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Burned (Gunner x Kiandra_Black)

Gunner

Gunner

Star
Joined
Jun 3, 2012
Location
400 meters out with clean line of sight.
Jonathan 'Ski' Boyarski was new to the organization; a group of highly skilled operators doing dirty government jobs because they needed to get done. After years in the Army, most in special operations, he was skilled and experienced, but he had a temperament that needed tempering. He tended to be hot-tempered, aggressive and brash, which was why her been paired with another operator. It was supposed to be an easy run; get in, fire a shot, get out. Easy. They were hoping that some time with the other operator would steel his demeanor, but time would tell.

They'd gotten into position, their rifle ready, a top of the line, suppressed AWM in .338 Lapua a rifle more than up for their task. Right now his partner was behind the bolt-action rifle, while Ski paced behind her and watched her back. Another of his shortcomings; he was not good at endless waiting. Not that there was much room for his pacing; they were in the sixth story of an abandoned commercial structure in Laredo, Texas in a small side office filled with abandoned, dusty, cheap office furniture.

"Shoot this guy, ditch the rifle, skulk away. And oh yeah, wait until the rapture for him to show..." Ski muttered.

Ski had a lean, muscular body; while not bulked like a body builder, he had very-good muscle definition and was stronger, and more importantly faster, than he appeared. At 170 pounds and a hair under six inches, with dark brown hair and matching eyes, he was considered handsome, especially with the several days of stubble he had on his face.
 
At five foot one, Rebecca Blaine was the shortest operative in the organization. Her body was a toned, curvy bombshell, and her dark burgundy hair slid down her back like a waterfall, reaching her lower back. It was currently in a no nonsense bun, to keep it out of her violet eyes, as she looked down the scope.

She rolled her eyes as she felt her partner pace behind her. Why the organization had to stick her with the young hothead was beyond her, and she was getting quite annoyed with his impatience. All eighty-three of her kills were silent, and done meticulously, either by sniper or her favorite, up close an personal, with her blades. She currently had six hidden on her person, not that anyone would find them, unless they stripped her naked.

She shifted in her spot as she heard Ski mutter behind her, and took a steadying breath so she wouldn't go off on him. She hated that she had been stuck with him, and had nearly bitten off her superior's head when he had told her. She certainly had lived up to her nickname, 'Wildcat' as she was known around the office. Of course, no one ever called her that to her face (the last one who had done it had simply disappeared from existence) and she liked it that way.

She cursed under her breath as their target exited the building. If Ski didn't shut his mouth, she would lose it. He had been handsome enough when she first caught sight of him, until he had opened his mouth. Now, she couldn't wait to get rid of the man, find a bar to drink away the night, and get a man between her legs, preferably in that order.

She took a breath, aimed, and as she breathed out, flexed her finger, blowing the heart out of their target with perfect accuracy.
"Let's move."
 
"Good. fuck that Zeta piece of shit. Let's-" then he paused, turning to the door and taking a few steps towards it.

"Did you hear-" he started, beginning to raise his pistol.

And then the door blew in. He was knocked back onto a cheap, unused desk, deafened by the blast. His pistol was up fast though, and his shots were dead on, despite a mild concussions and some bruised ribs. The first was shot through the eye, the next man in caught a .45 in the temple and third through his teeth and out his spine. Who ever they were, they weren't cops, Feds or cartel gunmen. They were something else. And for them to already be coming in, they weren't responding to the shot that had happened seconds ago. The pair were either compromised or set up.

"Fuck! We gotta go!" Eric said quite loudly; he hadn't meant to, but the high-pitched whine filling his ears was (hopefully only temporarily) screwing with his ability to regulate his volume.

"Not the way they came! They'll be watching that! There's a rope on the roof! " he yelled, motioning to the stairwell.
 
With the rifle strapped to her back in less than ten seconds, Rebecca moved quick and silent towards the stairwell. What neither knew was that there were men stationed above as well, and she found this out the hard way when one of them blew a chunk of wall away, way too close to her head for comfort.
"Damnit."
The small hiss of her voice as she snuck into the shadows, thankful that she had worn her black outfit today, and pulled out two knives, each fashioned after the shivs used in the movie Riddick. (What can I say, she loves her men big and bad!)

