POST RESCUE – Ben & Allana!
[ooc: briefly, and before this subthread]
With sixteen years of life experience in L.A. and over ten of actual L.A. combat, Ben was feeling pretty damn smug about this rescue. They'd rescued the people they'd gone in for, which was fucking awesome on a personal level – to have his uncle Sam back – and a 'professional' level. They'd completely beaten the asses of everyone inside (except that bitch Eve). And, for once, he was the person in the fight with the most L.A. specific experience – well, next to Allana, and only by virtue of her being from a time ahead of him – and had shown his dad just how much ass he really could kick.
People grouped and parted outside the warehouse, swapping notes, discussing 'clean up' and debating about the tending of fight injuries, but right now Ben had eyes for only one redhead. Letting out a whoop, one of celebration and so she'd know he was coming and not slice his head off, Ben all but pounced on Allana, scooping her up and swinging her around with another one of those victory noises. When the multi-rotation spin was over, he didn't let go and didn't even move to let her feet touch the ground. She was caught.
He liked it. A lot.
"I told you we'd do it," he said, that cocky smile plastered across his face. There was such a thing as the Solo smirk, everyone knew that, but there was also the equally known (in L.A.) Winchester Smile, and it would be forever debated as to which was more 'epic'.