Black Market Death (xMILENKOx & Sinfulwolf)

To whom this may concern,

My name is Demetri Romanov son of the former president of Solkovia Nikolai Romanov. I am your client and with the entire contents of my fathers swiss bank account I plead to you for help. I need trained soldiers to help bring about a revolution in Solkovia. The millitary dictatorship of General Sergei Gurlukavich has turned this once prosperous nation into filthy slum where criminals run free and the people suffer. I know this news is most likely new to you and you probably dont care, but Iam sure the money is enough to persuade you to help.

Yours faithully,

Demetri Romanov​

This is what the email said that was sent to The Agency. The Agency was a private global security force which hires mercenary soldiers to the highest bidder, killers for hire. Demetri was right, the Agency couldnt care less about the situation in Solkovia. Infact neither could the world super powers. Russia being the nearest super power to the eastern European state of Solkovia were happy to let Gurlukavich's tyranny continue whilst he supplied the Russians were a steady supply of natural gas and oil. Though with the entire wealth of Romanov at their disposal the Agency were quick to answer Demetri's call. A team of ten mercenarys were sent to Solkovia. After arriveing in Moscow, the team met up at the Agency's Russian office where they were breifed and prepared. A old army truck that was used by civillians was there transportation. Civilian clothing was also suppiled along sacks and crates to hide weapons and equipment. it had been a long couple of days but eventually the team was in Solkovia. Their destination was a village called Novaska where the Solkovian Revolution was set to begin.

The truck shuddered as it drove across the rocky road to Novaska. It had been almost two days since the team left Russia, passing through various millitary checkpoints and villages the team got a sense of what the situation in Solkovia was. The sound of gun fire echoed in the distance whilst the poverty and social injustice was for all to see. This though didnt bother the hardened mercenarys. They had all experiance simmilar situations and killed for cash all over the world. The team leader was ex-SAS officer Nigel Smith, the 46 year old sat in the back of the truck looking out of the back as he casually smoked his final ciggerette. Nigel was a experianced leader and had led soldiers of all nations to victory throughout his mercenary career. Nigel was a tall man standing around 6'3" with a strong build. He was bald with a dark broan goatee beard and blue eyes. Nigel was clad simply in a black fleece hat, a old russian army green over coat, a brown shirt, black fingerless gloves, black trousers and black work boots. "Ok ladies and gents get ready to move!.." Nigel called out to his team as they past a signpost for Novaska. Nigel lifted a old duffel bag containing his equipment and slung it over his shoulder as he stood up at the back of the truck ready to exit the truck.

With a casual nod the team's demolitions expert acknowledged Nigel's order. This was Ratko 'Bomber Man' Grukov an ex Spetnaz and KGB agent. The nickname bomber Man came from one of his first experiance of captalist life which was playing the 1983 video game Bomber Man, which essentially he was due to his excessive training and knowledge of all things explosive. Ratko was a 53 year old Chechen born Russian, his short black hair was accompanied by black stubble and his eyes were a deep brown. Ratko was built like a ox, staneing around 6'1" with a large strong build. He was clad simply in a black t-shirt, a black bomber jacket, black gloves, black combat pants that were tucked into a pair of black combat boots. As he stood up from his seated posistion in the cornor of the back of the truck he lifted two large sacks contianing all his toys. The heavy russian then stomped over to Nigel's side as he too awaited their arrival. Ratko took a deep breath of the cold air and smiled. "Its good to be back..." He muttered to himself if a thick russian accent, he had spent most of his time lately in the Africa and Asia. It was obvious he was glad to be back in the cold climate.

