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The steady whirring of helicopter blades made the white landscape below all the more surreal. They'd been passing nothing but miles and miles of snow-capped pines for two hours now. Alexa was bored.

She sat back, eyes closed, wishing they could just get this mission over with already. It sounded boring too, making her all the more irritated. Dragged all the way up north just to confront an abandoned mining town. What was it called, some sort of 'heim'...Nibel, no, Modeoheim. Not that it mattered. On top of that, she'd be missing her favorite show. Damn corporate. All she'd wanted was a normal nine to five with paid vacation and dental, but nooo, here she was flying to the middle of nowhere, on a Friday no less...

"Wake up Lexy, we're almost there," a soft, singsong voice crackled over the radio, interrupting her mental rant. "Last night too much for ya?"

Reluctantly, she opened an eye to see the baby faced redhead of the Turks smirking at her from the pilot seat.

"I'm not the one who passed out after the third drink. Fly the damn chopper, Reno."

"Ooh, touchy. All right, we're landing in five. I'm staying with my girl so if you step in something deep, I ain't gonna be there to clean it up for you, got it?"

"Yeah, whatever. When we come back with nothing, you're buying the drinks."

"Wanna bet? Fine, but if you lose we're spending the night at your place, babe." He winked and turned around, all business again. "We'll circle once, then I'll bring her down. Keep an eye out and report every fifteen, just like the briefing."

"You're the boss." Alexa looked across the cabin, nodding to her partner for this mission. "Ready, Jorm?"