The Sentinels were flying from New York to Geneva for a United Nations summit. Adrian had been gracious enough to offer his private jet, but despite the luxurious accommodations, you were bored. Griffin was watching some old movie with Katya , Nolan and Elijah were sleeping, Adrian was working as always, and Lucas was somewhere up front bugging the pilots, no doubt, while Grant sat across the way from you, sketching in his sketchbook. (TRS052024CAI)

You sighed and stared out the window at the Atlantic Ocean. After a few minutes, your phone dinged with a text notification. "You look bored." The message was from Grant. "Wow, so observant. No wonder you're the greatest soldier in history." You texted back, rolling your eyes at him. He didn't look up from his task of sketching the New York skyline from memory until he received your text. He smirked and then chuckled softly, then he texted you back, "I have an idea of something we can do."

"I'm not playing Risk with you, you always win." You texted back. You sighed again and went back to staring out the airplane window. You got another text notification. "It's an even better idea than kicking your as- at a boardgame." Grant's text read. You raised your eyebrow, a little curious. "Language Cap. ;) What's your idea?" You texted back, turning to look at Grant. He continued to avoid looking at you. He read your text and responded, going back to sketching. No one watching you two would know you were having a conversation.

"Want to join an exclusive club, sweetheart?" The next text from Grant made your eyes widen slightly. He stood up from his seat and casually walked toward the back of the plane.