The incongruousness of such a suggestion, in light of what they were preparing to do, did not even occur to the Commander. More surprising was that his companion might have ideas for actions above and beyond what he was ordered. And yet...
"We could. We're even a little ahead of schedule. We'll probably have some time before we're due to be extracted." It was a pleasant night, though he did not normally think in such a fashion. The weather or the clearness of the air should only concern him as far as its effect on tactical matters. Yet he was very rarely permitted out of the facility, even for missions - he was too valuable to waste on "trivial" matters or goals. If they fulfilled their mission as ordered, surely some time together would not be punished.
"But. Only after all our targets are eliminated." His tone was stern, but only a little, and there was a smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth and lit his eyes. Without thinking of anything beyond that it felt right to do, he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair out of the other weapon's eyes. Without thinking of anything beyond that it felt right to say, he murmured just loud enough for the Soldier to hear: "Be careful."
He shouldn't have needed to say that. By rights, this wasn't even that dangerous a mission, especially now that they had secured the area outside the house itself. But, well...he knew better than almost anyone, just how well the tables could suddenly turn. All too often, he had been the thing that turned the tables.
But that said, he found that he had it in himself to turn away and set off towards the house at a swift, silent run. The front door was locked. He simply broke it, and slipped inside like a wraith.
Three minutes later, targets would start pouring out the open front door.
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"We could. We're even a little ahead of schedule. We'll probably have some time before we're due to be extracted." It was a pleasant night, though he did not normally think in such a fashion. The weather or the clearness of the air should only concern him as far as its effect on tactical matters. Yet he was very rarely permitted out of the facility, even for missions - he was too valuable to waste on "trivial" matters or goals. If they fulfilled their mission as ordered, surely some time together would not be punished.
"But. Only after all our targets are eliminated." His tone was stern, but only a little, and there was a smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth and lit his eyes. Without thinking of anything beyond that it felt right to do, he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair out of the other weapon's eyes. Without thinking of anything beyond that it felt right to say, he murmured just loud enough for the Soldier to hear: "Be careful."
He shouldn't have needed to say that. By rights, this wasn't even that dangerous a mission, especially now that they had secured the area outside the house itself. But, well...he knew better than almost anyone, just how well the tables could suddenly turn. All too often, he had been the thing that turned the tables.
But that said, he found that he had it in himself to turn away and set off towards the house at a swift, silent run. The front door was locked. He simply broke it, and slipped inside like a wraith.
Three minutes later, targets would start pouring out the open front door.