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Mercs: Back At the Ranch

Reks sat up. He groaned, but he sat up, clutching briefly at his back again with the now-free hand, then again it went back to his stomach. He grinned, though, throughout it. "Son of a bitch." Through the corner of an eye he saw Ariana comply. That was enough for now. Wincing, taking a sharp breath, Reks leaned forward, placing that palm on the dirt as he turned and pushed his slim form up to a stand.

"Nnh- motherfuck-" He groaned again, stumbling briefly, but managed to gain his balance. He breathed. Reks coughed once, briefly, then did his best to stand up straight, that free hand now going to the back of a considerably dizzy head; falling out of a tree hadn't done him any favors. "You brat. Really. Really?! Fuckin'...really, you're gonna come out and tease me like that?" He waved the hand with the gun outward. "It's bad enough you frolic around the place dressed like that. You gotta come dicktease me too? Jesus Christ, Ari, who the fuck falls out of a tree and is still hard? Do you see this shit?!" Well, not quite hard, at least not fully anymore, but he was still fairly aroused. "The fuck is wrong with you?!"

He waved the gun around more. Each step was a bit staggered, a bit dizzy. His side ached. One leg was a little numb, but that was temporary; it didn't feel bruised. It normally wouldn't even been that big of a deal, falling out of a tree wasn't some huge thing, but the angle of this one had sucked, and her having fallen right on top of him only added to things. "Did you seriously just rub me right now? Did that just fucking happen, Ari?!" Stomping about the dirt. Waving the gun. Groaning lightly with each breath, his free hand seemed to shift constantly from one spot to the next.

"I'm done with you. ...You know what, no. No I'm not. Fuckin', gimme those," booted footsteps taking him over to her side. The pistol pressed to the back of her head as a reaffirming reminder. "It was cute as hell when you wore 'em, but that's only for girls who are nice." Reks plucked the ruby red goggles from around her neck. He pulled them unceremoniously over her face and hair, making the ponytail bob slightly as he lifted them off. The gun holstered at his side so he could take them between both hands, sliding them back onto his own head now, with the lenses resting just above his brows.

Then the belt came off. "I can make bad decisions too, you know." He undid the front and jerked the fabric to the side, sliding it from around his waist. The belt itself was a forest green heavy cotton, not too threatening on its own, with several rifle shells and a few grenades hanging along its length. Reks plucked these off, kneeling down momentarily to set them in a pile on the dirt as he looked over to Ari, grumbling. "I'll fuck you some other time, Blondie. I'm not gonna take you like this." The metal belt buckle, though...that would certainly hurt more than the heavy cotton of the belt. He'd simply have to strike her with that.

Standing, Reks held it with his left hand, letting it hang down as he approached her from the left side. "Pull down your skirt," he said simply, his voice dancing somewhere between irritated and calm. With his right hand he unholstered the gun again, aiming it for the back of her head. "Push it down, then tell me you've been a jerk and you need to be spanked."
 
Blue's body was shaking and shivering in tears, her form huddled up into a fetal position, balled up, hands tangled into her hair as she rocked softly, face bowed into her knees. She had really fucking lost it this time. The emotional build up, the block, it had all washed away at that second, and she was a vulnerable little girl quaking and bawling for the parents she wished she still had. Her lips faintly mouthed the words Daddy through sobs, but she never spoke the word, her mind screaming out for her father enough. Emilyn walking in on them was the first line crossed as Blue snatched up a sheet and wrapped it around herself amidst all the commotion. She was worthless, her gun on the floor, still attached to it's holster in her belt loop, what was she going to do? Ace had it covered though, grabbing a gun, pointing, and demanding. Her sobs quieted, she didn't want people to realize the miserably vulnerable state she was in right now.

Gray was the next person to walk in, and she blushed, another man who might or might not see the pieces of her body she so diligently tried to cover up from prying eyes. She never did like teasing, or trying to snatch a man's attention by wiggling the least amount of skin possible towards a horny man, obviously she didn't need to, referring to the prior engagement herself and Ace were just in. Then, it was almost like the entire team was seeing them, and her face had grown to flush. Ace's arms wrapping around her was the surprise of the century as her small form managed to find the crook of his arm and huddle into him, squeezing her eyes tight and trying to forget the fact that they were on display.

He certainly was a bag of tricks alright. Blue nuzzled her face into his arm, hiding herself the best she could, even though they all knew it was her. She was embarrassed to all Hell and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. His hand coming up to comfort her, lifting her chin, and murmuring soft, comforting words to her settled her body into a more easy state. The fact that he was coddling her like a small child, and being the fierce, cold-hearted leader that they all knew at the same time still made her positive that having him be her first, under whatever circumstance and interruption, was the right choice. She nodded to his words, and simply laid in his arms. Then Sherlock came onto the intercom. With another fierce flush, she let go of a small whimpering whine into his arm of yet another wave of embarrassment. Did everyone fucking know now!?
 

