Rebekah

We stand in a little circle. I raise my hand.

"If we're going to steal any form of transport, I'm boycotting this crazed venture. I've already got the Blackbird blown up for forgetting the cloaking system."

Phoenix smiles.

"Don't worry. We won't crash it this time."

I shake my head.

"I'm not going in one of those crazed contraptions again. I already have bad experiences with planes."

They all look at me. I groan.

"Okay, it's a long story. I just... I don't like flying, okay? Never have and getting shot down just made it worse."

Isaac grins.

"So you are scared of something, after all."

"Shut up. Because right now, I really don't want to do this. And if you make a joke, I will turn right back inside and go tell the Professor."

He raises his hands.

"I won't! Promise! But we have to fly."

I groan. Sigh and walk over.

"Just so you know, I hate everything you choose to be."

Jean just raises an eyebrow at me. I shrug.

"Look, I'm not fond of flying and I don't like it when people tease me about it."

She nods then we all traipse up into the Blackbird. I strap myself in and close my eyes. I really don't like flying too much. I hear Jean and Logan going through start-up procedures, the engine power up and then we're gone. Isaac leans over.

"You clear on the plan?"

I glare at him.

"What do you think? I only came up with half of it myself. And we've gone over it thirty times already. It's basically suicide. I hope you're happy getting me into about twelve life-or-death situations since we arrived here."

He shrugs. Jean spins around in her chair.

"Right, everyone. Let's go over the plan one more time."

I groan.

Isaac

"Women are so difficult," I muttered, forgetting for a second I was in an enclosed space with two people with super hearing and a telepath. Bekah and Jean stared daggers at me.

"Well, you are women aren't you?"

The stares were getting more aggressive. Logan looked like he was on the verge of a smile but he didn't dare, because Jean was keeping an eye on him as well. Spider-Man was making small snorting noises.

"Okay ladies," Logan said, switching to auto pilot and swivelling his chair around, "If looks could kill, Isaac would dead by now. Everyone just calm down."

"Okay," Jean said leaning back slightly. "Besides, it's not women are difficult, men are just so simple."

"Exactly!" Bekah said.

"Wo!" Spider-Man said. "Hold your horses there!"

"Men aren't simple. They just get the task done where as women would prefer to chat about it and worry about the dangers."

"It's not worth it," Logan said to me with his head in his hands.

"You do realize how stupid you sound right?" Bekah asked. "If you don't think, you die. As you have proved, running headfirst into situations without thinking just gets you into trouble."

"I get bored easily," I mumbled.

Bekah and Jean rolled their eyes.

"Anyway," Logan said. "Let's go over the plan one last time."

"Oh for goodness sake!" Rebekah said. "Please spare me. I would still remember this plan in ten years the amount of times we've been over it."

"No one ever got hurt by being over prepared Bekah. Remember what you said about running headfirst into a situation without being prepared. I promise this will be the last time."

I leaned over to Rebekah and whispered, "You only came up with thirty percent."

"Lies," she said loudly. "It was definitely fifty."

"Thirty-five."

"Forty-five."

"Forty."

Bekah stopped when she noticed Logan, Spidey and Jean staring at us. I was in hysterics. It was probably the stress of the mission.

"We all know the plan. Let's just get it done Logan," Bekah said. "We're not students anymore."

"Well, technically, you are but okay then. I won't patronize you."

We were all silent for a minute.

"Are you really annoyed at me for getting you into potentially life threatening situations since we've been here?"

"I'm not sure."

"That's women's language for yes," Spider-Man said.

"Be honest, wouldn't life be boring without me though?" I asked.

Bekah laughed harshly. "Well, isn't that the truth."

"At least I've gotten you out of a few of them."

"Well, don't speak too soon. There's a ninety-nine percent chance we're going to die tonight."

"Forever the pessimist," I sighed.

"Forever the realist," Bekah snapped back.

There was a chuckle in the plane. We both turned to look at Spider-Man who was starting to shake with laughter.

"You two are ridiculous you know that?" He said laughing harder. Pretty soon I was howling with laughter as well. Bekah grinned and then we were all laughing together.

"Come on guys," Jean said, holding her sides. "Back to business. We're approaching the first drop zone. Spider-Man, get ready."

Spider-Man turned to look at all of us. "See you on the other side." Then without any hesitation, he threw open the door and leapt out, spinning himself a parachute as he went.

"Watch out for yourself out there!" I yelled and my enhanced hearing picked up the faint reply, "Will do."

"Second drop zone coming up. Isaac, you're next," Jean said.

I walked towards the plane door and felt the strong wind tearing against my face.

"Isaac," Bekah shouted, struggling to be heard over the wind. "Be careful."

"No worries," I replied.

"Good luck," Logan yelled. "Remember, for this plan to succeed, everyone's part has to go like clockwork. Take out the power grid and then engage the Blob."

"Where's your parachute?" Bekah suddenly called out.

I smiled. "Where's the fun in that?"

I leapt out screaming, "YOLO!"