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Danger and Dames (Alpha and Sacred For Sale)

AlphaZero

AlphaZero

Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
Joined
Aug 4, 2013
Was far as smuggling jobs went this one had been fairly straightforward and bordered on idiot proof with how smoothly it had gone. Other than a little bit of trouble with the Port Authority when they where leaving Panama but some smart maneuvering on the part of the airship pilot wile fighters ran interference had saved them any real trouble.

The crates full of priceless artifacts dating back Ancient Greece, and beyond, had already been off loaded into a warehouse for safe keeping and all that was left was for Nick Sharpe to make the client aware of where the goods had been stashed and collect the money.

The pirate captain looked more then a little out of place in the posh Chicago hotel bar. Clad in his weather beaten flight jacket and a pair of cargo pants the intrepid outlaw made his way among the bar's patrons, one hand hovering about the butt of his .45 service pistol. One of his crew members moved behind him, ensuring that everything went off as planned before they handed over the warehouse number to the client.

Eyes the color of the storm clouds that hung over the bar's glass ceiling watched the table in the back corner where a group of smartly dressed men clustered around a table, their body language made promises of violence to anyone who stepped out of line. At the center of the table sat a man in a tailored tux, a pencil thin mustache running along his upper lip.

"Nick!" he declared as the pirates approached, "So good to see you, come, you and you companion sit, have a drink wile we talk business."

Nick slipped into the booth, the satchel he had slung over his shoulder being set on the seat next to him before a boyish grin spread across his face and a hand ran across the sandy colored stubble that coated his lower jaw, "Well that's hospitable of you Duncan."
 
Teresa Walters' eyes continued to constantly scan the are around her as she followed a few feet behind the captain of her vessel. She was quite excited for the current mission with the large amount of money that they had coming in when this job went well. She had been a bit surprised to find out what they were transporting this time but so far the money was good and they hadn't run into any problems with it so far.

Teresa's appearance closely mirrored the look of her captain, with a black canvas jacket and a pair of casual slacks. A small bulge under her left shoulder suggested the presence of the revolver that she was carrying there. Her dark red hair was pulled back into a tight bun that kept her hair out of her face. Her attention moved between him walking in front of her and the area around her. Normally they didn't run into any threats but she preferred to not have both of them exposed if it ever did become time for violence.

Teresa's eyesight ran across the group when the pirates dressed her captain. A small smirk spread across her lips when she was invited to take a seat and have a drink. She waited for Nick to settle in before sliding in next ho him. “Yes, quite hospitable.” She agreed as she tugged her shirt tighter around her to keep the eyes of one of the pirates off of her D-cup breasts.
 
The man with the pencil mustache smiled at the pair and nodded to two of his guards who where on them quickly, one grabbing the service pistol from Nick's holster, the other reaching under Teresa's jacket and snatching her revolver as well as copping a feel of one of her breasts. Another one snatched up the satchel bag and walked around the table to hand to his boss.

Nick set his jaw firmly, not fighting against any of it, "What's going on Cooper?" he said through gritted teeth.

Cooper flipped open the satchel and extracted the single piece from inside and set it on the table. It was a vase of some sort, the markings Greek in origin. He frowned at it, "Where's the rest of the shipment Nick?"

"You'll get it when you pay Cooper. As was the agreement."


Cooper reached under his jacket, removing a small, silenced handgun and turning it towards the pair, "You don't seem to understand the situation you're in here Nick. Where is the shipment?"
 
The moment that one of the pirate's hands slid under her shirt and came up with her revolver she was pretty sure that something was about to go wrong with the situation. Her fists clenched at the hand running across her tits and if it wasn't for the importance of bringing in the money from this deal she would have delivered the pirate a firm punch to the face in response.

Her eyes quickly scanned over the situation, settling first onto her boss before looking over the pirates that were surrounding the two of them. With her gun gone there wasn't much that she could do but if things went south she wanted to be able to maximize the chance that at least one of them would escape.

Teresa's eyes flicked down to the sidearm that their contact pulled out and her entire body tensed. Her feet planted firmly on the ground and one hand settled on the seat below her while the other rested on the table. The firm position was one of readiness that would allow her to make a move in nearly any direction when things inevitably went bad.
 
Nick reached down, giving Tessa's knees a squeeze, his subtle way of telling her to keep cool.