She'd been completely right, she watched him stumble and stagger around her ranting. Although admittedly she did feel pretty bad for what she'd done, which is why she was laying there in the dirt...listening to him and not saying a word. Though she wasn't completely listening only half-way listening. "Wait...whats wrong with how I'm dressed..." she thought frowning slightly. Wincing slightly as he continued on she let out a sigh and continued to lie there "I really did a number this time....though the tree part is completely his fault.." she thought as she watched him.

Wrinkling her nose slightly she watched him wave his gun around dramatically as he lectured her. " I guess I sort of deserve this.." she thought letting out a depressed sigh. "I should have just walked away...why the hell did I not walk away?" she thought again closing her eyes. Though this entire scene seemed like it would fit into a comedy group rather than a group of ruthless mercenaries.

She heard him walk over to her side but didn't quite catch what he said, a moment later she felt the goggles being torn from around her neck. The goggles pulled strands of hair from her head and she winced again this time in pain, she was incredibly tender-headed. Rubbing her head slightly she felt tears forming in response to the sudden sharp pain, rubbing her face on her arm she looked back up to reks and blinked as he tore of his belt. "He can't be serious..." she thought dumbstruck. She completely missed the part about him fucking her later, she was a little to busy watching him take off the bullet's and grenades from around the belt.

She watched him approach her the belt hanging in his hand, a lump formed in her throat as he stopped by her side. Blinking she stared at him, he'd just told her to drop her skirt so calmly..still slightly agitated but remarkably calmly. She felt him press the gun to the back of her head as he told her again..with a few new parts added in "This feels like a porno gone wrong..." she thought. She knew he wouldn't actually shoot her...maybe and in his current position she could probably get away fairly easy.

Sighing she pushed herself up onto her knees and unfastened the buttons on her skirt and dropped them to around her knees, revealing black lacy underwear. Dropping back down on all fours she looked up at reks " I've been a jerk and need to be spanked" she muttered. While it was easy to get away she didn't want to leave with things this bad. It would just be easier to get her punishment over with, lowering her head she closed her eyes and braced herself for the sting of the belt.
 
Ace looked around at everyone still gathered, frowning a bit before barking at them, sounding more like the beloved leader they had all come to respect and fear so much. "What the fuck are you clowns standing around for? Get to it! Get her out of here! I'll be along shortly! Move it!" He then turned back to Blue, his demeanor quickly changing from barking orders to comforting presence, raising a hand to stroke her hair again as he pulled some of the sheets from his cot around her to help her regain a measure of her modesty once more. With a sigh, he stroked her hair briefly, letting her recover at her own rate, knowing she would talk to him when she was ready. It seemed he really was prepared to deal with anything when it really came down to it, even an emotionally wrecked girl who was breaking down in front of him.

"Shhh," he told her, calm and gentle as he simply kept stroking her hair to soothe her as much as he could. "It's okay now. They're leaving. It's just us again." He shot another glare up at the crowd just to make sure they were indeed starting to disburse, then turned his attention to the mechanic once more. "Here...just relax a bit, okay?" He started to lay on the cot, pulling her down with him so he could hold onto her and let her rest against him, the two of them wrapped in the blanket and him with his pants on as well. It was a safe assumption that they were likely done with the sex for now, but he wasn't about to leave her in this condition. Who would have thought the big bad Captain had a heart after all?

Of course they had better not have gotten even the slightest idea that he might be going soft. He'd chase that ridiculous thought from them in a heartbeat. He simply knew when to not be such a hardass, and this was definitely a time that called for a more tender touch. Then again, maybe Blue had managed to crack a wall or two within him as well, especially with her little speech she'd given to convince him to be with her to begin with. Whatever the case had been, some of them had gotten to see a side of their leader that most didn't know existed. He was human after all, rather than some machine, like some of the less mentally stable ones were starting to suspect...
 
She watched with gentle eyes, and buried against him still. His strong sense of leadership still bursting through him, no matter the situation. He was a strong individual, no doubt, and she looked up to him with a soft smile through tears. The arms engulfing her into his chest made her feel relaxed, in-taking his scent slowly. Gun powder, sweat, soap, and a hint of sweaty sex was all she smelled on him, he was something unique, and she loved it, being unique herself. Clambering to gather more of the sheets about herself as others continued to on look, then leave, his help was greatly appreciated as her still flushed face, flushed a little bit more, eyes casting downward a bit.