As the truck drew closer to Novaska everyone began to prepare to exit the truck. The sudden movement in the back of the truck awoke one of the teams younger and less experianced members. 27 year old Chris Roberts was relaxing on a few of the sacks. The young American was about to embark on his first Agency mission. He was fresh out of the marines and desperate for some adventure and a better pay cheque. All ready his inexperiance was begining to show and didnt impress the his more senior team mates. Rubbing his head as he sat up Chris watched as Ratko walked past him slugging two sacks loaded with explosive equipment. Breifly he made eye contact with Nigel whom didnt look to impressed that Chris had slept the entire journey. Chris's arrogance and cock nature were brought on by his skill. His impressive resume made him a must have for the agency after he finished his final tour of Iraq last year. Chris sported a short brown mowhawk with the sides shaved very close to his scalp. His face was dotted with a light stubble and his blue eyes peered out through a pair of black shades. Clad simply in a black vest, black leather jacket, blue jeans and black boots Chris stood up and walked over to Nigel and Ratko. He casually patted Ratko on the back. "Its good to be home huh?.. Comrade.." Chris replied in a bad russian accent. Ratko simply looked over his shoulder at the young american and pushed his hand of him. "Тупоумный американец!" Ratko hissed in response before turning around and pushing past Chris. Chris shrugged his shoulders and was quick to take Ratko's previous posistion beside Nigel. "Whats his problem?!..." Chris asked casually before takeing hold of the side of the trucks back door to balance himself. Nigel grinned simply in response as he looked over chris breifly before looking back at Ratko whom continued to mutter to himself in Russian as he droped his sacks in the cornor he was once previously sat in.

Meanwhile in Novaska all seemed quiet. The small farming village seemed to be deserted. The only sounds to be heard were the truck entering the town and the birds who flew on above. The civillian driver drove the truck towards a old barn. As the truck approached the heavy barn doors were opened by two men and the truck was quick to drive into the barn. Soon its engine came to a halt and members of the virgin revolutionary group began to surround the truck. Nigel was first to disembark as he jumped from the back of the truck down to the concreete floor below. "So you must be the mercenarys?" Asked a man who walked around to the back of the truck acompanied by two young men carrying AK-47s. Nigel looked over the man whom looked so out of place in the village. This man was freshly shaved, his black hair was waxed back and he was clad in a smart grey suit. "and you must be the client?.. Mr Romanov, I presume.." Replied Nigel who casually extended his arm offering his hand to the man. The man nodded before takeing Nigel's hand and shakeing it firmly. "Please call me Demetri... welcome to Solkovia.." With his greeting finished Demetri took his hand away before leaning towards the truck and looking over Nigel's team. Demetri sighed, he was obviously unhappy to have to resort to mercenarys to help him take back his father's country.

Upon hearing Nigel's command, 37 year old Lynn Thorvald opened her eyes. She had not been sleeping like Chris, just resting while she still had the chance. Canadian born with combat experience while serving with the Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry, and the Canadian Special Operations Regiment, Lynn had been a good grab for the agency. The increased paycheck had been a good financial move for Lynn.

Looking out the back of the truck at the shrinking signpost she pulled her duffel bag of equipment closer with her combat boot clad foot. She shrugged her shoulders, stretching the muscles, and zipped up the black leather jacket she wore over a dull green t-shirt. She was used to the cold, but still didn't like it that much. Reaching into a pocket of her dark gray cargo pants she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, quickly lighting it while Chris showed his knack for knowing how to talk to people.

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes she took a drag of the smoke, feeling it swirl in her lungs, and watching it flow from her nostrils into the chill crisp air. As the truck pulled into the barn, Lynn brushed an errant bang behind her ear. Her hair fell around her shoulder blades and was tied back in a tight pony tail save a few of those stubborn bangs. She had naturally black hair, but had dyed it with streaks of dark crimson.

Climbing out of the truck behind the team leader she dropped the nearly finished cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath the toe of her boot as she heard another man jump out of the truck beside her.

"Well don't he look rich," said Daniel O'Connor, his Irish accent thick as he pulled his duffel off the truck and held it beside him.

"He better fucking be," Lynn replied pulling her own bag off and slinging it over her shoulder and moving towards the little gathering.

Dan grinned, his shag of light brown hair waving slightly in the wind. An old olive drab jacket covered his torso, and he wore brown work boots and jeans. He was definitely a little out of place amongst the professional ex-soldiers, but his electronic expertise was highly valued, and when the shit hit the fan, as it would, he did his job well. Almost surprisingly.

Lynn ignored his smile and stood beside Nigel without saying a word, and ignoring the disapproving look she, and the entire team, had gotten from Mr. Romanov.