She struck quietly, from the side they were not expecting, and easily silenced the two, a quick thrust through the back, angled up to slip under the scapula, and another slice across the neck, nearly severing the head, with how sharp the blades were.
"Shut up!"
That was it, his loud noise had finally reached her breaking point as she focused on getting them both out alive. The two reached the top of the building, and Rebecca saw what he meant about the rope. She moved towards it briskly, watching the rest of the roof, making sure they weren't ambushed.
 
Temporarily deafened, all he could tell was that she was yelling at him, with no idea what she was saying since he couldn't see her lips.

Ski turned back and watched the way they'd come up, covering it with his pistol as she rappelled. As she was detaching at the bottom, he had to fire off a few more rounds, dropping another shooter shooter lifelessly down the stairwell. Quickly he clipped the line he'd set up to his rigger's belt and was down the rope fast, standing next to her in a matter of seconds.

The pair threaded their way through alleys for a bout a minute, before Ski grabbed the rifle on her back hard, yoking her backwards with it. He lifted it off over her head and tossed it in a dumpster, along with his pistol, phone, radio and some other miscellaneous gear.

"Quick! Ditch anything the organization gave you, including those knives you love so much. Anything they gave us might be tagged." he whispered, now going too far, volume-wise in the opposite direction.
"Back to the car. I have a cache they don't know about."

The vehicle was provided to them by an unlisted associate of Jon's so, for the moment anyway, it was clean. Of course they couldn't use any of the drops that had been set up for them, those would surely be watched, but luckily Jon was a local, and had a few backups that predated his acceptance to the organization. Jon was dressed to blend in; combat boots (not uncommon in a city with such a high military presence), blue jeans, a t-shirt and a Spurs cap. He had no idea what Becca was thinking wearing all black.

It wasn't far to the car and he tossed Becca the keys; it had been a bit since he'd been here and he needed to get his bearings to guide her to the drop. Which was when he noticed the blood on his back.
 
As she was yanked backwards, she cursed, thinking it was an enemy. Fortunately for her it was simply Ski, pulling off the rifle. She unwrapped a pack around her left ankle, and threw it, along with three knives into the dumpster. She merely grinned evilly, as he said she would have to get rid of her shivs, those had been gifts from her father, and the organization had never touched them, let alone seen them. As he moved off, she quickly stripped off her clothes, Ski not noticing her undressing, and was soon only left in black high-waisted short shorts, and a dark blue tank top tucked into her pants. Her hiking boots went well with the entire outfit, and for once she was glad she had bought them herself, and not through the organization.

She caught up to him as she pulled her long hair down from her bun, slightly wavy from the way it had been rolled up, and ran her fingers through her long hair, before putting it up into a genie ponytail. She noticed the blood on his back, but didn't say anything. If he was still moving, she wasn't going to call attention to it, and maybe cause him to falter. She grabbed the keys out of the air, her tanned skin rippling under her slight muscles, and hopped into the car.

A little speed demon, Becca had the car five minutes away in under two. She watched the mirrors, for anyone who looked like they might be tailing them, but found no one.
"You okay?"
 
He looked at her lips as she talked, which he realized weren't bad looking. He was still a little deaf, but he could read lips in both English and Spanish (spoke them too, along with Arabic). He had a hand around behind his back, feeling out the injury, grunting when she asked about it.

"Yeah, I think I just caught a sharp edge when those assholes blew the door and sent me into a table. take this exit." he said, still loud, but not quite yelling anymore.

