I'm sorry to have to tell you this...-Berlin and Phoenix

Playing Doctor

Inquisitively, Phoenix furrowed her brows as she studied Rio, who lay upon a desk The Professor called his own. Observing the purple marked lines drawn all over his torso, she attempted to understand the information her old friend was filling her brain with. However, she couldn't deny that she was finding it quite difficult. Phoenix had never been the smartest at school: intelligence was definitely not her leading skill. Profiled; she'd be known as a dumb blonde. Yet, she was still trying her hardest to grasp the information her leader delineated as she was aware of it's importance.

"The lungs; right and left... Going from the heart, we have the veins. Subclavian, right... and left..."

After helping Nairobi cognize a piece of information she had learnt, Berlin adjusted his eyes to pay attention to The Professor once again. However, when he did, he couldn't help but notice the adorable expression on his princess' face. He smirked; recognising that Phoenix was finding this lesson challenging. He was well aware of her weak academic intelligence and her small attention span. When it came to planning for the Bank of Spain heist, she was no help with the numbers and calculations side of things; she enjoyed keeping the academics entertained, and being given tasks she knew she would be able to assist with. Still, he was awestruck by her strict attempt to stay focused.

"Internal jugular... and external jugular."

Whilst swapping the purple marker for a red one, The Professor updated the gang,

"Red lines are major arteries."

Eventually, feeling the need to interrupt, Denver quickly raised his hand.

"Hey. Wait, wait, wait. What is this? You gonna teach us to be medics with some markers?"

From his question and the sarcastic tone that assisted it, it was clear that Denver was struggling to accept the later responsibility he knew he would obtain during the upcoming heist.

Beginning to trace the red lines over Rio, The Professor sharply informed,

"If you get shot, you cannot go to the hospital. You'll handle it yourselves."

The fact immediately went to his head and his heart fell to his stomach. Denver shuffled anxiously, an unsteady sigh escaping his lips,

"This is suicide."

"That's enough." Moscow ordered.

"No. It's one thing being stuck inside that rat trap. Dying is something else."

Now completely striking Phoenix out of her faze of attention, the young girl grew irritated. She was already finding it difficult to understand the information she was being told without Denver interrupting The Professor over something that should have already been clear to him from the start.

Sighing heavily, Phoenix placed both of her hands on the desk, beside Rio, turned to Denver, and told him.

"Noted. Denver, if you get shot, I'll remember this moment and tell everyone that you would prefer a qualified surgeon. We'll send you out of the bank, just for that, to satisfy you. Happy?"

Denver nodded, whilst smiling widely at the attention Phoenix was giving him.

"Yeah. Thank you, Gorgeous."

Moscow rolled his eyes at his son's pathetic attempt to lightly flirt with the blonde, and Phoenix's eyes narrowed in confusion at Denver's quick, satiate agreement with her acerbic suggestion.

"No." Their leader responded, continuing to focus on Rio.

Piping up, Tokyo stated with a shrug,

"I'd rather be a cripple and free, than to be stuck in jail and healthy."