"Проклятые хищники!" Demetri responded to Lynn and Dans little convosation. Relaying on the idea that the team was probably not well versed in his native tongue. Though it wasnt long untill Ratko stepped forward and snapped back at Demetri. "Наблюдайте ваш язык!" Replied Ratko defiantly as he stood by Nigel like a wild dog. Demetri's glared at Ratko whilst his little band of rebels grew tense. "Enough!.." Nigel yelled, trying to calm the situation. Ratko snarled as he stepped back whilst Demetri grinned as if he had won a little victory over the Russian. Chris watched on in amusement as he stood leaning against the back of the truck with his arms folded. "Now to the matter at hand!..." Nigel added whilst keeping calm. Demetri nodded before signalling his ment to leave, soon the rebels dispersed and began to go about their duties. "Well firstly welcome to Novaska, the village in which my father was born and the revolution that will take back his country will begin!.. All those willing to stand against the new goverment have gathered here... and it will be you, who give this revolution the boost it needs to rise from the ashes and crush the dogs whom have run my father country into the dirt!" Demetri explianed pastionatly.

"So when do we get paid?.." Chris asked without a care. The initial response he got was glares from Demetri and Nigel. "The contents of my father's swiss bank account has been deposited into your employer's account.." Demetri replied before being interupted by Nigel. "We get paid once the jobs done..." Nigel added sharply before takeing his glance of the rookie. "There is a house across the road where you can set yourselfs up.." Demetri was soon to explain, with this Nigel was quick to take command. Turning to face his troops. "Ok people, gather your stuff and get yourselfs set up across the road..." Nigel ordered simply before turning back to Demetri. Ratko wasted no time in doing as he was told by grabbing the two sacks containing his equipment before stomping out of the barn towards the house. Chris sighed and shrugged his shoulders before grabbing two duffel bags then following Ratko. Meanwhile Demetri and Nigel walked together to the other side of the bar casually chatting.[/i]

Dan smiled as Ratko snapped back at the client. He actually had to hold back a laugh, especially when Chris opened his mouth. Oh how the American got to him. Lynn simply cocked an eyebrow, wondering how very ignorant the man paying her and the others were.

After the conversation between Nigel and Demetri, and the orders to get their belongings, Dan and Lynn shared a look. The two had a history together; an operation in Africa that had gone bad quickly.

"So... doesn't he know its rude to insult the folks he's purchasing in a language they don't understand right to their faces?" Dan asked.

"Seems to think there's a huge difference between us and the soldiers he's paying," Lynn said as she moved in alongside Ratko, leaving Dan to fall back and small chat with Chris.

"Ratko. What'd he say to us?" Lynn asked the large man.

"He called us vultures... Mercenarys are not very welcome in this part of the world... hell it was probably men from the agency that killed Demetri's father and aided the millitary coup which followed.." Ratko explained casually to Lynn. His pissed of tone and attitude soon fadeing as he was joined by Lynn, she seemed to have a calming affect on Ratko who temper was as dangerous as the explosive contents of his sacks. As they reached the house Ratko set his sacks on the ground carefully by the door before opening the door for Lynn. "Ladys first..." He said in a gentlemenly way as he let her enter, once she was inside he was quick to follow reluctant to hold the door for Dan and Chris. As Ratko entered the house the door slammed behind him as he carried his equipment into the first available room. "This will do..." Ratko muttered tohimself as he set the sacks down by a table before he began to unpack his equipment onto the table. Semtex C4, Granades of all kinds, detonators and other explosive meterial began to pile on the table which was soon joined by a AK-47 Spetsnaz a personal favourite of Ratko's.

Chris strolled towards the house pretty care free alongside Dan as he watched Lynn and Ratko walk on ahead. As the door was slammed behind Ratko, Chris grinned. "Fucking Russkie..." Chris muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, dropping his bags breifly before opening the door. He dragged his bags into the house whilst holding the door for Dan. "Home sweet home!.." Chris joked as he wondered into the house dumping his bags onto a old couch. He looked around the house whilst grinning stupidly. "Hey wheres the Jacuzzi?.." He joked again acting as if this was a luxury hotel and not an abandonned farm house.