He directed her to pull into a shabby looking self-store. It looked like garbage, but he'd picked it specifically because it didn't use keycards, lacked cameras, didn't have a manned office, and let him use his own lock, basically ensuring no one knew who came & went. The storage unit wasn't huge, and at first glance it seemed to just be filled with crap. A pair of skis, Christmas decorations, old car parts, etcetera. However, he knew exactly were everything he wanted was. This wasn't a safehouse or a long-term sustainence cache; it was just intended to keep a few things he might need if he ever needed to pop smoke in a hurry. He quickly pulled out an M4, two .45 caliber Glocks; one suppressed, the other with a long match barrel, a long double-sided dagger, a pair of throwing knives and two bricks of C4 with associated bits. He also grabbed a bag of ammo.

"Hey, grab my detainee bag, the black gym bag." he said pointing.

By now the 'ringing' (really more of a whine) in his ears was receding and he was better adjusting his volume. The bag he directed her to was his kit for prisoners and interrogations; containing several pairs of handcuffs, rope, cable ties, blindfolds, a ball gag, a cat o' nine tails and a bottle of edible, tingling 'personal' lubricant. Ski took a moment to slap on a large self-adhering dressing over his minor wound then made a last sweep to make sure he had everything.

"Alright, let's roll."
 
She grabbed the bag, heading out to the car to wait for him. Once he was in, she pulled away, heading out towards the city.
"Where are we going? Do you have a place in mind?" She asked, judging the distance between the car next to her, and sliding into place behind them, neatly cutting off the car behind her. She drove within the speed limit, the two of them NOT Needing a cop now of all times. She kept looking around, expecting more attacks, although it was quiet.

Her anger grew at the thought of the organization burning them. She was one of their top agents, why would they do this to her?
 
Jon shrugged.

"Normally I'd say hole up in a motel for the night, especially since there's six grand in small, non-sequential bills in the bag. But I know they've already got our pictures all over the media; that would be too risky."

He turned on the radio, scanning for a news station.

"I think we need to blow town. I think they put me with you on this since this my old stomping grounds; they figured if they botched the kill I'd go to ground & stay local. Would be like built in containment; they wouldn't have to track us all across the globe. I got no clue where to go though; any real assets I have are being watched now. Probably the same for you."

And then he found what he was looking for. A news bulletin, claiming that Representative Guevera was murdered by terrorists. Guevera. He had been trying to uncover the organization by sniffing funding trails and asking uncomfortable questions to various TLAs. And now they'd killed him. The organization was safe, and with such a high-profile terrorist act on US soil, increased funding was almost assured.

"Shit."
 
"Damn. Then, we're going to a friend's of mines. They'll take us in for the night..." Becca answered, heading out of the city. For hours later, she pulled up to a huge house, and parked. "Come on. Oh, and don't let them intimidate you." She said getting out and walking up to the house.

She knocked, yawning as her big men answered the door. A smile from both six foot five, muscle-bound men allowed her to relax, and they enveloped her in a hug. "Hey, Randy, Dave, this is Jon. We need a place to stay the night, and I need my bag."
"Welcome to our home, come on in." Randy said as he stepped aside to let them walk in. Dave, the quieter of the two simply pinned a stare on Ski, his eyes dark and penetrating, not saying one word. Becca rolled her eyes as she led the way to the living room. It was clear to see she had been there many times before, but she had kept them off radar of the organization.

"How bad is it Beck?" Randy asked.
"Imminent destruction bad."
"Damn." Becca smiled at his one word answer and then turned to Ski, "We can hole up here for the night, then head up to a cabin the guys have. We'll be safe there for a while as this shitstorm dies down."
 
Jon starred back at Dave, his eyes narrow slits as he unloaded the bags, then his rifle from the car. After his day of being burned, shot at, deafened and nearly impaled on furniture, he was in no mood. It didn't help that Becca was pushing him in with people he didn't know or completely trust; he was pretty tense by now.

He once all their stuff was moved in, he found some free counter or table space, laid out a trash bag, and started cleaning the firearms, one a a time; being sure to keep the others nearby. After all, they'd been in that cache for a bit over three years.

"So is there a plan past hiding out in the cabin like scared rabbits? Also, we need to get rid of the car."
 
