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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!))

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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,"

Randall flinched slightly as if expecting to get smacked, although it disappeared quickly as he felt Jacob's hand on his head. He looked up slightly, finally sighing and letting his shoulders drop tiredly.
Josh let out an unhappy kind of sound, sitting back and leaning slightly against his brother, looking lost in his own thoughts. It seemed to be happening to him more and more frequently, getting lost in his own little world; nobody had really confronted him about it though so he assumed it was fine. He didn't really care, and it was good to take a step every now and then and just think.

"Josh, you okay there bud?" Jacob said, looking over at him. He noticed how he reacted, and he wanted to make both of them feel good. After all, he'd practically be caring for them. Hell, they'd make good additions to his squad. Both of them. The sharpshooter, and the medic.

"Hmm?" he replied, startled out of his blank state after a moment. "What- oh, I'm fine. Just... Thinking, that's all." He stretched, arching his back and letting out a yawn before shaking himself awake and back to his senses again. "So what now?"

"Thinking? Thinking? Why, son, we haven't thought since we were 18, and look how well we've turned out!" Jacob said, holding his hands out, and chuckling. It was true, he didn't like to think with friends around. "Ahh, what the hell. Now? Well, I probably should get ready for the trip. Unless you want to go, in which case, I got to get US ready for the trip."

"Wait... We can come?" Randall asked slowly, raising an eyebrow. "I thought this was some 'top secret dangerous macho man mission'-" He was quickly pummeled into silence by Josh, however, before he could suggest that they were in fact staying behind.
"We're coming!" the younger of the two twins stated with glee. "We're coming."
To be bluntly honest he didn't want to let Jacob out of his sight; he had gotten attached to the big lug and last time he had gotten attached to somebody and he hadn't been there with them, they had died, so Josh was reluctant to let him go. Instinct, you could say.

"Top secret? Yes, it is. So naturally, the whole damn country will know. But yes, you can hop along with me, though, I warn you, danger at every turn!" Jacob said, raising an eyebrow, and scrunching up his face, before laughing his head off. He pointed at the kids, and couldn't stop laughing at all. He got attached to them, like a father to a son, so to speak. "Good, good. Should we get ready?"

The two of them sat there, almost deadpan, watching as Jacob laughed his head off. Josh was the one who cracked first, giving him a lopsided grin as he watched the older one laugh like an idiot. It was funny.
"Danger? Please, tell me something I don't already know," Randall muttered with a sigh, resenting the fact that they both already had faced their fair share of life threatening situations.
"We're gonna go beat the snot out of some people," Josh said happily, as if announcing that the Queen of England had arrived and was handing out cupcakes.

"Beat the snot? Now that's just disgusting. What about, Beat the Shit?" Jacob chuckled, and stretched out. "Friend, by danger, I mean armies of men trying to kill us. Can you stand up against that? Or am I being insane?"

"That's even worse," Josh told him with a grin, shaking his head.
"Pfft. It won't be the first time we've been against an army," Randall said with a shrug. "Only instead of two it'll be three."

"Oh, you're no fun anymore," Jacob said with a smile, and patted their heads. "So, done this before, eh? Oh, you don't need me, then! C'mon! You two can get Vlad! Yeah! I know it! See, all you gotta do is get through everything he throws at you, past his own weapons, and once you get past that hand of his, he ain't so bad at all!"

"Yeah, we haven't done something on this scale before," Randall said with a frown, choosing to ignore the thing about the hand. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, really. "But we've had the odds against us before and we're still alive."
"We seem to have a lot of luck," Josh chimed in cheerfully. "Whether it's good or bad, well, that seems to vary depending on the week."

"Well, I have, but not against this guy. Trust me, you don't want to get close to him. He has a nasty right hook, if you know what I mean. Also, if you see him, and he sees you, duck, and fast. He has a pretty deadly gun on his right hand," Jacob said, and walked towards his room, waiting for the other guys to follow. "Well, don't just stand there"

"Wait- he has a gun for a hand?" All sorts of odd thoughts started racing through Josh's mind at that mental image: did he ever poke himself in the eye with a gun when he woke up in the morning? How'd he cut his food? You kinda need two hands to do that.
He would've thought of more but Randall jostled him out of his thoughts and jerked his head at Jacob. The boy let out a little "Oh" of surprise and the two started to follow him. Josh'd come back to those thoughts later, they were pretty intriguing, but for now he'd just follow Jacob's lead.

"Very complicated, and I'd rather not talk about it right now. You'll learn on the way there. But for now? Lets just get our stuff ready, K?" Jacob said, and walked off to his room, stretching out his back and cracking his knuckles.