Meanwhile back in the barn Demetri led Nigel down into a secret basement beneath the barn which he was currently useing as a hideout. The entrance was hidden by a few crates which were prmptly moved aside by Demetri's men. As they decended into the depths of the basement neither Nigel or Demetri spoke. Soon Demetri led Nigel into his makeshift office. "Please take a seat.." Demetri spoke respectfully for a change as he offered a old wooden chair to Nigel which sat on the other side of Demetri's desk which had once been a small dining table. Nigel took his seat as Demetri took his. A bottle of vodka and two glasses sat on the desk along with numerous maps and documents. Demetri filled the two glasses with Vodka and slid one over to Nigel. "No thanks, I dont drink while Iam working.." Nigel responed and pushed the glass towards Demetri whom was quick to down his own drink before drinking Nigel's.

"I do get that feeling," Lynn said in reply to the Russian's explanation. She walked quietly for a moment, and even offered a rare smile as the door was held open for her. She paid no heed as it slammed shut behind Ratko. Her eyes took a quick glance around the house before she followed her Russian friend into the room and started unloading her own kit.

A combat knife, fragmentation grenades, nine bangers, frag vest, warlord tactical vest, her medical equipment, and the largest little bit was her C8A2 carbine. She smiled as she ran her fingertips over the oiled metal and dull green hand guards. the EOtech sight mounted on top would need to be checked up on ASAP however.

As Ratko started to unload his own kit, Lynn nodded in approval. The man always knew how to pack to make a dull party a bang.


Dan wandered in with Chris, and tossed his bag across the floor, causing a loud bang as his radio equipment hit the wall. With a shrug he turned to Chris.

"Yeah, no Jacuzzi, I demand more money. Considering the amount we're getting paid the guys should be able to afford something better," he complained.

"Supposed to get paid Danny boy. Remember Egypt?" Lynn's voice said from the other room, reminding Dan of the mission last here that him and Lynn had been on that had gone... sour.


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"Well as long as we are killing soldiers and gangster Iam sure Demetri and his people will try to like us..." Ratko replied with a grin as he finished unpacking his gear. He took a moment to just stare at his equipment which he was so proud of. His skills with all things that go bang bordered on passion. He couldnt go a week without blowing something up. Then last but not least he pulled out a no smokeing sign and stuck it to the door to his room. After all they had to be carefull when they had enough explosives to wipe out the entire village. Once he was finished Ratko stepped out from his room just in time to hear Dan's radio go 'clunk'. The russian shook his head before pulling a hip flask from his inside jacket pocket then takeing a quick swig of the fresh Russian vodka he had bought back in Moscow. "This will be a long mission.." Ratko muttered to himself with a sigh as he watched Dan and Chris.

Chris however thought nothing of the radio as he casually crashed down onto the couch beside his gear and pulled out another ciggerette which he was quick to light and begin smokeing happily. His eyes soon fell onto Ratko's sign which caused him to grin. "Good job Iam not in your room Ratty, wouldnt wanna go hiroshima on our asses!.." He joked again and was greeted with Ratko's usual serious face. Not only was he not happy to be called Ratty but also he was happy to have to spend so much time with Chris. "Отроческий рывок!" Ratko muttered in his native tongue before turning his back on Chris and entering his room once again where he began tp set up a makeshift bed.

Meanwhile back in Demetri's office; Nigel and Demetri were still chatting. By now Demetri had explained the situation on Solkovia and whom they were up against. "As well as Gurlukavich's army you will also have to face The Sons of Solkovia. A criminal orginisatiom much like the Russian Mafiya, The Sons of Solkovia were formed after the collapse of the Soviet Union. At first they were nothing more than a few ex soldier's who wanted to rule Solkovia but eventually they tirned into a paramillitary orginisation and eventually with the help of a senior member who at the time was a General in my fathers army, the man whom now the people are forced to call their president Sergei Gurlukavich they turned into a major criminal orginisation whom now operate also as Gurlukavich's secret police.." Demetri explained, as he spoke of the sons of Solkovia it was obvious he hated them deeply, after all it was them whom carried out his father's assination which led to Gurlukavich's rise to power. Demetri then poured himself another glass of vodka and knocked it back quickly. "Остальные в отце мира.." He muttered to himself before doing the symbol of the cross, his fingers touching his forehead, stomach then each shoulder before comeing to his mouth were he kissed them. Nigel remained silent and listened respectfully to Demetri.