"I can do that. Beck, you can take the jeep out tomorrow." Randy answered as he looked over at Ski. Becca nodded and then said, "I'm going to check the guest bedrooms." She moved quietly up the stairs, and after a moment, Dave followed her. Randy moved to the kitchen, and grabbed a beer, setting one in front of Ski, before a scratching noise at the back door startled them.

"Don't make any sudden movements..." Randy said as he opened the sliding door, and two large rotts came in. Both sniffed Ski over, and then moved away. They seemed calm, but suddenly went into a frenzy as Dave and Becca came back down, both dogs pouncing on her as she grinned. "Hey you two!" She gave each dog a good scratch and then stood back up.
"Come on Jon, I'll show you where you can sleep for the night."

She led the way up the steps again, and moved past one door, before opening the second door on the right. "Sorry, but this was the only room that was clean. The bathroom is across the hall, and there are fresh towels in your room."
As she was speaking, Dave and Randy came up, both men taking all the room in the hall, and making Becca seem tiny. She smirked at them, before saying, "I'll be next door. See you tomorrow morning."

Both men headed down to the room next to Ski's, and she followed them, the door closing behind the three of them with a sense of familiarity that suggested this had happened before.
 
Ski's eyes narrowed for a second when he was ordered not to move, starting to reach for a gun. That is until he saw that he was letting dogs in. The dogs let him relax a little bit; with rotts he knew they would give an alert & attack anyone skulking about. And of course the dogs liked him when they trotted over & sniffed him; dogs always liked him. It was like a superpower of his.

He took the nickel tour with them, then returned to cleaning his gear. He left the beer unopened & untouched; he needed to be sharp right now. Once that was done, he returned to the bedroom, bringing the rifle with him and after a bit of thought, decided on a shower. Even if he didn't have a change of clothes, the least he could do was get the bits of powdered door off of him. He took a pistol into the bathroom with him, locking the door behind him and took a nice, hot shower. He walked out of the bathroom shirtless, his well-muscled (and slightly scarred) chest on display. Which was how he finally fell asleep; half-sitting up on the bed, wearing just his boxers and jeans, the rifle across his chest and one of the rotts next to him.
 
Rebecca took a quick shower as well, although hers was accompanied by two bodies, her own in the middle of a muscle-bound sandwich. She relaxed within their arms as they took her mind off the organization, and even her partner in the next room.

She needed this, and her core burned for one of their large cocks. Randy picked her up and sank her onto his cock, both of them grimacing at the burn, her of the stretch, him of the tightness. Dave turned off the water, and dried her back as Randy fucked her, Rebecca hiding her face in his neck as the two moved towards a quick completion. It always started like that, Randy fucking her quick, before Dave would move in, slow and steady while Randy took a quick break.
Rebecca arched her back as she came, her pussy tightening around Randy as he gave a muffled curse and came as well, the condom he was wearing holding back his spunk. Rebecca relaxed within his grasp, and then sighed as he gave her over to his mate, who carried her to the bedroom.

She smirked as he laid her down, and she looked from his face to his hard cock, beckoning him forward with a grin. He fell on her slowly, and the two began the second round.

The three of them hardly slept a wink, pounding her from the front, back, and everywhere else. None of them realized that the headboard slammed against the same wall the Ski's headboard sat, or that their moans and screams could be heard from downstairs.
 
After the day he'd had, being awoken from his sleep by a loud, heavy thump right next to his head was not well received. With a start he sat straight up, the rifle reflexively at his shoulder, looking down the sights, as his brain tried to catch up with his muscles & instincts Once he realized what was happening though, he began thoroughly agitated, especially when banging on the wall didn't do anything to help the problem. He growled, considering kicking in the door, but he was, after all a guest. Instead he muttered to himself and decided head for the kitchen to get a snack, the rott trotting after him. After making and annihilating a big sandwich (and passing a few pieces of meat to the rott, now his new friend for life). The sandwich time gave him the opportunity to figure the solution to his problem, as agitating as it was that the only other three people in the house were rutting like animals instead of pulling security or resting.

