Independence Day |
Independence Day
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Jul. 4th, 2009 @ 03:14 pm
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Nick Fury stood on the bridge and his attention was on a few things, one of which is the brunette standing not far from him. She had caught his attention since the day she knocked him on his ass.
Nick put a cigar in his mouth and lit it up. To hell with the no smoking regulations.
It would be fair to say she was aware of him every bit as much as he was of her. She always knew where he was when he was close by.
"Colonel," she said with a nod.
"Contessa," he said and returned the nod. "How ya like our view?"
Val looked back through the viewing wall at the bursts. "I love fireworks. Any occasion that demands them is usually a good one."
"Nothin' better than celebratin' freedom," he said. He had helped provide that freedom with sweat and blood over the years.
"I can't disagree with that." She smiled at him. "Did the cook manage to set up a grill on the flight deck to have an old fashioned cook out this year?" Not that the cook would, but it was always a nice idea.
"No, but if ya want him to, I can order it," he said as his mouth smiled around the cigar.
Val chuckled. "The flight deck crew would have heart attacks, so maybe another time."
Nick chuckled. "Speakin' of food, you eat yet?"
"Not yet." Her attention went back to the spectacular show. "I wanted to enjoy the beauty of it all first."
"Would ya like t' join me for dinner? Ain't exactly gourmet, but it'll be warm. I can promise ya one helluva a view."
"I'd like that. I'm pretty sure my commanding officer doesn't need me on duty right now." Teasing? Oh yes. She dared.
"Don't wanna do that. I hear he's a real hardass." There was a smirk on his face. "C'mon, honey. Let's get outta here before stops us."
"I can't say the hardass is unreasonable about it," she said as she followed the colonel to the lift, "but he can be a stickler."
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