As soon as the helicopter landed you went on a ramble about how stupid Frankie's plan had been. How you could've gotten killed, how it was his fault they couldn't complete the assignment right. You two got into a screaming match before you lost your cool and punched him.

The guys didn't help, instigating on how he could let a girl punch him. You drew blood from his lip, which made you smirk. You two were trained professionals, both capable of many things. And you were mad, which added to the intense need to get it out on someone. More preferably, Francisco.

"You little bitch." Frankie mumbled before he threw a punch, not scared to get into a fight with you. He knew you could take him. But you didn't even let him land the punch.