Lynn cocked her weapon and flicked it on safe. She aimed it out the window and tried to squeeze the trigger. When nothing happened she pushed the selector switch to repetition and held the trigger down, hearing the bolt slam forward and attempt to fire despite the lack of ammunition inside. Still depressing the trigger she cocked the action back again and released the trigger hearing a low 'clunk'. Depressing the trigger just had the weapon attempt to go off once more. Lynn cocked it again, flicked the weapon to automatic and squeezed and held it down, then cocked let go and squeezed the trigger, smiling when nothing happened.

Her test complete Lynn slammed a 30 round magazine into the housing and set the weapon on the table while she started to look over her warlord vest, making sure it was packed the way she wanted. As she worked on it she noticed Ratko put up the no smoking sign in the room she was sharing with him. She shrugged, the front door was right there, it wouldn't be difficult to get up. Then she heard Ratko muttering in Russian again.

"I really am going to have to learn that language," Lynn told him as she checked her 9mm hi powered browning she had forgotten in her duffel, and Ratko set up his bed.


Dan rolled his eyes as he heard the angry Russian muttering and moved over to his duffel, pulling out a hard laptop case. He had made sure to get the hard case, he didn't treat his duffel well. Popping the case open Dan began to set up his laptop in the corner of the room. He should get that set up before the boss came back regardless.

"Yeah... don't go Hiroshima on us. I like my shadow," Dan quipped to Chris's comment.

Ratko continued to set up his bed with the sounds of Lynn checking her equipment behind him. Hearing her comment about his language he grinned. "I appologise, when Iam angry it just takes over..." He explained in english. His temper was always obvious when he began to rant in Russian. Once his bed was complete Ratko lay down upon it. He lay back with his hands behind his head as he casually watched Lynn. Unlike most soldier's Ratko wasnt a stranger to seeing women fight by his side, after all the red army had always recruited women aswell as men. To Ratko she was no different to the rest of them. "Do you ever travel light?.." Ratko joked at the sight of all her gear. Ratko thenn pulled his hip flask out once more and took another quick drink of his vodka before holding out the dull chrome flask to Lynn. "Drink?.." He asked her simply as he lay back relaxing whilst they awaited Nigel's return.

Chris watched Dan from the couch as he began to set up his computer. Chris had nothing really to set up he was just a grunt, in his duffel bags were a combat vest, his customised M4 carbine, Beretta 92G Elite, bowie combat knife and other essential gear he felt was necessary to the mission. In fact it was more or less the kit he had back in the marines. Chris then stood up and removed his jacket before putting on his vest, sidearm thigh holster and knife sheath on the left side of the chest of his combat vest. Lifting up his M4 he casually began to pose with the rifle as if in a fire fight. He grinned enthusiastically as he entertained himself. "So when do we get to shoot up some mother fuckers?!" Chris asked Dan whilst he continued to move around the room as if he was storming the house.

"Tonight you and your men should rest.. tomorrow one of my men will take you to a near by millitary outpost, I simply wish you to attack it and clear it so my men can loot the weapons and munitions so we can defend Novaska if the enemy should ever find out about my location.." Demetri continued to explain to Nigel. The revolution was still young and Demetri's men were small in numbers and ill equiped. Demetri hoped the mercenarys would help the people see the revolution was worth fighting for and take up arms against the millitary.

Meanwhile at the millitary outpost near Novaska a truck arrived. The soldiers let the truck pass with no problem as they reconised the men in the truck who were not millitary. Four men dressed in black leather jackets and other casual clothing manned the truck. These men were members of the Sons of Solkovia and their truck was loaded with black market munitions. As the truck pulled up in the outpost's courtyard the engine stopped. The four men then casually vacated the truck and were greeted by the officer incharge of the outpost. A breif exchange of cash and truck keys took place and the gangsters were then led to a millitary jeep which would take them back to the city. The trucks contents were fresh from Russia and destined for the middle east.

Lynn nodded at his explanation of the Russian speak. She was finally satisfied with how her kit was and started to run her combat knife along a whet stone. Ratko made her feel comfortable, just as he was around her. Canada was one of a very few armies that allowed women into the combat arms of the military, so not too many were used to seeing a female in a front line position. Ratko's experience just made it easier to get along with him. When he asked about her kit, Lynn let out a small chuckle.

