This mission had been their hardest. She and Henry had grouped with a general from another troop to disarm a bomb, and they did a damn good job. They had done it. Henry had been shot in the leg, and was taken by ambulance. That just left her and the general alone in the van, still shaken from the thrill of it all. She had disarmed the bomb. Henry had been gunning down people attempting to intervene. This general had been telling her everything, while holding onto the edge of a roof. She was exhausted, and happy. They won. And she felt the sudden urge to toy with the poor general. She leaned forward, resting her head in her hands, her cleavage lowering. She lowered her eyes, training them between his legs, trying to make out an outline. Shamelessly.