Her body was gathered up and pulled down against him once they were all gone, and she hiccuped softly, holding her breath as she tried to rid herself of the useless antic from crying. His arms wrapped tight around her made her feel secure, and her voice quivered through words, "... I'm sorry..." she began, eyes still unable to look up into his own as she continued to speak, "I just.. I don't know what came over me. This entire feeling... I've pushed it back for so long. I've been afraid to.." her voice trailed off as she looked to the side. What was she afraid of? Letting someone in? That was true, but it wasn't what she was speaking her. Her sub-conscious was running her pretty little mouth now, but stopped. What did it mean she was afraid?
 
'Damn, girlie...why couldn't you have shown me those under different circumstances?' Reks smirked. His eyes looked over her backside, over her tight little tush, and the way those lacy black bottoms rode up the center of it. He allowed himself to be caught eyeing her bottom when she looked over and repeated those words. Without responding right away, he simply looked, admiring the fine, young curves of her female form. "See? There you go." There was something to be said of how a woman's breasts dipped down when she was bending over too. Mm...maybe another time. Her bottomless ass was gonna prove fun enough.

Spank.

Best not go too far like that.

Spank.

This would do.

Spank.

Reks whipped the heavy green cotton up over his head each time, drawing his left arm back, then swinging down, across his right side. The metal buckle collided with abandon against the blonde's skin. "This is what you get," he spoke simply, one side of his lips upturned in a snarl. "Little brat." Another spank. Then another, then another.

Then another.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

He was careful to pay attention to both of those curved moons, lest one side become jealous of the other. When punishing someone with a black and blue tan, the decent thing to do is make it an even one. "Coulda been all rough 'n hot if you wanted it like that." Another swing, to her opposite cheek. Then another. "Coulda been all fuckin' gentle. Shit, that's all you'd have to even say, y'know?" Then another, whipping it from the side to crash against Ariana's pert little rear. Reks paused then. He'd kept the gun pointed on her head the entire time but now he holstered it again, freeing that hand up as he stepped in close. "Fuck these," he muttered, grabbing the black lace and tugging it over her cheeks, baring her bottom half to him for real now.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

"We coulda even had some after-sex cuddlin' if you were nice."

Spank.

But no. No. Booted steps took him in a constant pace around her in the dirt between blows. Reks staggered a little with each step, the fall still fresh on his body's memory, but adrenaline had taken over and he was managing well enough. Oh, and while his erection wasn't quite gone, it had fallen to a more dormant state, still aroused by the sight but not so much desiring to fuck her now. Fuck, it'd probably hurt too much to even try.

Spank.

Spank.

Twelve blows were laid out now across Ariana's ass with that weathered metal buckle, six on each cheek of her exposed, arched out rump. That would've been enough, yeah. Would have. But Reks felt this...need, to really drive the point home. So the next four came in quick succession across her lower back, which was anywhere between her tailbone, her hips, and where the black sweater stopped halfway up her spine.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

The belt dropped to the dirt with a thud. Silence ensued. At least, silence from him. Reks remained quiet for a few seconds as he just looked to her, bent over there in the dirt. Eventually a sigh escaped him and he started toward her front. Leaning over, one hand on a knee, he reached the other out to lightly stroke at her hair. "You're done, kiddo. ...Leave the lace. I think I'd like to keep those." Snickering, he stood. "After that though, you can go or...do whatever. I don't fuckin' care."
 
Ace listened as Blue tried to explain herself, showing nothing less than understanding as he nodded now and then, eyes remaining on hers. As she paused, reaching a point where she seemed unsure just what to say, or just what she was afraid of, he placed his hands on each side of her face to make her look at him, drawing her gaze directly to his. "I know, me too," is all he said. It was all he needed to say. He understood what it was like to build walls so thick that they were nearly impenetrable, then to have them tumble down around him. He knew what she was feeling in that moment, because it had happened to him before.

Leaning forward, he still held her head in his hands as he placed his lips against her forehead, kissing it gently before pulling back to look into her eyes once more. "You don't have to explain anything," he assured her. "I know." Giving her hair a comforting stroke, he finally let his hands fall away from her face to take hold of her hands, squeezing them gently. "I need to go check on this little situation we have going, but I'll be back." He also needed to make sure those clowns would be clear about his stance, that they wouldn't be staring at the two of them every time they were seen talking to each other as if expecting them to just jump on each other and go at it. She didn't need that, and he damn sure wouldn't tolerate it.
 

Ari clenched her jaw waiting for the moment when the belt would hit her ass, he said one thing to her and before she could look up she felt the belt make contact. Clenching her jaw she closed her eyes tightly, her body jerking ever so slightly with each "smack" of the belt against her bottom.