"Both of you, hands where I can see them!" Cooper barked, gesturing with his gun.

Nick followed the orders, raising both hands above the level of the table, "Woah woah woah, easy Cooper, easy. Now how's about you get me that drink you offered and we talk about this like gentlemen."

The mobster thought for several moments then pushed the bottle of scotch that had been sitting on the table towards Nick along with a glass, "I suppose I can do that much for you. But now funny business."

Nick did his best to look mock offended, "Me? Funny business? You're the one who pulled a gun on us." He poured himself a drink, pushing the bottle towards Tessa with the back of one hand, giving her a slight nod.

"You've got your drink. Now where's the shipment?"

"Where's the money?"

"You've got no leverage right now Nicky. I have the gun."

"Yeah. About that."

He lashed out with glass, slamming it down hard on to Coopers gun hand with enough force to break the glass and force the weapon from his hand before lurching to his feet, driving the shattered glass into the side of the head of the goon who had taken their guns before grabbing both the revolver and his own service automatic from the man's waist band, swinging the weapons around to offer the handle to Tessa before turning his own weapon towards the sky, letting off two rounds and setting the bar into a scene of chaos.
 
Teresa gave a small nod in reply when she felt his hand settle on her kene for a brief moment. It was hard to keep herself from making a move when sheh ad a gun aimed at her, but she trusted right now that Nick had a plan on how to deal with this. Her hands raised to slightly above shoulder level when she heard the man across from them order her to do so. Her eyes kept moving around to look for any weaknesses that she would be able to exploit when this inevitably went violent in a few moments.

Her eyes flicked down to the bottle of scotch when it was pushed towards her. She set a hand on the bottle with the apperance like she was about to get herself a drink but a slight hesitation allowed her to keep the bottle resting her hands while she allowed her boss to talk the issue over. She was ready for when stuff went down and all she had to do was wait for it to start.

The moment that the glass slammed down on Cooper's hand Teresa acted as well. Her hand moved up to the neck of the bottle and she swung with force, delivering a firm glow to the crotch of the man that had felt her up with the bottom of the bottle. A hiss of pain from him was met with the bottle slamming onto the side of his head and somehow managing to not shatter at the impact.

Her hand moved out towards Nick and she soon felt her fingers wrap around her sidearm. With the bottle still held in one hand for a clubbing position she jumped out of her seat. She had her weapon ready at her hip and soon vacated her other hand when she gave the bottle a firm throw and saw it smash into the head of one of the panicking pirates.
 
The two shots Nick let off had two effects. The first was to send patrons scrambling for the door. The second was that it brought the two goons Cooper had left there charging in with Thompson's they had concealed under their coats.

Nick caught site of the sturdy machine guns with their big drum magazines went wide eyed, "ah shit..." he muttered before throwing himself into Tessa and out of the line of fire as the weapons thundered to life, the heavy man stopping .45 slugs slamming into Cooper, driving blood and breath from his body.

He stumbled back to his feet, turning his attention towards one of the bars massive bay windows, "I think we need to make a quick exit!"
The pirate captain hit the ground and stumbled to his feet,
 
Now that she had her revolver back in hand she was starting to feel pretty good about what was going on but before she could get comfortable with it she heard the noticeable clicks of safeties coming off of Thompsons. She had considered attempting to conceal a larger weapon to dael with this kind of circumstance, but right now it looked like she was just going to have to deal with it.

She was moving down when she felt him slam into her body and knocking him to the ground. She pressed herself down to the floor as she waited for the automatic fire to come to an end.

Her eyes flicked up to the windows and Teresa nodded. “Got it!” She exclaimed and a moment later a sharp crack preceded a round ripping through the windows. Now that she had the window cracked Teresa got up and bolted to the window. She turned away as she jumped and a moment later her shoulder slammed through the glass. It easily shattered, allowing her to sail through and role upon hitting the ground.
 
Nick followed out behind her, the window taking them out onto the hotel's garden terrace. Around them the sky scrapers of Chicago reached towards the sky like giant steel fingers, the skyways between buildings filled with air crafts of all different shapes and sizes. People stood dumb founded, staring at the pair who had come crashing down from above in a shower of glass.

