A/N: Kayo's revenge for Scott's sweaty hug, as suggested by Womble1 on AO3
Misery, Company and Kayo's Revenge.
Kayo made little more noise than her Thunderbird's namesake when she was in full uniform, boots and all.
In stocking feet on the wooden floor of the lounge, she was a wraith.
Her moment was chosen with care, her co-conspirator softly murmuring a constant update on movements around the building into the earbud she donned whenever an unfortunately timed call would have been disastrous. Her target was oblivious, mistaken in his belief that she'd never strike in a full house and during the brilliant daylight hours that rarely lent themselves to stealth and concealment. Her weapon was in hand and already primed, she just had to deliver it.
Scott was leaning forward on the couch, all his attention on the news report about the development of the Icarus 2, when quick as a wink, Kayo grabbed the back of his collar and dropped an instant ice pack down the back of his shirt.
"Ghhaaah!" Scott squawked and flailed, shooting to his feet and almost dancing in his efforts to get at the hand-sized plastic pouch as it slid down his back and lodged itself at his waistband. Finally seizing it and tossing it away, Scott turned to see a triumphant Kayo behind him.
"Oh, it is on, Kayo!" He promised, trying and failing to hide his grin at how she'd gotten him.
She smirked back at him, arms crossed and radiating a cat-like aura of smug self satisfaction. "Bring it."