"I think I might have gotten a little more than I bargained for..." she thought. He paused once more, speaking to her and once again this seemed like a really fucked up porno shot. Her hands dug into the dirt as four more collided with her ass, a small blush crept over her face and she bit on her bottom lip. It wasn't so much that he was spanking her more of they were outside, out in the open and here she was with her skirt dropped and on all fours with reks spanking her. Any onlookers might thing it was some weird sexual fun not a punishment.

He had been holding the gun to her head the entire time, which she thought might have been a bit much considering her compliance the entire time. The gun made the entire scene seem a little...unnecessary but hey what did she know. Three more collided with her ass, she bit down harder on her lip small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Normally it wouldn't have been so bad but he wasn't just using the cloth section of the belt. No he had to go and use the metal belted section.

He started talking to her again, it was more less him just ranting now about the sexual frustration he felt. Each time the belt came in contact with her rear end her body jerked forward, her hair covering her expression from most angles. She heard him step closer and yank her underwear down around to join the skirt and her blush on her face darkening a bit more. Another three collided against her already red ass and the sting of the belt buckle intensifying. A pause and then another swept across her ass, yeah she'd really managed to piss him off. The last one caused her bite down harder on her lip and blood dripped down her chin, her body shaking slightly.

He paused again, her muscles were tensed from holding back crying out as the pain steadily increased with each hit. Then two more hit across her and her body jerked violently. She was breathing through her nose, her breaths were deep and heavy and slightly ragged. The tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes falling down her face, the blood trailed down her chin and dripped to the ground. A pause in his onslaught of her ass, opening her eyes a little bit her head lowering a bit more as she breathed out heavily. A sudden sting as he hit her in quick succession, not even hitting her ass but her lower back "Uhn!" she started to cry out but bit down on her lower lip again.

Her body was quivering as he finally dropped the belt to the ground, he remained silent as she knelt there. She remained silent as well the only thing, was the dripping of blood from her chin. She hadn't really been crying, well it couldn't be considered crying seeing how only one tear fell from each eye. She heard him walk over towards her and her body tensed again, rocks digging into her knees and hands. He knelt down in front of her and brushed at her hair, she winced slightly expecting him to punish her some more.

Instead he told her that her punishment was over and that she should leave her underwear with him which of course made her blush again. He stood up snickering and she felt oddly humiliated in a way. Sitting up right she balanced on her knee's but kept her head bowed as she brushed the rocks and gravel from her hands. They were quite red though not as red as her ass and had indentations on them. "Yes Sir..." she said. Standing up she brushed her knees off and stepped out of her underwear and kicked them to the side slightly. Bending over she pulled the skirt back up to her waist and buttoned it back up. She folded her hands behind her back and winced as they touched her now incredibly sore ass.

She stood there a moment longer with her head bowed down " Sorry reks..." she said as she turned to leave.
 
'Yes Sir'? That had an awfully nice ring to it.

Reks snickered, amused and unapologetic, though now that the moment was over and his frustration had been vented he did think to reel it in a bit. Just a bit. Just in the form of not chuckling openly, in forcing his smile to fade off as he watched her kneel and stand and shakily fix her skort. Watching her slide off the boyshort panties was pretty hot though, and he did grin again from that, but made no noise to accompany the expression.

He bent down first to retrieve his belt. As he staggered his way over to the grenades and rifle shells he'd set in a pile earlier he called out, "Hey, Ari." Reks slipped the belt through the loops in his pants. Buckling it as he knelt down, he kept his side to her and began gathering up the small pile, sliding them back into their spots one at a time. 'Maybe next time we'll do dinner and a movie first,' he thought with a smirk. But, no. "Try not to be a pain, y'know? I mean, sheesh, it's not like I don't like ya or anythin'."

To him, for now, that was enough. He half raised his left hand to give a half wave, and even then it was only with two or three fingers. It got the point across. It dropped a moment later and rejoined his other hand in resetting the last few items onto his belt. Reks pushed himself to a stand, hands placing on both knees as he stood straight up. None of his muscles actually felt too bad, he noted as he moved over to where the boyshorts had been kicked. Sore, yeah, sore as shit. There'd probably be a bruise or two for a day or three, but his left leg was already starting to move better, even if still a bit awkward. 'Gonna hafta sneak into the infirmary and grab some ice packs when Alexia ain't lookin',' he noted. He actually liked Alexia. They got along well, you could say. But the woman's...thorough approach, it wasn't the best for a guy who was already a bit sore.

"We're gonna hafta get a second nurse one'a these days for after people visit her," he said to himself with that ever-smirk, fingers plucking the black lacy boyshorts from the ground. "As for this...ah," Reks brought the fabric to his face and inhaled deeply as he stood back up. Grinning, unable to resist a wicked laugh, "That's the smell of victory."