"Not usually," she said, patting the medical pouch she would clip to her thigh. The Canadian military had given her extensive medical training despite being in the Infantry. TCCC they called it, Tactical Casualty Combat Care. Useful, especially working in the Agency.

As Ratko passed her the flask she took it and gently took a sip. She inhaled sharply as the liquid ran over her tongue and down her throat, preferring a beer usually, but the vodka felt good out here in the cold. Probably why it was so huge in Russia. She handed the flask back to Ratko.

"Thanks," she said with a gentle smile.


Dan hadn't even taken his AK-74 from the bag yet. He didn't feel like it. Besides, he wouldn't be going into the actual fighting itself. He was the one that stayed back, using his laptop to hook up to satellites (despite it being very illegal) and guiding the rest of the team through their mission. As the laptop powered up Dan looked up to Chris. "Oh soon enough I suspect," he replied in answer to the American's question.

It wasnt long till two other members of team arrived in the village. American brothers Tyler and Blake Talbot arrived in a civilian car. Oldest brother 42 year old Tyler was the teams support gunner while his baby bro Blake 36 was the teams sniper. Pulling up outside the house the brothers were quick to join their comrades. Weilding weapons aquired in Solkovia Tyler the older and bigger brother carried a Kalashnikov RPK Light Machine Gun with a bipod and drum magazine whilst Blake carried a SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. Tyler was equal to Ratko in size and stature, with short brown hair, brown stubble and brown eyes where as Blake was shorter standing only 6'2" with a slim yet muscular build. Blakes agile form was coupled with a handsome face and shoulder length broen hair that was tied back in a pony tale, he had matching stubble to his brother aswell as matching eyes. As the two entered the house Tyler was first greeted by Chris. "Wow hold up there GI Joe!.." Tyler joked as he watched Chris pose with his gun. Chris hadnt met the Talbot brothers yet and it was soon clear it was just his personality that made him a jerk and not his nationality. "You must be the new kid?.." Tyler said with a grin as he held out his hand. Chris noticed the accent and smiled as he took hold of Tylers hand and shook it as firmly as he could though Tyler was far stronger.

Meanwhile Blake's eyes scanned the room desperate to see Lynn. Blake ad always like Lynn and had worked alongside her many times and playfully called himself her gaurdian angel due to the ammount of times hes covered her from a far and sniped anyone who tryed to harm her. "Lynn?.." He said simply not bothered by Chris. Looking around the room he made his way into Ratko and Lynn's room. As he caught sight of her a large smile slid across his face. "Hey Lynn.." He said affectionatly as he stood in the door way before nodding respectfully to Ratko.

Ratko grinned before sitting up and then leaveing the room. Leaveing Blake and Lynn alone. As Ratko entered the main room he caught sight of Tyler. "Tyler you yanky dog!.." Ratko said playfully as he walked up behind Tyler who was quick to turn to face the Russian. "Ratko you commie pig!.." Tyler replied before wrapping his arms around his old freind whom was quick to return the umbrace of his comrade. As they broke the hug and stepped away from each other Chris watched on jealously.

"And so the devlish duo return, with a flare as usual," Dan said sitting before his laptop, arms crossed in front of his chest as he waited impatiently for the damn thing to load up. When he looked over his shoulder, he couldn't help but grin at Chris's outward jealousy... and Blake's immediate move to find Lynn.

Lynn had just finished strapped a holster to the opposite thigh of her medical pouch, and slipped her sidearm in it, when she heard the familiar voice. She turned, and smiled softly, affectionately. She could sense something between her and Blake that went beyond comradeship. With Ratko gone she moved over to the American and gently hugged him.

"I didn't know you two were coming in for this one," she said as she pulled away from the embrace.

"Well Tyler heard Ratko was out here so he dragged me along!.." Blake lied openly, it was obvious he was only here for Lynn. As she hugged him he enjoyed her embrace and as she broke it he smiled and affectionatly stroked her cheek. "Its been a long time babe.." He said casually, it had been a long time since he had seen her and had long missed her. He set his sniper rifle down against the wall as he stood faceing Lynn.

