Each time Lady Jaye and Flint were paired for a mission, he continued to be impressed by her professionalism. Her ability to blend into any situation, anywhere, made her a valuable asset to the team. She did nothing more to raise his suspicion, and he grew to like having her along. She had a quick wit and could hold her own with the men on the team. She was friendly, outgoing, but got down to work and focused solely on the mission when it was needed. Flint wasn't the only one impressed. Her teammates enjoyed working with her both on and off missions. They smiled affectionately at her preferred weapon choice, the javelin, but her specialized weapons often got them out of tricky situations. There was talk that she was a former Olympian with her skill. In fact, much about her background was not known, other than she formally worked for MI-6 before she became a GI Joe, and that she had dual citizenship in both America and Great Britain. She did not talk about her family and did not have pictures in her apartment. They whispered she had traveled the world, since she was well educated and spoke a multitude of languages fluently. She interacted with both the American and foreign team members equally. Even Beach Head, whose standards were high even for the commanding officers, felt some affection for her, although he didn't give her an ounce when going through his training. It wasn't his style and she didn't expect it. However, he admired her because he knew she gave her all whether it was on a simple training routine or a mission.

Beach Head approached her one evening in the mess hall. It was nearly deserted, but Jaye was still there, reading a book while she ate her meal. He glanced at the book and shook his head. "What exactly is that?" he asked in way of greeting.

She looked up at him and smiled, motioning the seat next to her. Beach Head always got straight to the point. "Faust. In German," she said, closing the book and looking at him. She shrugged. "Sometimes it loses a lot being translated into another language. I'd rather read the original. What's up?"

Beach Head chuckled. "That's what I like about you, straight to the point, Lady Jaye. I wanted to run something by you for tomorrow's session. Being that you've suffered through me before, I wanted your opinion about bringing back an obstacle." He began to describe to her his thoughts. She interjected her own thoughts as well, correcting him here and there about things. They left the mess hall still talking, passing the few stragglers lingering in the room.

Flint shook his head and looked at Duke, amused. "Even Beach Head," he chuckled. "Guess I didn't have to worry about much with her if he approves of her. He likes no one!"

Duke looked at his friend. "I take it your suspicions were unfounded?"

Flint shrugged. "Maybe it was just me being paranoid and looking for something that wasn't there. It was my first time working with her. God knows what the Brits train their agents to do!" he chuckled.

Beach Head and Jaye had reached the female barracks. "You have some time off coming up, don't you?" he asked. "What are you planning to do?"

Jaye shrugged. "Be nice to see some of civilization again," she joked. "Explore a little…it's been awhile since I've been stateside. Most of my time was based back home. Frankly," she continued, "it might be nice to have some alone time. You don't really get that here, do you?"

Beach Head chuckled. "We are kind of on top of each other, aren't we? Well, have fun! Don't get too crazy – I'll have the new course ready for when you return!" he said, walking away.

Lady Jaye nodded to herself, walking away. How was she going to spend her time off? Being on the base had been nice. She would never admit it to anyone, especially her teammates, but it felt safe. She was protected from running into her past. No matter how she kept trying to put it behind her, it seemed to loom up with every mission that involved Cobra. She hadn't run into "Zartan" or her uncle again, thank goodness! She had thought her family's company would only be a supplier, not a supporter, but it seemed that they were in deeper than she thought. I really need to talk to Duke about it, she sighed, going into her room to pack. She threw some clothes in her duffel and dressed in jeans, white button down shirt and leather jacket. She smiled to herself as she threw the bag over her shoulder. She had three days furlough and wanted to explore nearby D.C. She'd go to a few museums, take in a few shows, and find a nice hotel to relax in. A bubble bath sounded heavenly at this point. Jacuzzi tub definitely, she thought. She looked in her drawer and grabbed her wallet out, putting it in her pocket.

Making her way to the motor pool, she grinned at Courtney who took in her outfit and whistled. "Nice to see you out of the greens there, Ali! You got a Harley under that cover other there?" she said, indicating to a corner where the agents were allowed to store their personal cars.

"Better," smirked Jaye, which made Courtney follow, out of curiosity.

"Oh wow, is that a Duc?" sighed Courtney as Jaye took the cover off her bike. "I can't believe you kept this from me! When are you going to let me take it out?" she demanded.

Jaye chuckled. "It's been modified, so I'd have to give you a few lessons first. Now, don't get your knickers in a bunch," she grinned at Courtney's pout. "I have a...cousin who's into gadgets and this one has a few. Too bad I left the 911 back in Britain!" she teased.

Courtney whistled. "Maybe I should be working for MI-6!" she teased as by Jaye threw her leg over the bike and hiked her duffel higher on her shoulder. A few murmured words in Gaelic, and the bike started by itself. Courtney's eyes widened. "That is so cool! Okay, promise to show me the tricks when you get back?"

Jaye laughed. "Why not?" she said. "See you in a couple days!" With that, she drove off.

Flint looked up from where he was working on his car, a restored Mustang. "Nice bike," he commented casually to Cover Girl.

She smiled, a wistful look in her eyes. "Wasn't it?" she said dreamily. "Maybe I should've asked her for her cousin's number instead!" She frowned, thinking. "Wonder how he got a starter that works on voice command." She wandered back over to the tank she had been working on, lost in thought.

Flint frowned. "Hey Courtney – do you know where Jaye said she was going on her time off?"

She shrugged, her attention back on the tank. "Don't know. Probably museums, shopping, you know, the usual," she replied, her voice muffled as she had her head back in the engine.

Flint wiped his hands and looked thoughtfully in the direction Lady Jaye had taken. Making a quick decision, he jumped in his car and decided to take it for a ride.