Durand grabbed two of the folding chairs that had been used during the briefing, slid one across the floor to Hannah, turned the other one around so that its back was to the American woman before taking a seat, facing her, his arms draped over the back of the chair as he listened to her.
"I think you're right." The Frenchman said when she had finished speaking, said that she wanted to be with the team.
"Don't get me wrong, Hannah, you are one hell of a pilot. If there was one person I would want in the air covering our asses as we go in it would be you." Durand grinned. He wasn't bullshitting her or trying to build her up. It was true.
"But what we're dealing with here goes way beyond anything any of us have experienced before." And the deeper they dig into things the crazier it all gets.
They had all seen things that Durand would never have believed a year ago. But Omdahl had perhaps experienced more than any of them. Maybe. Durand didn't really know for sure, he just knew that she had a....what? An ability? A gift? Was that what it was? Or was it a curse? Sébastien Durand didn't know. Was he being a bastard taking her out of her natural element and wanting her with them on the ground? Treating her almost as a weapon, but one made of flesh and bone? Perhaps. But having her with them added a new dimension to their abilities. And maybe made it more likely that they would all be coming back.
And that was all that really mattered in the end. They already had two members of their team down. How seriously in Dancer's case was still not clear. And Durand was determined that he would do all that he could to make sure no one else fell.
"For this mission I think you can make a huge contribution on the ground. We need your skills." Skills. That was one way to put it. Durand smiled, his hand clasping the aviatrix's shoulder, firmly, a gesture intended to convey solidarity. Comradeship. To dispel any doubts that she may have.
"Let's do it."
Rising to his feet, the DGSE Operator pushed his chair away. It was settled, one decision made. But there were still a multitude of other things to be dealt with, to occupy his mind. After checking in with each member of Grey Cell he went to speak to Christophe Vidry and his Air Commandos, joined them as they gathered in a huddle that concluded with a loud rendition of the French national anthem,
La Marseillaise.
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