He returned to the room, slipped on his boots, grabbed a pillow and returned to the borrowed car. He tried to leave the rott back in the house, but his newest buddy whined & gave him sad doggy face when he tried to leave it inside. Instead, it curled up on the passenger seat while he curled up shirtless on the backseat with the pillow, blanket and rifle, falling into a fitful, but at least quiet, sleep.
 
The next morning, Rebecca woke up quite refreshed. The dawn was just starting, and the men were still asleep. She placed a loving kiss on their cheeks in good bye, and they rumbled their love for her before she dressed in tight blue jeans and a green tank top. She looked in on Ski, only to find a rumpled bed, missing a pillow. She grinned and descended the stairs.

She grabbed her pack from the closet, which had her weapons and clothes, along with a couple 'toys' and headed out to the jeep. She opened the passenger door and kissed the Rott's nose in greeting and he wagged his tail before exiting the car and heading up to the house. She turned to Ski and smirked at his purely annoyed face.
"I'm sorry. Did we keep you up last night?"
 
"Nope. I actually prefer a cramped back seat over a bed." he said flatly, obviously at least a little pissed.

He slipped his boots back on & stretched a bit, still shirtless, his pants tented by his impressive morning wood. He hadn't actually planned on leaving first thing, so he had to go back inside quick to get his bags. And his shirt. Their partnership had started with her wishing for another partner, and now he was in a similar position. He threw his bags in the back and took the passenger seat.

"You can drive, since you seem to know your way around & are so well rested."

And with that he put on his sunglasses and leaned back a little in the seat, the glasses making it impossible to tell if he was asleep, or just very still.
 
Rebecca rolled her eyes at his response, then watched him head inside. She placed her pack in the back seat, checking the back for all the things she would need. The men had packed food for them, and she knew she would have to thank them later.

She drove a couple of hours, passing through small towns before beginning the climb up the mountain. She knew these roads well, having grown up on them, and soon she was turning off onto the dirt compacted road that led about a mile into the forest. The large one room cabin sat in a clearing, made with logs and stones, the roomy structure having been built by her father a couple years back.

She parked behind the cabin, and checked the clearing before nudging Ski, "Wake up. We are here."
She got out, and grabbed her pack from the back before heading up to the cabin. She opened the door, and smiled, the interior large but cozy. A four poster bed sat in the corner, king-sized, and a small loveseat pullout couch sat in front of the fireplace, which was large enough to fit a pig. It had to be big enough to warm up the cabin.

She placed a couple logs into the fireplace, and started a fire, the chilly air from the mountains filling the cabin. She left the cabin and grabbed the box from the back and placed it in the kitchen, on top of the counter and began to pull things out of the box and into the small cabinet they used as a pantry. She checked the generator, happy her father had always kept it well stocked, and then she headed to the shed to make sure they had enough fuel to last awhile.
 
Ski was already starting to move when she tried to wake him up. With nothing more than a grunt he picked up his stuff and moved it into the cabin. He had to admit it wasn't a bad place to hide out in. He set his stuff on the love seat; rifle, pistols, duffel & gym bag. It was his assumption that Becca would use the bed & he'd get the couch. Hopefully she could stay quiet tonight.

"You finish getting settled in. I'm gonna take a look around & get the lay of the land." he said.

And with that he left, rifle in hand. He scouted around the woods for several hours, checking trails, learning the landscape, and checking for any signs of being followed or watched. Finally satisfied in their isolation, he returned to the cabin hoping that in the three hours he'd been gone his roommate had learned some courtesy, although he doubted it.
 
When he came back, a warm, home-cooked meal sat on the counter, covered, waiting for him. Rebecca was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. She came out, dressed in something that would make every hot-blooded male stand up and take notice.

The black silk negligee was short, only reaching the middle of her thighs, and tight, the thin straps at her shoulders going down, down, down the long expanse of her back, criss-crossing to just above the swell of her generous ass. The front was seemingly innocuous, but for a v of see-through fabric from her throat down to her bellybutton.

She nodded to him and made her way to the bed, while saying, "We can switch off, although both are extremely comfortable."
She wasn't lying. Both sleeping places were made, top-of-the-line, with memory foam inserts. They cradled the body, lulling a person to sleep.
 
