Leaning back in her seat after boarding the plane to return to Headquarters, April stifled a groan. She felt lucky that the outfit she had with her successfully covered all of her bruises. The whole mission was a bit of a blur, but they'd been able to prevent the kidnapping of a young cosmetics heiress.

Mark settled in the seat beside her, wincing. He had his own share of injuries mostly hidden beneath his turtleneck and jacket combination - so long as he kept the sleeves tugged down to cover his wrists.

They both dozed until they reached New York.