He tucked them simply into a pocket. Turning back to the tree, Reks made his way over to its base, where all of his things still were: his rifle, his shirt, his vest, his cap and his gloves. Pressing a palm to the trunk, he lowered himself into a sit, then leaned back fully against it, stretching his legs out. Relaxing, and grinning like a sonofabitch.
 
Gray grabbed the girl by the back of the neck with his free hand, careful to use just enough force to stop her trying to run but not so much to cause her to cry out, he could see Ace had some important work to do and he wasn't about to ruin that, not when he might get a chance to show this new girl how he earned his Alias. "Now, lovey, you go along with this nice and calm like, and you get to keep yourself in working order, but if you make me suspicious for even a second that your gonna run", he paused, smiling, he was a bad example for the Irish nation, but he was having his fun, "Well, I'll just have to snip those tendons to make sure you can't even walk".

He walked her slowly from the room, and continued towards the comm room at this painfully slow pace, he was doing his best to raise the tension, "Now, you best hope Ace gets here soon, because me, I'm not as nice as him at all, he likes to talk for a bit, I prefer to just...", he stopped his sentence there and made a slow slicing motion with his blade. "Get the picture lovey", he accent making is sentences all the more kind sounding and thus painfully detaching them from the reality he was placing her in.
 

Ari watched him move around and gather his things back, she herself stood there hands folded behind her back shifting slightly every so often. She wasn't used to sitting outside with out underwear so she was of course uncomfortable. Reks of course was enjoying himself and she herself felt a bit challenged with his closing of her punishment. She saw him grinning and a blush formed on her face...along with a stubborn glance. Sort of an in-dignified embarrassed look.

Blinking she raised her head and looked at him wiping the blood from her chin. A pain? He had no idea, she had half a mind to show him but not right now she was hurting a bit much. Her back and ass were stinging terribly and she was sure she had several welts and bruises now as well as indentations from the actual buckle. "Yes sir, I apologize again..." was all she said bowing her head slightly.

Folding her hands in the front she pressed her hands against her body as he picked up her underwear and sniffed them. She blushed even more and shifted again. "Isn't he cocky..." she thought suppressing a grin. He put them in his pocket and turned back to the tree for the rest of his belongings "I figured I wouldn't get that back..." she thought mentally sighing. Titling her head slightly she stared at that smile of his and forced a meek smile of her own.

Clenching her fist she made her way over to the tree to retrieve her jacket/vest and sleeves. It was very painful but she kept a straight face, upon reaching her own belongings she went to bend over but stopped realizing her lack of under garments. Blushing slightly she knelt down and retrieved her belongings, she stayed there a moment regaining her composure. Placing her hand against the trunk of the tree she stood up and stayed there a moment "I hope you understand that I am not a submissive type and will get back what you took from me...reks." she said with a small grin. Turning on her heel she started walking away but stopped and looked over her shoulder "I am sorry though...this really could have been very fun." she said with slightly smoldering eyes. Smiling she continued walking, the marks on her back extremely visible against her smooth pale skin. "A shower sounds good...." she said titling her head slightly.

She took her time walking away her hips swaying back and forth provocatively, though it was mostly due to the pain on her back and ass. "Im going to take a shower......" she thought as she approached the building. There would be no way she was visiting medic, she'd just go to the kitchen and get some ice or something like that. Opening the door she walked into the building and passed through several rooms without bumping into anyone. "Strange.." she thought as she entered the sleeping area. She didn't really see anyone in here either but it seemed to be quite a mess "What the bloody hell happened here?" she said raising her eyebrow.

Dropping her coat/vest and sleeves onto her cot she retrieved a new pair of underwear and proceeded to exit the room. On her way out however she noticed blue and ace...wrapped in a blanket most likely nude underneath. Blue was crying and Ace was comforting her it didn't surprise her very much, no matter what anyone said she always knew ace had a soft side too. Blinking a blush spread across her face and she hurried out of the room towards the showers.

"I knew it...I can't face him." she though sighing as she closed the area off indicating the shower was in use. It didn't take her long to get undressed, she pulled the ribbon and let her hair fall down freely. Crossing her arms over her bare chest she turned the water on and winced as the water hit the welts along her back side.
 
Sara nodded quietly to the man's words, and started to walk slowly. She was half amused by the fact he thought he needed to even voice the threats to her, and then leave them half unsaid. She wasn't stupid, she knew the risks of finding that she had suspected she would. She gave him a look to tell him that it wasn't necessary to remind her of the consequences, and trudged back out into the cold air. Once outside though, she did become a little more talkative, her curiosity only able to be stimmied by the fear for so long. "So why hide here in a place where it would be easy for anyone with half a brain could find if they knew what to look for on the power grids?" she asked, already thinking it was just a case of hiding in plain sight, but not really caring to much, it was her natural curiosity about anything hidden making her ask.
 
