Crouching in the shadows, he rasped, “You ready?”

To which she replied, “Babe, you know I’m always ready.”

Gunfire erupted somewhere on the other side of the compound. Someone shouted in a foreign tongue. Exotic insects buzzed overhead.

“I meant, are you ready to go kill a bunch of armed goons and steal something we can’t officially seize?”

“That too,” she teased with a wink.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I agree to keep working with you,” he sighed as he made one last check of ammo and explosives.

A girlish giggle that defied her general lethality escaped her lips as she kissed him, suddenly and passionately.

Then, checking her own weapons of destruction, “That may have something to do with it, stud.”

“Great, how am I supposed to run with a…”

“Hey, did you bring extra C4?”

“Always do.”

“Great, cause I just got a wicked idea for that chopper.”

“I love you,” he said, half joking.

“Yeah,” she shot back with a grin, “but your wife would kill you if she knew you said it.”