"I'm really missing proper seats, right now." Liesel said quietly from her position leaned back against a large black postal bag of letters. She basically sunk into it, yet it wasn't the most comfortable thing to lean against. The rest of her body was going slowly numb from being seated against hard flooring. 

The inside of the plane had naturally been totally gutted for the sake of fitting all sorts of packages and boxes within it; the least they could've done, Liesel mused, was at least leave one seat, even if that was actually a very stupid thought. She was the only one seemingly suffering, which made it all the more worse, and if anything: her irritated mood and fidgeting doubled. In response, Erik merely turned his head slowly to the side to look at her. 

Liesel frowned and slowly narrowed her eyes. "What? Are you seriously telling me you're comfy?" Sitting on metal slates was so far from comfortable. She looked him up and down sceptically. "Are you somehow making the floor more comfortable around yourself?" She didn't know, did she? Not that she even imagined metal ever being comfortable to sit on; well, not in this instance.

"Don't be stupid."

"No need to be rude." Liesel said lightly with a quiet scoff as she awkwardly crossed her arms and looked to the boxes acting as their shield.

They'd been in the air for at least an hour, maybe half, by Erik's rough estimate. And this wasn't the first moment of boredom which had cropped up, he expected it not to be the last either. Hearing rustling, he looked at her sharply when she started to rummage through the bag she was using as some sort of paper filled bean bag. "Liesel, put that back."

"What? I'm curious." She said while turning a box over in her hands with a smile. She gave it a gentle rattle while holding it close to her ear. Narrowing her eyes in thought, she smirked. "Well...Mr Eli Turner," Liesel looked over the name on the address and then put the box in her lap. "What have you ordered I wonder? How about..." She gave the box another rattle. Humming she stuck her tongue out thoughtfully between her teeth.

"Well, it isn't breakable I think you've surmised that much." Erik stated. If trying to guess people's post was going to amuse her enough to stop complaining, then he was all for that.

"Shoes?"

"Not the most creative guess."

"Well...it's a shoe shaped box. Maybe something interesting, and dangerous...like stilettos?" Erik looked at her oddly then. "What? He could be into that." Liesel smiled and tossed the box behind herself with a musical sing song tone. It crashed and crumpled a few letters as it landed, and then Liesel was silent again. Sitting cross legged and looking at her nails with a bored expression.

Sighing quietly, Erik returned to leaning back against the wall with his eyes shut. He was more than content to just sit in silence. Shame his company didn't. But then she never did, from memory recalls. He actually ever knew Liesel to be silent when she was being serious, when she was undertaking some task, or asleep.

With a bored exclaim, Liesel turned and fell back. Erik's eyes snapped open and he looked down, only to get a grin sent up at him. She stretched her legs out and ended up kicking her feet up onto the bag she was just leaning against, and rummaging through. Crossing her arms loosely she remained in his lap, she'd done a turn around and just fell back against him. "How long is this going to take?" Liesel asked, Erik rolled his eyes yet uncrossed his arms and took to running one hand through her hair. "Can't you speed the plane up?"

"I think that would alert the people to there being something wrong, don't you think? We're trying to be incognito, remember?"

"Think those guys have been found in the cupboard yet?"

Erik gave a rather uncommitted shrug at that. He didn't care if they were found or not really. "Not a clue." He said, even though he was certain his rather bored disposition on the topic gave off more of an answer than those three words.

"What's the plan for when this is all over with?" Erik looked down at her curiously at that. "Like," Liesel gave a small fidget and pursed her lips in thought. "Do you think we'll still be alive? And like...free people? Or, are we going to die, and or be arrested?"

Gently patting her good shoulder, Liesel sat up and watched with an amused expression as Erik laid down and rested against the bag still to the side. He smiled and patted the space beside him. Liesel laughed quietly, yet went by his side. He kept an arm out for her to rest against, as soon as she laid down he wrapped it carefully around her. "We'll be free people." He said while looking at the ceiling for a few moments before looking at her. "Believe me on that." Liesel looked at his serious expression, he was most certain about this. "Now," his spare hand reached up, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand he smiled slowly. "Get some sleep."

"Wake me up if something happens."

Erik nodded, not that he intended or really calculated anything happening other than landing. And of course he'd wake her for that, they may need to aid each other getting out of here if things went bad. He didn't respond, he leaned forwards and kissed her on the forehead before leaning his head against hers as she finally seemed to settle down. 

In a few moments she was asleep, which left Erik to be the alert and awake one. Not that he could sleep even if he tried, his mind was too busy thinking over all the things which could very well happen as soon as they'd land; as well as what could happen once they broke into the Trask Industries facility...throw in the meeting at the White House, and well, many things could go wrong. It was a bit of a headache to think of all those variables. But someone had to, no offence to Liesel she was always the do first think later type. Her plan makings skills were probably no more improved than what they were the last time she came up with something.