She breathed slowly as he got up, and she looked down at her hands, shaking, shaking like she was a bloody druggy, and she shuddered slowly. The shiver ran up her spine all the way to her ears, and she shook her head quickly, rolling her shoulders and looking down at her form. As Ace left after everyone else, she stood up shakily, looking around the barracks and sighing slowly. Her feet found the floor, and she nearly yelped at the cold touch. Goddess, she was a jumpy mess. looking around, Blue dropped the sheet and streaked nude across the floor over to her cot on the other side of the canvas. She'd been close to Ace for a year now, taking over the cot by his, testing herself. Her hand always managed to find that sweet little nub in the middle of the night, it made her sleep better, wondering if Ace was awake to hear her quick gasps, and breathy moans. She never tried, but it was a fantasy in the back of her head that he was playing himself on the other side of that canvas to her faint gasps.

Her hands dug through her small little dresser underneath her bed, and she found what she was looking for. A clean pantie and bra set, a deep purple. Slipping it on, she tucked the black set into her dirty clothes hamper, and then searched for a pair of cargoes, finding her green pair and dipping her legs into them, buttoning them and leaning over Ace's cot, snatching up her belt and gun, then her pants and emptying out the contents onto her sheets. Her belt was quickly slid through loops, then her gun re-holstered onto said belt. Her contents, a mess. Wrench, screwdriver, hammer, mallet, a shit ton of band-aids and Neosporine, and let's not forget a pen, small clip board, a rag or four, why in the hell did she have four? A bobby pin, four sets of keys and one ignition starter for the chopper, then there was the blue prints and re-build plots for the chopper. In the other pocket, was three injection tubes filled with a thin yellow liquid, two bottles of pills, a bandana, and broken green rubber band. Everything went into it's old slot and own pocket, some of the pockets had hand sewn in slots so that everything stayed in order.

Snatching up her daggers out of her footlocker and snapping them onto her ankle, one into her boot, the other on her arm, Blue felt a little bit less naked. Then she realized she didn't have a shirt on. Scrambling to find the black belly tank and her cropped jean vest, she sat down and breathed as socks were pulled onto her feet, and combat boots slipped on over top. She was seriously going to need to go see Nursey at some point, her insides were aching from the fucking Ace had given her, and was wasn't exactly sure what to do about it. Inhaling and exhaling, she did was she was told to do by their Captain. Relax, and wait for him to return once he was finished.
 
"Because most people don't know what to look for on the grids," Ace's voice called out as he approached just in time to hear Sara's question. Looking to Gray, he cocked an eyebrow slightly. "Down boy," he said, stepping up to the girl and tilting his head slightly. "So you think you can be of some use to me and mine, huh? Alright. I'm gonna give you a chance to prove it. There's a supply depot about twenty miles Northwest of here. I need to know just what they have there as far as manpower, supplies, and equipment." He motioned for the girl to step back inside with him, signalling that Gray could come along if he liked.

Leading her to the comm center, where Sherlock had been waiting for them, he pointed to a seat. "Sit," he ordered. The boss was back to business as usual, the hardass they all loved...or not so much. "Sherlock. Care to acquaint our girl here with the equipment? I'm planning on paying some of our Crimson Dawn friends a little visit tomorrow, and she's going to get me the info I need to make sure that we don't have anyone getting themselves dead." He leaned against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest as he watched the girl suspiciously, still dressed only in the fatigue pants he had pulled on earlier, showing off the scars and tattoos on his middle-sized, but muscular form.
 
Gray let out a low growl and sheathed his knife, "Sure thing Ace", he followed them both to the comm center, as he entered he nodded to Sherlock, "Hello there love, been an interesting day for ye so far?", he smiled at her before looking around calmly, "Anyone got some liquor on them, I need a drink". He sat himself down on Sherlocks bed, making himself right at home, most other people would find this a bit strange but it was a trait he picked up back home, having grown up in the countryside of Ireland, where everyone knew each other and nothing was said about walking into someone's home unanounced and making yourself something to eat or drink, or even sleeping there.

He directed his attention to Ace, "Just make sure you let me get artistic with a few of those fucks, I want to leave a nice message for anyone who comes snooping around after we have left", he chuckled and lit another cigarette, his thoughts wandered to the many different ideas he had stored in the back of his mind.
 
By the time everyone had made it into the comm rooms, Sherlock had re-holstered her weapon and strapped it to her thigh. the other was remained hidden in her jacket, though she'd reattached it's holster as well. When Ace walked in she tossed him a vid screen that displayed the information she'd been able to pull up on their new house guest. Her eyes darted over to Gray and she shook her head, fixing him in a strict stare. "I don't really think this is the best time Reaper. Wait til the is resolved if your going to stay in here." She half scolded turning her attention back to Ace.

