hold on there, cowboy. I never said I was becoming one of you. We'll go to Monte Carlo, hit the casinos, and then see from there. Don't go jumping the gun."

"Darling," Grunt declared, wrapping his arm around her, "you spend enough time with us, you'll be begging us in no time! Wait and see."

Allie bit her lip. Now that she had no ties to Flint anymore, she was afraid that just might happen.