Nick shot a grin towards the crowd, "Nothing to see here folks, just a couple of business folks having a disagreement. Nothing to worry about." He said, dusting himself off before casting an eye back up towards the window where he could more shouting from inside. The goons with the Thompsons appeared at the window, training their weapons on the pair and opening up on them. Without hesitation he grabbed Tessa by the arm and vaulted the railing, landing on, and sliding down the side of a passing zeppelin, his free hand scrambeling to find a hand hold before catching and anchor line.
 
While it had hurt like a bitch to throw herself through the window and a small pool of darker brown was forming on her upper left sleeve from a few small cuts that she had sustained Teresa had been in situations like this enough that she knew that she couldn't take time to worry about it. They had criminals with guns and a chip in their shoulder behind them and sirens that could be made out vaguely in the distance suggested that soon they might have cops coming up from the other side.

She gripped her weapon tightly in her hand as she pulled herself up to her feet. Broken glass crunched beneath her boots as she turned and saw their enemies again making a move on them. Teresa took his meaning when he grabbed her arm and followed him over the edge. She grunted when they hit the zeppelin and moments after he secured himself she grabbed onto the same line and held tightly for stability. “You've got a plan for getting out of this, right?” Teresa grunted as she turned towards the building they had just leaped off of with her weapon ready in case they were going to take any more gunfire.
 
The roar of engines filled the air from air crafts passing. Nick clutched the line white knuckle night, rope fibers biting into his skin, "Well I thought not dying was a pretty sound plan!" He shouted above the engine noise, "I mean, when your options are, die, or don't die, don't die is really the only plan that matters."

He smiled sheepishly, "But just 'cause I'm the captain doesn't mean I'm above criticism or input from my crew so any ideas you have to get us out of this situation would be very much appreciated darlin'. After all I didn't just hire you for your rockin tits."

Any other words of wisdom Nick might have had to offer where cut off by the thunder of gunshots from above slamming into the side of the zeppelin and thankfully not puncturing the balloon.
 
The roar of engines made it a bit hard to hear but luckily enough the two of them were pushed closely enough together by their circumstances that the steady groan of engines and the whistle of the wind around them wasn't enough to drown out what he had to say. Holding onto the rope was a bit uncomfortable, but when he pointed out that not dying was his plan she couldn't argue with that. Teresa had seen him do a few things that she wouldn't do herself, but at least his logic was sound. He was about to get a cranky reply for bringing up his busy but quickly she was distracted by gunfire.

“Well, now you better figure out a way for us to not fucking die here because my 'rockin' tits' aren't going to get these guys to stop shooting.” She hissed as she aimed her revolver up. She let off two shots, but unfortunately with the shot fired early she didn't have many rounds to fire at their attackers.
 
"Well if we where in a position for you to flash the bad guys that might get the them to stop shooting at us. I suppose we could try that now. But I'm not sure how well that would work since we're clinging to the side of a zeppelin and I don't think they'd be able to see you very well. So I think we need to figure something else out!"

A few rounds from his .45 where squeezed off, the thunder of the sidearm momentarily drowning out the roar of the engines before the weapon clicked dry. This day was not going well at all. First he stubbed his toe getting out of bed, and now he was getting shot at because a client, who was not dead, hadn't wanted to pay his bill and he was clinging to the side of a airship high above the streets of Chicago with one of his crew members.

Something below caught his eye, what looked to be a swimming pool on the deck of someone's pleasure craft that was passing below them. It was a gamble but it was better then being sitting ducks.

"This idea may also work!"

Nick let go of the line and plummeted towards craft below, hitting the water with enough force to drive the wind out of him but thankfully not hard enough to break every bone in his body.
 
The combined bark of both of their sidearms was loud enough to drown out most of the sound around them, but at the same time it was likely to draw even more potential police attention to their location, especially when combined with the automatic fire that was being spit in their direction. The small volume of handgun fire that they were providing was nothing compared to the fire that they were providing so she was equally interested in finding a way out of the open.

Teresa looked down in surprise when suddenly Nick let go, but when she figured out his plan she quickly did the same. Her body went wild for a moment, but she managed to gain just enough control over her body that she could hit the water in something resembling a pencil dive so that she could avoid hitting the water at her increasing speed. She shot quickly down to the bottom of the pool and then just as quickly shot up to the top. With one hand occupied with her handgun and wet clothing swimming was a pain in the ass so she quickly shuffled herself over to the side and pulled herself up. Water dripped freely off of her clothing and the moisture left her clothing weighing on her body. “You okay, boss?” Tersea asked as she turned back towards the pool
 
Several of the ship's occupants where taking some offence to the pair who had just come crashing down into their pool and had began shouting about private property and how the pair was trespassing. Not that private property meant a whole lot to Nick but the sounds of sirens and the whine of approaching police gyro copters to mean something and they needed to get the hell out of here.