'"Its all I could find so far. Give me another 5 minutes and I could tell you everything from now to what she had for lunch in the 6th grade." She winked at the girl, stepping over pausing a moment to explain her next action. "Sorry honey, but I'll need to take make sure your not carrying any bugs before I let you near the equipment." Her movements were slow and steady, patting her down and empty each of her pockets. She studying the identification card she found and figured out that two were forgeries. She could spot one a mile away even ones of this high a quality. She was little impressed with how well they were done. "Names Sherlock by the way as I'm sure you heard Ace say." She introduced herself when she was satisfied that she wouldn't fine anything else and pointed to an empty work station.

"Now, you can work on any terminal in here accept mine. It's hooked up to a different serve and network so don't bother to hack it." She booted up the system and stepped back, waiting for the girl to make her move.
 
Sara gave the woman a smug smirk, followed by a shrug to everyone in general, "My hacking experienced in government databases and networks, the stuff I need to access to make the fake identities I can give you stand up to excruciating study. I have no experience with non-government cybersecurity. Want free vehicles? Find the ones you want in a car yard and I can have the police return your 'stolen' vehicles. Want to have some safe houses? I can get the land deeded to you and the people in it relocated."

Giving Ace a look, she shrugged again, "I take it you're in charge? My specialty is electronics. I could make your cellphone sing hallejulah even after removing the speakers. Forging is just a hobby." with that, she turned her gaze back to Sherlock, "Might want to shut down and get a replacement hard drive, your primary sounds like it has only a few hours until it fails and you lose all your shit. If you let me stay, I can get my gear sent from Vladivostok, and make your entire system run better than my game machine. Your's is good but if you want to ensure you never lose control from a back-hack, you need some serious upgrades." If she wanted to be smug, then Sara would reply in kind.
 
Blue looked around the barracks slowly, eying a few things, and then standing up, heavy boots hitting the ground with a thud. She did prefer to listen to Ace when he gave an order, but the way he handed it to her, she didn't really feel like it was that kind of order, more of a friendly suggestion. She tried walking fully dressed, and winced a little bit with every step. Finding that her extremities were a little bit sore after all the hard work Ace had put into them to make them feel rather pleasured. She staggered at first, picking up momentum and tolerance to the strangely awkward pain, and headed down the hall to the comm room where it seemed like everyone was. The girl who'd walked in on them, her voice obvious between the lot of them talking and going between their ideas of what to do with her. Nearing the end of the hall, Blue stopped and listened to Ace go on about testing her, seeing what the girl could do, and Sherlock set her up with a station, and then began to talk to her a bit.

The persnickety tone the girl drove made Blue tense up and growl lowly, "Be careful with that tongue of yours, girl." she spoke coarsely, her hand bringing up the knife off of her arm, "I can easily cut it off of you, it won't be any use to us." her words were thick and temperamental, obviously revealing the original Blue everyone had grown to know. A small sense of the girl Ace had begun to uncover came forth as she stood close to him, and looked up to him momentarily for reassurance, and then looked back down to the people before her. The embarrassment had washed away from her, along with everything else that she left behind in the barracks, she refused to let it affect her at all in the work field, especially not letting this little snot nosed, intruding bitch to be able to see her in a more vulnerable position than she'd seen her earlier.

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she looked around the room for a moment. She hadn't really ever been in this room, mostly trudging between her garage, to the barracks, to the shower house, to the bathroom, back to the barracks. Occasionally she'd stop in and see the menacingly wicked Nurse, the woman was a riot, she was positive of that. She did adore Nursey, even if she was a little bit off of her rocker. Eyes shot back to the girl as she began to talk about again updating things, and upgrading others. Sure, she might've been smart, but what was she going to be bringing into this team that they didn't need anymore than they needed?
 
Jumping at the voice behind her, she looked around, and then saw the woman she'd walked in on, immediately reddening again, "I was pointing out things that could be problematic for her if she didn't deal with them quickly, and then on top of that I was given a test outside of what I have experience with. Forgery and electronics are what I am primarily skilled with, hacking is limited knowledge for me. I can get into any government database and create identity information there that I can then create ID cards, papers, anything needed by a government." Even with her bravado in her words, she still shrank back from Blue, already having marked her as someone to avoid, purely because of their poor first meeting.

Looking back to Ace for a moment, she turned to the computer that Sherlock had told her to use, and then sat down to at least try what she had been told in the first place. Finding information on this Crimson Dawn group in general searching, she then applied that knowledge to what she knew about hacking, starting with government records so that she could see what she found there and work from her 'comfort zone' of known accessible databases. Curiously, she found a few government entries on the group, "It seems some of them are ex-special forces, U.S., British, and German, but quite a few Russian soldiers but not much notable there based on these files in the SVR databases, SVR is the Russian equivelant of CIA back in America. They are suspected of having stolen military weapons though. I'm sure the Russians would pay nicely if you could get proof of this, or even returning said weaponry."
 
