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Alex slipped out of his side of the handcuffs, he just had to pull his thumb out of its socket. A move which once had been painful for him, it wasn't painful anymore. He wasn't quite sure whether he should worry about that or not. Maybe he should.

He then clicked his side of the handcuffs around the handlebar of the trolley. He could use the key in his pocket to unlock the cuffs later. He was just too lazy to pull out the key to free himself, dislocating his thumb took less effort after all.

"Dude, how did you? WE HAVE KEYS!" Jack grimaced as he caught the tail end of Alex's actions as the younger agent slid his thumb back into position.

"This was quicker…"

"And probably hurt a lot too!"

"No."

"You DISLOCATED your thumb to get out if the handcuffs!" Jack almost shouted at him. "That's got to hurt!"

"Kinda doesn't hurt to do it anymore…"

"Now, that's messed up!" Jack said as he started pushing the trolley towards the exit. "Please don't do anything like that in close proximity of me ever again!"

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"Here, take my gun…" Alex said handing over his sidearm to Jack after the older agent had helped him inside the helicopter.

"What? Why?"

"I'm going to hop in the front seat, I'll take care of the stick…" Alex took a second to swallow down a grimace, "You aim and shoot at anyone coming after us…"

"Why can't I fly and you shoot?"

"Because the one to do the shooting should be able to move from side to side back here… I can't do that… You can…"

"Are you sure you can keep the chopper in the air?"

Alex nodded, gripped the backs of the front seats and used them as support as he moved to the front of the chopper.

"Won't the pedals be a problem?"

"I've done this kinda crap before…" Alex commented as he lowered himself onto the main pilot's seat.

"Oh yeah? When?"

"La Habana, exactly two years ago... Open fracture, thigh." Alex bit out as he placed his injured leg at an angle where the splinting would be sufficient to keep his knee straight.

"And where was Kim when that was going down?"

"He was a little busy being unconscious in the back. The guys we were sent in to take care of had shot him with a tranquillizer dart… He didn't wake up before we touched down in Miami."

"You made that trip in a helicopter with a broken leg?"

Alex nodded, "Yeah… Hell of a way to celebrate your birthday… Am I right?"

"Wait… Today's your birthday?" Jack asked and saw Alex's head bob up and down from the pilot's seat. "February 14th? Really?"

"Yeah…"

"Valentine's day?"

"Want to see my birth certificate?"

"No… Nonono…" Jack muttered as he cuffed the dictator to the rail at the back of the helicopter. "Happy birthday, by the way… And a word of advice… Find a better way to spend your birthday than to get injured!"

"I'll try to remember that this time next year…" Alex hissed, "On second thought… Could you send me a message telling me not to go on missions around my birthday?"

"I'll get Riley to set up some kind of auto message…" Jack drawled as he aimed his gun at the first person to run after them, just as Alex made the helicopter lift off the ground.

Remembered that it was February 14th, and Valentine's day, today... And to me that means one little thing to me, Alex and Kim's birthday! Wohoo!
I had to let you guys know, right?