"God I hate wet leather" he muttered as he peeled his sopping wet jacket of, flung it over one shoulder before turning his attention towards Tessa, and then just as quickly turned his attention away from her as the sight of her shirt clinging to her boobs. A gyro copter was parked near by on the deck, the smaller type with the bike seat that could fit two people. It wasn't the perfect escape vehicle but it would work.

Nick pulled his gun from the holster and turned the empty weapon towards the ship's occupants, "You'll have to excuse us folks, but we're going to be borrowing your gyro. You'll get it back, eventually. But for now we need to take it." The gun made the people strangely compliant as guns tended to do and he saddled up happy to see the keys already in and the engine started smoothly enough.
 
Teresa looked over at the people that had begun to shout at the two of them and then quickly looked away. She didn't have time for these kind of people right now. She raised her handgun to waist level for a moment to give them a better glance and hopefully deter the group from making a larger scene than was already going on. She turned to check on her boss and waited just a few feet from him while watching for the cops.

His plan to escape became pretty obvious the moment that he made a move towards the gyrocopter. Her weapon followed the two that were getting out to make sure that they weren't going to renege on the coerced offer of use of their vehicle and then slid into the seat next to him. “Let's get the hell out of here.” Teresa grumbled as she popped out the cylinder of her revolver and went about reloading with a moonclip from her jacket pocket.
 
Nick hated Gyrocopters. Hated them from the first time he saw one at at the World Aviation Expo four years ago. The way they had over run Police services the world over was baffling to him. People where always talking about how much more versatile they where then planes. But the magic Nick could work in a plane he could never make work in a Gyro.

And here he was, stuck in one of those shitty like crafts, puttering out across Lake Michigan towards the sprawling off shore platform used for crafts to dock and unload. The Fortune Hunter was waiting there, on the far side of the platform away from the store houses, wet from the dip in the pool and the ocean spray coming up into the open cockpit. He pulled back on the control stick, bringing the small craft up and over the lip of the platform and into the traffic of airships moving about.

He didn't like coming home empty handed, they where going to have to work contacts in the city now to try and off load the cargo.

Adding to that the adrenaline from all the action had left him randier then a cat in a lighting storm and he either needed to get laid or get a really cold shower. He cast a glance sideways at Tessa, his thoughts slipping to what was under her wet clothes, becoming so lost in thought he nearly took out a communications tower. Before righting the gyro and setting it on a course towards home.
 
Teresa had been in a large variety of crafts over the years, ranging from tiny scooters zipping along the ground to massive intercontinental ships that soared impressively through the sky, but out of all of the vehicles that she had seen in the past Teresa couldn't help but agree that the ship they had just climbed in was a pile of crap. She knew that from all sides there were people that wanted to kill and/or arrest them, and right now they were in a cheap, flimsy, and not too quick craft that seemed like it would snap if she pressed on the side panels too hard. It was good that Nick could fly well or else they would likely be fucked.

“So, now we've got a cargo bay full of crap and the guy that was going to buy it off of us wants us dead. We're going to have to figure something out quick.” Teresa commented. For a long moment she looked around to make sure that they weren't being followed, and right as she holstered her revolver she grabbed onto whatever she could at the feeling of the craft lurching to a side. “Unless you kill us first, of course.” She added as she adjusted her soaking wet clothing.
 
"Sorry," he muttered, casting another quick glance her way, "distracted. I'll have Will get in touch with The Slant, and anyone else we've run this kind of shit for in the past. We start trying to move it out of the city we're gonna lose money on this deal."

Thinking things over wasn't helping his mood any. He was going to need some kind of release once they got back. Maybe grab his fighter and good to for a bit, burn through his frustration that way. He slammed his fist against the control yoke, causing the gyro to shutter.

"Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnitdamnit!"

The Fortune Hunter loomed on the horizon, a mid sized craft, easily able to house the dozen or so crew members and the four fighters they kept. He cast another quick glance towards Tessa and gave a half hearted shrug, figure he might as well just try his luck, "You look cold and wet under all that. Once we land you wanna come back to my cabin and warm up a bit?"
 
