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"Oh my God, you have burgers? I love you," Josh gasped, wide eyed as he followed Jacob in like a lost puppy. Randall grinned, rolling his eyes as he waved Corinth goodbye and followed his brother in as well.

"Yes, we have burgers. Thank you, Josh," Jacob said, and chuckled out loud, walking inside. He had Kevin prepare a special meal for the two.

Josh could hardly contain himself- burgers! He might as well be winning the lotto or something he was so overjoyed.
Randall was a little more calm about it; he normally was in situations like this. He just smiled at Josh, glad to see him so happy when he had been so depressed yesterday.

"Hope you guys don't mind, but I'm bringing my beer, and smokes. Want one? It won't hurt. Corinth found a way to make them heal instead of do harm," Jacob said, lighting one.

"Smoke makes me sneeze," Josh stated the same time Randall shrugged and said "Why not?"
Josh immediately turned to look at him with his eyes widened in surprise. "Randall!"
"What? If they heal they certainly won't give me cancer or something."
Josh conceded the point but still looked concerned over the whole situation.

Jacob held out a cigarette, and lit it once it was in Randall's mouth. He knew that long ago, he should've quit, but boy, did it feel good. And it relaxed him. Best part was that he was a casual smoker, not an addict.

"Hey Josh, want a drink? I can get whatever you want," Jacob said, smiling.

"Just water, thanks," he mumbled, scooching away from Randall with his nose twitching unhappily.
The cigarette took a little getting used to but eventually Randall got the hang of it- boy, was it weird. Oddly relaxing, if not a bit strange.
God, his mother would kill him if she saw what he was doing right now.

"Okay. Water's the thing we got a helluva lot of. Josh? How you doing?" Jacob asked, and opened the door to the pub where the burgers would be.

Josh glanced up at him, looking slightly surprised. "How am I doing? What do you mean, how am I doing? I guess I'm doing fine- why do you ask?"

"You don't like the smoke, do you? That's understandable. I'll just put mine out," Jacob said, cocking his head to the side.

"Makes my nose itch. I feel like it's about to explode any minute," he confessed, rubbing his poor, sensitive little nose in an effort to ease the feeling.
Randall grinned at his brother, putting his own cigarette out and tossing it in a nearby trashcan- if he just tossed it on the ground Josh would have a stroke.
It was at that moment Josh's nose exploded with a rather powerful sneeze, the recoil of it sending his head into the table. There was a moment of silence, a muffled "Ow," and then both twins cracked up and couldn't stop laughing for the next five minutes.

"What?" Jacob looked away when he sneezed, and tossed his cigarette into the trash... or whatever it was. It was also that moment where the man in charge came up to Jacob and whispered in his ear. Jacob stopped, and listened. Then he nodded. He understood. "Look, change of plans for me. I have a mission,"

"What?" Josh looked up in surprise, his forehead a little red from where he had smacked it. "You're- where're you going? A mission- to do what? Don't- don't die, Jacob-"
Randall stayed silent, watching Jacob through a calculating dark blue gaze. He was tempted to ask to come along, but he didn't know if it was breaching some kind of protocol or something. He'd probably get turned down anyway.

"I can't tell you guys. It's classified. All I can say is, we think we've got a position on Vladimir, and we are going after him. Don't worry, I won't die," Jacob said, patting them on the back. He looked at Kevin, and nodded. Soon, the burgers came up, and Jacob thanked him for it.

Oh yeah. No way in hell was Randall going to be able to come along.
"Good luck," he murmured, and by golly he meant it. "Do us a favor and blast his freaking head off."
Randall wasn't an idiot; he knew it was the Russian's fault their plane had been shot down. That also meant it was their fault his mom was dead. He just regretted that he wasn't able to find her, and it wouldn't be him who put the bullet in his head.
Josh had gone silent again, thinking about something with a vacant look in his eyes. He was worried, yes- he was a lot more readable than his twin.

"Three times. One for all of us," Jacob said, smiling. He would blow it up three times, then would kill every Russian in his army.

Randall nodded, studying him a moment. "How long do you think you'll be gone?"

"Longer than my food takes to run out, and shorter than it takes for Vladimir to die," Jacob chuckled. It was one of those special answers reserved for some of the more special questions. Although, this wasn't a special question. More like a legitimate one.

((I FOUND IT! VICTORY!))

(YAAAY)

Randall raised an eyebrow at him with a deadpan expression on his face. "That's real specific, Jacob, thanks for that."
"Ah, so you're going after Vladimir," Josh noted out loud, ever the observant one. "When are you leaving? Now?"

((I don't remember much. ))

Jacob nodded to both of them, patting Randall on his head. The kid was good, if not understanding. "iSarcasm, do you?" Jacob chuckled, and turned to Josh. "Yes, and I'll leave pretty soon. I don't know when, but I just might,"