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[twiceahero]

The Clocktower is still a giant open space surrounded by screens. As she rolls back in from Milliways about half of them spring to life from their default standby positions. "Milton-Cinnamon-Aaron," she announced, bringing the others up.

"Come on. Let's get you a real briefing."

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, pushing the arms of the sweater up above her elbows, grabs the rope and climbs up, quick as you please.

Even if the helicopter were moving, it would not be difficult.

She has a strong grip. (And lots of practice.)

[brave-n-bold.livejournal.com]

Zinda's grinning over at her when X reaches the cockpit. "Any trouble?" she asks in a tone that suggests she doesn't expect any.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Nothing unexpected," X confirms, slipping into her seat.

It is a more informative answer than a simple 'no'.

[brave-n-bold.livejournal.com]

"Where to now, sugar? The boss said to take you wherever you want. Or I can drop you back at base."

Someone else could pick up the car she'd taken to the airport.

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers that for a second.

"Base would be good. If it is not problematic."

Anywhere with a door will do, really.

X is good at finding her own way home.

[brave-n-bold.livejournal.com]

Zinda laughs. "So polite!" She shakes her head. "It's no problem at all."

It doesn't take long before they're hovering over the Clocktower, thirty feet or so above the balcony that leads into Babs' command center. "Same way you came in," Zinda suggests, nodding to the rope.

[cutting_edgex23]

X nods in return, just once, then slips out of the helicopter to slide down the rope to the balcony.

Once there she pulls something out of her pocket, holding it in her left hand as she opens the door to the Clocktower with her right.

It's too bad that the sound of the helicopter drowns out the unexpected noise of clinking plates and cups, and of voices human and inhuman.

And then the door closes behind X, and those sounds are gone.