Gray let out a laugh as he saw blue take out a knife, "You would use that?", he calmed himself and shifted his seating position to show off the large number of knives sheathed in the harness that covered pretty much none of his upperbody, "Girl, if you need a knife, you ask Reaper to get you a proper one". Slowly gazing around the room as he stood, "Anyway, we can't cut her up, Ace already told me not to, so I'd put that little thing away".

He turned to Alicia, "Love, I always drink, you should know it's never slowed me down, just calms my nerves is all and I do need to be calmed just a bit now", he smiled at her before turning back to the new girl, "Now then, I do believe people in this day and age have a name, so why not share your one", he gestured around, "With the rest of us, and put myself at ease?". It was clear he had no real concern for grammar, but speaking was not a large concern of his, getting a job done was. He often wondered what he looked like to other people, consider he had a minimum of around fifteen to twenty blades on him at anyone time.
 
Looking around in time to see all of the man's knives, Sara couldn't hide the shudder, "I'm Sara Kent, but if you look at those," she says indicating the ones that Sherlock had pulled from her, "I am also Michelle Beyer and Jane Lee, but within some communities I go by Papertrail, because to find who caused all the issues at one end results in a huge ass papertrail to find me, and even then people get lost and sidetracked by all the other forged and fake identities along the way. Most give up after 5 days." returning her attention to the computer, she gives a grin, "I love hunting through millitary records, you find out all sorts of things. Apparently I am regarded as a threat to the U.S. because of all the times I have gotten into certain CIA files. They don't know who 'I' am yet, just that I leave a call sign file of a picture of a pile of paper blowing in the wind." Now she was just getting cocky, the typical hacker ego coming out of her, even though she didn't do half the stuff real hackers did.
 
Gray laughed, "Well, Papertrail, I am Reaper, and I'll tell you why people think I am a threat", he indicated each of his blades, "I know exactly where each one is and what job it is meant for, I may look like a lazy drunk but I'm still fast enough to take out six armed men before they can fire". He drew a throwing knife, "With one of these little babies", he sheathed it again before he became tempted, "So, what you are trying to say...my technolically inclined friend, is that, people who more than likely have never been in a warzone find you threatening, where as I dare say half of us have been thrown out of armed forces for being too dangerous".

He smiled slowly, "So if I was you, I'd stop stroking that ego of yours, or I might just have to take you down a peg or two", he chuckled before taking a final drag from his cigarette and crushing it under his boot. He found it odd that a techie was talking so big, when she was surrounded by a room of armed and if so inclined very dangerous people, himself included.
 
Frowning at him, she glared briefly before trying to find further trails to follow to get into computers owned by any of the members of Crimson Dawn. She doubted she would get into the compund's computers, but their 'personal' ones might be easy enough. "I am saying that the threat I pose to them comes in the form of Intel files that could be sold if I was inclined to. Ones that contain locations of CIA foreign operatives, their covers, and their skills. If I had known what this place was, I wouldn't have come here, but found ways to find out who was here, and I could have then been a threat to you. But you don't exist in government records, not any that I have seen anyway. The Intel I have means I can get any number of dangerous people killed, at the press of a button. I am sure 5000 operatives as opposed to your 6 is a far better reach for the deadliness ego. I don't sell the info or get those operatives killed because they, usually, haven't done anything to deserve it."
 
Gray stepped up behind her, "So you think, having someone else kill someone is in anyway threatening", he paced slowing, "You know why I like knives, because the don't need reloading, they don't run out of bullets, and I get to look into the unlucky fucks eyes while I bleed them dry". He lit up another cigarette because he was getting worked up just thinking about it, "So you can send any number of people out to kill others, but you can't talk bit till you have the guts to look into their eyes and watch them die, to know you have more than likely taken away a father, or a son, a brother or any number of those things".

"See, I am Reaper, because I kill the target, no matter who, where or how, I can be your best friend or the end of your life", his voice seemed to be changing as his spoke, turning into more of a hiss, anyone who knew him well enough would know what that meant. He stopped to face her, "So let me know when you want to learn how to kill someone with a little dignity and honor".
 
She turned around and slapped him at his words, furious. "I said I COULD do that, did oyu hear me say that I would fucking be so gutless? Did you? I could come and learn from you if I was interested in killing someone, but I am not. Electronics are my thing, not people, so the next time you speak to me, learn to actually understand what is said as opposed to assuming what is meant. I say things the way I mean, unless I have sarcasm clear in my voice. I would call you a dumb fuck for your ignorance of your native language, but what is the point? It is the same with ninety percent of Americans."
 
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