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The bumping and grinding of the plane landing was what Liesel woke up to, she groaned and moaned, and made other rather unhappy noises while sitting up. She looked to Erik as he sat up too, it seemed that some way through the journey back he had gone to sleep too. Though he become more alert and awake quicker than herself. She was still sitting bleary eyed as Erik pulled the boxes away and made a clear opening for the ramp.

Kneeling up she lost her balance slightly from the rocking of the plane settling and she gripped onto his shoulders, she sent him an apologetic look while righting herself and looked over to the ramp too. "So what, we're just going to run for it?" Liesel whispered from over his shoulder.

Erik looked back at her and shrugged. "Honestly? It's perhaps the best. The less attention we bring to ourselves here the better. The last thing we need is the authorities over here being on immediate high alert. It would make the rest of our tasks harder to achieve." He said while looking back, already he could hear the chatter of the pilots; both of which seemed quite happy and pleased to be back in America.

There was a metallic grinding noise, and slowly the ramp was lowered, Liesel let out an annoyed noise when people appeared. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she leaned her chin against his shoulder. "We're going to get found out." She said dimly, Erik frowned, already a small group of people had cleared a small section of the plane at the other end closest to the ramp. With the way they were going, they would be found, Liesel was right, as much as he didn't wish to admit it. "May I?" She questioned while waving a hand to the pottering people.

"You're very selective." Erik stated, Liesel raised an eyebrow. "Go for it." Out of the two of them, her acting as the offensive was probably better. One sight of him and knowing their luck the damn army would be called in, dramatic, but he wouldn't put it past these people.

Liesel smiled and managed to lean across him to kiss him briefly on the cheek before shooting to a stand. She brushed her high-vis jacket down, pulled herself over the boxes and casually stood there. One man noticed her and immediately went to ask who she was and what she was doing here. All the while Liesel just smiled, reaching up when he was close, she pressed a finger to his forehead; he fell to the floor shuddering slightly.

Flicking her eyes up she narrowed them when the men, instead of running, seemed to wish to try their luck and take her on. "Men...will you never learn?" She mused almost wistfully while picking up a nearby box and throwing it at one, while elbowing another in the face, his nose made a sickening cracking noise and he fell backwards. Running towards the ramp, she flung out a leg and kicked a man squarely in the chest. "Auf Wiedersehen!" She sung out watching as the man shuttled backwards and rolled down the rest of the ramp before landing in a heap at the bottom. "Done!" She exclaimed happily and turned around to grin widely in Erik's direction.

He was leaning casually against the boxes, he'd pretty much watched the whole thing with a small level of amusement. "Well done." 

Liesel waved a hand at him, dismissing the simple praise while turning and pulling the horribly coloured jacket off. She threw it to one side with disdain. She'd only kept it on because it got cold up here without any proper insulating. Erik did much the same while climbing over the boxes with ease and walking over to her side. They both ran down the ramp and looked about at the open space they were in. So far no other workers had paid notice to what had happened, which was odd considering one man was still at the base of the ramp.

"Eh, ignorant." Liesel offered dryly with a shrug as they walked in the other direction than the terminal building. "The facility you're wanting is in the warehouse district. It is big enough to conceal all weapons, and robot making business. It is also the perfect position for shipping these things out." Liesel explained while Erik waved a hand at the simple metal fence which was enclosing the space from the rest of the city beyond. "Your stuff is in the Pentagon."

He frowned at that, "It isn't on display, is it?"

"Not to the public." Liesel smiled, "That would be salt in the wounds, don't you think?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was though." Erik said heavily while moving through the gap in the fence he had created. Once through he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets with a frown.

"Ah, yes: 'Here is Magneto's helmet, mutant leader, and overall tyrant and menace to the human race.' I can see the exhibit now..."

"Tyrant and menace might have to be swapped."

"You can be quite menacing...I'm not certain you know this."

"As for tyrannical?" Erik asked while looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a slightly amused expression.

"Eh," Liesel waved a hand in a so-so motion while looking confused, both over the question asked and answer she gave.

"Nice. Thanks." Erik said, Liesel laughed and shook her head.

"Breaking into the Pentagon sounds fun, actually." Liesel said while looking up at the sky. Not that she had forgotten what it looked like in the hours spent on that plane, but it was certainly nice to see again.

Erik's mouth turned up slowly into a half smile. "It won't be hard."

"Pfft, of course it wouldn't be. All those electronics...and metal, what's the saying I am looking for? Like a kid in a candy store, yes? Is that it? It'll be a breeze." Liesel said while waving a hand in the air before clasping her hands behind her back with a small nod.

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Edited: 17/June/2019

Reedited: 26/August/2021