Jon's eyes lingered on her just a little longer than he'd intended on Becca's form before he turned away.

"You should put more on; it's cold out there. So what did you cook?" he asked, making a point of ignoring her blatant attempt at seduction.

He was still a bit pissed at her. Being out in his element, skulking around the outdoors had helped calm him down a bit, but he was still pissed that she'd treated him like some green recruit then gone ahead & act the way she had. Besides, even if she was pretty, she'd just spent the previous night getting tag-teamed by a pair of guys. He wasn't necessarily sure that she was something he wanted to get involved with.

He made his way to the table, getting a seat before his erection showed.
 
"You're concern is so touching..." Rebecca rolled her eyes as she said it, before pointing to the plate, "Spagetti and meatballs, it was quick and easy."

She didn't say anything else on his comment, as she had grown up in these woods, wearing short shorts and sports bras while her and her friends trapised through the woods at night. She was used to the chill of the forest, actually welcomed it.

She stepped into the kitchen to grab a raw and bloody steak, and said, "Don't wait up for me." Before stepping out into the forest. Barefoot, and silent, she disappeared into the undergrowth, heading to her spot, wondering if the alpha wolf she knew still roamed these woods.

She sat herself on a tree branch, high up, before opening the bag, and letting the scent carry out into the wind. An hour went by, and she was just about to call it quits before the large black form trotted into the clearing, sniffing around. She whined from above, and the wolf looked up, a seeming grin on his face. She slowly descended, and he loped over, sniffing around her legs in delight.

Rebecca had found him as a pup six years ago, and although her father had told her not to become attached, she had. Now, every time she came up, she made sure to bring him something. He wasn't tame, far from it, but he had never snapped at her, or growled, simply taking the food she had for him, and laying by her side to eat it while she sat and spoke quietly to him.

Once he was done, he pressed his cold nose on her bare leg and she smiled and gave him a good scratch behind the ears, before both got up. The wolf headed back to his pack, while Rebecca turned and headed back to the cabin. She entered silently, and headed to the bed, sinking into the covers, and after a quick check to make sure her pistol was still loaded and under her pillow, fell asleep.
 
Jon barely managed to hide his smirk at her response. She tried to hide it, but she was a bit put off. She was probably not used to being turned down. The food was good though, especially for something quick that she threw together. Who would've thought that Wildcat could be so... domestic?

He did have to raise an eye when she took a delicious steak out with her, wandering the woods for over an hour before returning and going right to sleep. When she returned, he was checking over his detainee bag, making sure everything was in it, loading the handcuffs back into his bag. He looked up for a moment when she came in, then went back to what he was doing, resisting the urge to make a crack about eating the whole thing herself. She quickly went to sleep, so out of coursety, he kept it down until he finished doing what he needed to, then turned in himself, stripping to just his boxers under a blanket on the love seat. His last thoughts were of how Becca had looked in her negligee.
 
The next morning, Rebecca awoke, a couple of minutes before dawn. She got up and started the coffee machine, before getting into the shower to take a quick bath for the day. She dressed in high-waisted short shorts, her hiking boots, and a tight button-up shirt, which she only buttoned twice, right under her cleavage, a hint of the navy blue bra she was wearing underneath.

She grabbed her pistol, putting it into her thigh holster and grabbing some coffee, went out to drink it at the little glade next to the cabin. She sat down on a rock, looking out towards the forest, her back to the cabin.

Since it was still dawn, fog lightly drifted around the trees on the ground, and from the fog came the wolf, sitting down beside her, a smile curling her plump lips.
 
Jon woke a few minutes after she left, the smell of fresh coffee bringing him to his senses. He poured himself cup, finished it, then decided to take a nice long shower. It was quite a luxurious cabin to be in the middle of the nowhere like this, and not a bad place to lay low for a few days. He took his time, soaping up and getting nice & clean. He walked out, wearing just a towel, right as Becca came in,her outfit barely covering more skin than Jon's towel.
 
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