Teresa gave a small nod when he apologized for nearly flying the two of them into a large pole sticking up into the sky. She kept one hand holding firmly to a bar on her right to make sure that she wasn't going to fall out if he did fuck it up this time. “I'm sure we'll find someone here that's willing to take it, but we might have to take a bit of a loss on it.” She admitted before her eyes suddenly went wide at him causing the vehicle to shudder around them. She held on tightly but luckily he eventually managed to get them back onto the path to their craft.

When he mentioned a way that she could warm up she turned towards him and cocked an eyebrow for a moment. “If you manage to get the two of us there without killing us I'll think about it.” The redhead replied with a vague and noncommittal shrug.
 
Nick gave a dismissive snort, "Get us back to the ship without dying. Even in this death trap that's an easy feat. I mean comeon, the ship is RIGHT THERE."

It didn't take long to for Nick to swing the gyro up into the Fortune Hunter's hanger bay. He could hear several of the mechanics snickering at the sight of the junky craft their captain had arrived in, "Yeah yeah yeah, yuck it up guys!" he shouted, clearly growing more irritated at their reaction, "But one of you block heads his gonna have to find someplace to ditch this hunk of junk."

He snatched up his wet jacket with one hand wile his other hand began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, already working to peel the wet shirt off as he made his away across the hanger bay floor.
 
Teresa had to bite her lip to keep from teasing him about having nearly killed them already as they continued to approach the ship. She took a moment to look around when they were on the final stretch to make sure that he hadn't jinxed them with the declaration. While normally flying didn't bother her when the gyrocopter set itself down on their craft she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She followed him out and noticed a few mechanics looking to see what tools they would need to disassemble the craft before following after her boss towards his room.

“I suppose that I have to head back with you now, don't I?” The busty redhead replied with an exaggerated sigh as she slid her soaking wet coat off of her body and hung the dripping garment over her arm.
 
Nick hadn't actually expected Tessa to offer to join him in his cabin. He turned to watch her for several moments, his brows perking and his mood lifting slightly at the thought of getting at least something out of this day.

"I suppose if you really wanna go through with it, yeah. I'm not gonna force you to...ya know. That's not my style at all. But I think after how rotten everything just went we could both use the pick me up." Looking at the way her wet clothes clung to her the prospect was more then a little enticing to him, a redhead with a killer rack was just his type.

"Either way, I'm gonna grab a hot shower, I'll leave the cabin door unlocked if you feel like joining me."

That said he made his way down to the Captain's Cabin. It was bigger then the other cabins on the ship, but not by much, big enough to fit a double bed and have it own bathroom. As he said he would Nick left the door unlocked before stripping down and climbing into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him and rise away the chills and aches the day had brought wile the thoughts of what might come next stirred a very noticeable reaction.
 
Teresa, as the first officer of the ship, had quarters of her own that would be comfortable and allow her to clean up and then get some rest all on her own but right now she didn't feel like doing that. She had just been shot at and nearly killed so she had quite a lot of adrenaline that was coursing through her system. She had to get it out somehow and what she knew would happen when they went to the room together would be an easy way to deal with all of that energy.

The redhead nodded when she heard him explain that she didn't have to come with him. "I know, but there's no reason not to. I could stand to blow off a bit of steam." Teresa explained as she adjusted her still soaking at clothing.

She followed him into his quarters and allowed him to get in the shower before starting to get prepared herself. After making sure the door to the rest of the ship was locked she was quick to strip down and pile her wet clothing on the floor with her holster and sidearm resting on top of the pile. Once she had if all ready the redhead walked into the bathroom with her wide hips swaying and her perky tits bouncing slightly. "We might as well save water, right?" Teresa added as she slid into the shower.
 
Hot water washed over Nick, his body hard, flat muscle and a few scars from his misadventures.

He smirked at the sight of Tessa stepping in to join him, his eyes wondering along her inviting looking curves and those amazing tits. It was true there where plenty of other ways to let of steam but none would be as effective, or as fun as what they where about to get themselves into. He pulled her under the water with him, one hand roaming slowly up her side, tracing the line of her curve, her skin smooth against his calloused palms.

His hand came up, cupping one of her tits and kneading it between his fingers, starting slowly and softly at first and slowly growing more and more intense before his other hand joined in the action.

"Waste not want not."
 
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