Ratko was quick to pull out his flask and handed it to Tyler who wasted no time takeing a long hard drink. "Oh, shit thats good!..." Tyler shouted after he drank. His eyes soon fell on dan whom he greeted with a respectfull nod. "Yo Danny Boy!... still playing with damn computers?.." Tyler joked as he walked over to Dan and was soon standing over his shoulder before he handed him Ratko's flask.

Ratko watched Tyler with a grin. They had worked together for many years and were close freinds. Ratko's eyes soon fell upon Chris. "What?!" Ratko asked forcefully, his grin soon turning to a frown. Chris said nothing and simply walked past Ratko and out of the house. Chris then sat down on a old barrel and took another smoke out of his packet and lit it up before smokeing away happily. He felt so out of place in the team being the new guy.

Lynn smiled as she felt the soft touch on her skin. She reached around Blake and quietly closed the door, before once again throwing her arms around her lover and pressing her lips against his own, her body against his.


Dan grinned stupidly, making his fingers into the shape of a gun and pressing it against the side of his head. He made a 'bang' sound and pretended to slump dead.

"Yeah, still playing with computers. You still playing with dicks... I mean big dicks... I mean big guns. Sorry I get them confused all the time," he said smiling and taking the offered drink and sipping it back. He looked at the flask.

"If nothing else the Russians sure as hell know how to drink," he said, holding the flask back out to Ratko.

Then he saw Chris leave, and for the first time in awhile a frown crossed Dan's features.

As Lynn wrapped her arms around him and kissed him Blake was quick to return the kiss. Holding her hips firmly before he was quick to lift her up and hold her thighs at his sides before walking over to a wall where he pressed her back against the wall before his kisses grew more lustfully. Blake had missed Lynn badly and even though it wasnt the best time he couldnt help himself but make the most of the privacy.

Tyler laughed at Dan's remark before playfully punching his arm. "Funny fucker!.." He joked ith a grin as he watched Ratko take the flask. As the door closed behind Blake and the sounds of movement got louder. Ratko stopped for a moment and listened closely, he shook his head and grinned at Tyler. "So did you choose this job or did blake drag you here?" Ratko joked as Blake and Lynn's relationship wasnt exactly secret. Infact the reason they hadnt worked together for so long was because the agency thought their relationship could complicate their work. "Yeah, that little shit dragged me from my Hawaii beach house!.." Tyler replied with a grin, though he wasnt to bothered about being here it got him away from his wife and kids.

Her back against the wall, Lynn's mouth opened to the kiss, her tongue pushing in between Blake's lips. Her legs locked around his body, holding her firm while her hands moved down his back and slipped in between the pair of them, working at his belt. She had missed him terribly.

Dan only laughed as Tyler punched him, and let out a little sound of victory as his laptop finished loading up. He immediately pulled up the program he used to hack into satellite feeds. He wanted to know the area a little, and he was sure the rest of the team would to.

"Yes well, with the money from this job, you'll be able to get an army of hula maids in your Hawaii beach house," he said, eyes lighting up at the thought.

With the intensity of the situation Blake soon forgot about the job. His tongue began to rub against Lynns as they kissed. As she began to work at his belt he came back to reality. "Wow, baby..." He said slightly out of breath and a little nervous that the rest of the team were on the otherside of the door. Breaking the kiss for a moment he then began to kiss her neck passionatly. He held het contently still as they stood against the wall. Sweat began to run down his brow even though the air was cold.

"Ha my wife would kill me!..." Tyler replied with a grin to dan. It seemed funny that a trained killer would fear a house wife. Though it was more love than fear. Though hula maids would be fun. Ratko grinned as he took another drink from his flask. "I cant beleive you actually got married!.." Ratko said playfully. Not many men in this career got married or had partners. Ratko personally didnt want the worry.

"We'll just be quiet," Lynn whispered as she felt lips along her neck, her fingers easily pulling Blake's belt away and letting it fall to the floor. Her nimble fingers began to unzip his pants, not entirely caring if someone did hear them. Everyone knew about their relationship anyway.


Dan cocked an eyebrow towards the shut door when he thought he heard... nevermind. It wasn't his business. He turned his attention back to the computer as the program loaded the satellite images, showing the city and village in perfect clarity. With a grin Dan zoomed in on the house until he could see Chris sitting outside on a barrel smoking a cigarette.
"Wow... we got good imaging around here," he said.

