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Once their gear had been procured they piled into a plane. Conklin watched as they piled in. Delta was the first in with Six right on his heels. To an outsider the others didn't pile in with a particular order. But there was a reason to each members placement. Each member would jump with their partners to cover the weakness of the other. Only Delta jumped alone.

Delta had already paired Bravo and Foxtrot with Noah. Holiday would be jumping with Alpha and Charlie. Looking at Alpha however made something in Delta rage. Instinct was telling him not to trust the man. There had always been something wrong with him. Charlie would keep him in line.

Echo and Gamma were talking quietly to themselves. They were the last in the plane and would be the first to jump. As per their usual battle plan they would secure the drop site until the rest got down.

Delta moved towards the cockpit as the plane took off. He barely stumbled as they made it into the air. By his maps it would take them a few hours to get to their destination. They had a way in but the way back they would be on their own.

The pilot a man five years older than Delta asked almost as if he read the soldier's thoughts, "What is your plan Delta?"

He saw Six look over at them curious. Eavesdropping on every conversation he could to understand him no doubt. To bad the man wouldn't find it so easy to understand him. It was never easy to understand someone like him. A boy without memories and without a past. First turned into a weapon for Providence. Then turned into a completely different kind of weapon for the military.

Delta answered coldly, "Same as usual. Get in, get out. Leave no survivors."

"What about you and your people? I can't land here Delta. You won't have an extraction plan."

"We'll make it," answered the soldier his eyes never leaving the view from the cockpit, "We never needed one before and we don't need one now."

"You're suicidal, Delta."

"Tell me about it..." He muttered.

Six was no longer sitting in his seat. Silently he had come right up to Delta's shoulder. Delta didn't so much as jump. He was used to those who walked silently now. It was a skill all Medusans learned in order to survive.

"What does he mean you're suicidal? Do not tell me you're leading us on a suicide mission."

The pilot snorted, "That's all they ever give, Delta. Mr. Secret Agent you chose the most suicidal group that ever joined Medusa. When they are sent out it's under the assumption that they shouldn't come back. But they will. Always have."

"Always will," finished five of the six Medusan members.

Only Alpha was silent. He glared at the wall ignoring what was going on around him. It made Delta's gut churn. Sure they had never gotten along but Alpha never acted like this. Something was wrong.

Delta caught gazes with Charlie. Unnoticeable to anyone but his trusted ally he made a him. Then indicated to Alpha.

There was a flicker of confusion in the grey eyes. Even with his confusion though he didn't question the order. Instead he signed back. Will watch.

With that danger averted he returned his attention to their coordinates. There was still time to call this off. So far things had been radio silent but from experience he knew Monk could call it off at the last minute. Whether or not he would listen to that order. Well that depended on his mood and what the mission was.

Six whispered his voice low and if Delta didn't know any better he would have said soothing, "I'm trying to understand you, Rex."

"Don't call me that," snarled Delta his grey eyes flashing with anger, "I cannot afford to be that boy that you knew, Agent. The boy that you knew would not survive this world. Get it in your head. He's dead."

The entire attention of the plane was on them now. His men's eyes held understanding. Each of them had to throw away their old lives to do this. A man cannot live by two names. The singular truth that everyone had to understand. Monk and Conklin had said it to each of them every time their conviction waivers.

Holiday asked standing now, "What do you mean by that? You're R..." Delta growled low in his throat daring her to say it and she switched gears, "You can't just kill a part of you."

Echo snarled, "Don't push your views on us, Doctor. You don't understand us or what we have been through. Now. Sit down. Shut up. We need to prepare for the drop."

Holiday gaped at the second in command. Delta felt grateful for his partner. They needed a reality check. He was not the child they remembered. Rex was dead. Delta was who was here. That was how it had to be.