Blakes nerves soon settled as he grew excited. Without a care he left her hands work away as he continued to kiss her neck occasionally sucking and biteing at her neck playfully. His hands held her thighs firmly as he enjoyed Lynn. "Mmmmm, fuck it.." He whispered in her ear before he began licking her ear lobe playfully.

Ratko walked over to Dan's computer and grinned at his comment. "What do you expect, the KGB liked to keep an eye on everybody!.." He explained. Tyler looked back to the closed door and shook his head before turning back to Dan. "You got any music on there Danny boy?.." He asked not really wanting to hear his brother getting laid. Ratko grinned and nodded. "Yeah get some music on..." Ratko added not really wanting to hear any of that.

Lynn started to pull down Blake's pants, using her feet in her eagerness, while her own hands worked at her own pants. She felt heat rise in her body, making her skin flush as she gasped while Blake's tongue flicked at her skin.

"Aww... but that's free porn... shutting up," Dan said before Tyler could even say something. He opened his music player, cranking some Flogging Molly's. His head started to move back and forth to the Irish band's lyrics and music. Looking up at his friends.
"Hope you guys don't mind this. Hey... what's Chris doing?" he said opening the satellite feed once more.

As Lynn began to undo her own pants he pulled her legs from his sides and made her stand infront of him before he got down onto his knees infront of her and playfully undone her belt and zipped down her fly. Without a car he pulled her pants down before his mouth came to her underwear and he playfully bit the fabric and pulled back at it. His hands casually tugged the sides of her underwear untill it fell down to her ankles ontop of her pants. He looked up at her whilst his face was close to her groin. "Mmmmmm, baby..." He said with a grin before playfully licking her pussy lips to her clit.

Chris smiled enjoying the music before takeing Chris's old seat on the couch. Ratko watched Chris on the screen without a care. "I dont know, I dont really care..." Ratko replied simply as he casually drank his vodka. Meanwhile outside Chris continued to smoke alone still pissed off.

Lynn bit her lower lip, and ran her fingers through Blake's hair. Her breathing started to come heavier as she felt Blake's tongue on her wet pussy. She stepped out of her clothing, pushing it to the the side with her boot. One handed she began to unzip her jacket.

Dan watched the new guy, and frowned.
"I don't trust him," Dan said simply, leaning back in the chair as he watched the satellite feed.

Still on his knees infront of her his tongue continued to lick her clit and lips playfully enjoying the taste of her juices. He then moved his left hand up between her legs and slowly slid two fingers inside her before gradually finger fucking her. "Mmmmm, you like that baby?.." Blake asked as he looked up to her awaiting her to remove the rest of her clothes.

"Hes cocky and arrogant.. I doubt he has the brains or balls to try anything stupid..." Ratko replied before putting his flask away. He then patted Dan on the back as he walked over to Tyler.

Lynn let a gasp escape her lips, as she tossed the jacket away, and pulled the shirt underneath off. She held it out beside her, looking down at her lover as his fingers slid in and out of her womanhood, before dropping it. Lynn's hands went behind her back and undid the sports bra she wore, and slipped it off her shoulders until her breasts were exposed to the cool air, her nipples erect from the chill and her arousal.
"You know I do cutey," she purred in a voice that only Blake heard.


Dan nodded at Ratko's words, but he wasn't convinced.
"I just got a bad vibe about the guy is all," he said. Last time he got a bad vibe, him and Lynn didn't get paid and were fighting through the streets of Cairo.

Keeping his fingers inside her Blake slowly stood up infront of Lynn. His tongue slid up her body as he slowly stood up. Tongue licked up her stomach and over her left breast where he sucked softly on her erect nipple before licking up to her neck then up over his chin and finally to her lips. All while his fingers slowly slid in and out of her pussy. He stepped out of his pants and stood infront of her in only his boots' boxer shorts, t-shirt and jacket. He slowly slid his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth where he sucked them dry. His hands then came to her hips before he kissed her deeply against the wall. With the background music he felt more at ease.

Ratko nodded in agreement. "Keep a eye on him..." Ratko told Dan while they watched Chris finish of his ciggerette and throw it to the floor before stamping it out. Chris then looked up to the sky for a moment and on Dan's monitor it looked as though Chris was stareing right at Dan and Ratko.