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Cinco de SWA

Post by rusty-spring on Mon 17 Oct 2011 - 19:34

This is a fanfiction I've been sitting on for a while because I've been having a hard time finding time to really sit down and write. However, bit by tiny bit I've been moving it forward. Kiskaloo and I have been informally working on it together so I have to thank him for the input he gives. I'm releasing what I believe to be a good meaty chunk of what has been finished so far. I also have a pair of artworks to go along with the story, but I need to do finishing touches still.

I'll be posting segments of the story in the following posts. So enjoy and again thanks to Kisk for his assistance.

P.S. - Yeah, it's a horrible title but I can't think of anything more amusing right now.

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“What's your status?” Cautiously working their way through the jungle foliage, a pair of SWA operatives heard Claes ask for a progress report. Laine tore down a branch that was obstructing her view ahead while Kara was the first to respond.

“We're making our way towards the objective.” She pulled out a compass. “Currently heading south-southwest. About 15 minutes out from the target camp.”

“Ok, keep quiet and move slow. You're nearly there so expect enemy foot patrols.” They heard the audible click of their radios as Claes ended her transmission. “I suggest you two camp for the night, and move in on the morning.”

“Sounds good to me. We'll keep an eye out.” Laine released the talk button her radio and looked at Kara. “Looks like we're cooking out tonight.” The two girls looked at their surroundings. The dense leaves were disorienting and any sounds besides their own footsteps were muted. The fact that it was night did little to squelch the humid heat.

“So what are we having?” Kara unslung her rifle and set it down on the ground next to her. Laine did likewise and sat across from her and reached into backpack. She pulled out two cans and tossed one towards her partner.

“Spaghettios?” Kara asked incredulously.

“Hey, next time you pack the rations.” Using her field knife, Laine bashed a large hole out of the top with the butt end and began to drink the cold noodles with sauce. Kara pulled out a multi-tool and used the can opener to press a neat opening into her own can. Laine looked at her incredulously. “You could have told me you had one of those.”

“And miss your neanderthal impression?” As the two finished eating they sat silently, listening to the ambience. Suddenly, there was flash of light and the sound of footsteps walking towards their direction. Kara reached down to grab her rifle and crept over to the far side of the clearing, aiming towards the source of the noise. Meanwhile, Laine slowly rose up into a crouch and grabbed her knife in a reverse hold, hiding on the opposite side of Kara and ready to pounce.

“Hey! What the hell is this?” A male voice shouted out towards their direction.

“I think I see something over here!” Another, different voice shouted at the other.

“Claes! We've been spotted!” Laine hissed into her radio and awaited a response. Nothing. Did the enemy bring jamming equipment?

“Sweet merciful crap. Look at this room!” Finally the two intruders stepped into the clearing and Clayland and Michele stood with their eyes gazing over the 'makeshift' jungle the girls had created from Laine's room. Michele hit the light switch and the ceiling lights flooded down onto the prop set. Kara saw Claes sitting casually in a chair, sipping coffee out of the styrofoam cup they had given her to recreate the noise of a radio.

“Why didn't you tell us it was the boys?” Laine asked Claes. With a shrug, Claes pushed up her glasses.

“Because you made me take part of this ridiculous roleplay.” For Clayland and Michele, they kept looking around the room in disbelief.

“How long did it take you to cut all of these leaves out of construction paper?” Michele asked while he pulled one down from the ceiling and inspected it. It was neatly drawn and cut out and Michele could instantly tell it was part of Kara's handiwork.

“Only a couple hours. I figured the best way to prepare was to practice.” With a beaming smile, Kara was obviously proud of her afternoon crafts.

“Sometimes I wonder about you too...” Michele noted, and gingerly brushed a piece of green felt that clung to his suit. Claes signaled from her corner of the room that she agreed with him.

“At least tell me you three are finished packing.” This question came from Clayland, as he noticed no luggage in sight. “We're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Yes they are.” Claes answered for the trio. “I double checked to make sure.” Behind her, Kara and Laine both stuck out their tongues at 'Mama Claes.'

“Good to hear.” Clayland said, as he and Michele made their way through the jungle to the exit, walking gingerly to avoid stepping on a few paper mache cobras. “Better hit the sack soon. I have a feeling a full night's rest will become rare in the future.”

Closing the door, the two handlers left the three girls in their artificial shrubs.

“So what do you think?” Michele asked as they walked back towards their own rooms.

“I think we may have gotten ourselves in over our heads.” Clayland replied.

“The mission?” Already knowing the answer, Michele asked with a sideways grin.

“No, the girls.”

*~*~*~*

One Day Earlier...

Hola y buenas dias. Esto es Punto de Partida.” In the common room, Laine sat watching a satellite feed of Televisa. “Esta historia publicada mas grande de la semana es el indice de criminalidad creciente en Mexico.” As the attractive female anchor started her segment, another person walked into the SWA's lounge.

“You're watching news?” Claes asked incredulously. “I think the sky is falling.” She sat down and began to watched as well. Unlike Laine, Claes didn't speak Spanish fluently, but knew enough to understand the bullet points.

“Har har. Clay believes that any well-rounded human being should take an active interest in world news.” This was true, but there were also other reasons why the blonde had chosen this particular station. “Plus, Televisa has some pretty amusing Spanish commercials.”

“Ah, that explains it then.” Claes noted one more time, then opened the book she had brought with her. It had been a slow week at the compound, and most of the girls were either working on their studies or running drills. At the moment, Claes and Laine were doing neither by simply enjoying the afternoon breeze that flowed through the open windows. The female anchor continued her report.

This morning the Criminal Assertation Committee released their findings that indicated now more than ever, violent crimes are on the rise. While homicides have begun to decline, drug trafficking, kidnapping, and corruption are continuing to climb with the hardest hit areas being Baja California, Mexico City, and Oaxaca.” Laine and Claes sat side-by-side on the couch watching various flash images with statistics scroll along the bottom.

“There you two are.” A third person announced her entrance, and Laine and Claes simply ignored the intruder and continued watching TV. “Thanks for the welcome.” Sarcastically, Kara walked into the room and gazed at the two girls sitting on the couch, then the TV, then back at the pair. “It's a beatiful day and the two of you are sitting inside watching Televisa?”

“It's actually quite interesting Kara.” Claes noted in her matter-of-fact tone.

“Laine, don't tell me you'd rather watch this than take a walk to the Technology Center with me.” Again, Kara got no response from her contemporary. Time for more drastic measures. With a smirk, Kara looked out the window, then back at Laine. “I think I just saw Ferro towing your Camaro away.”

“What?!” Laine jumped up from the couch. Kara smirked, that one always worked. With a huff, Laine walked up to the TV. “Why are they showing the shortened version of that Spanish GAP commercial. They didn't display the dancing polar bears with leather tassels!” Kara's face fell and her forehead visibly ticked. She grabbed Claes' book and tossed it at the blonde's head. “OW!” Laine looked at her attacker and saw Kara standing across the room, hands on her hips.

“It's about time you noticed I'm here.” The Japanese girl let the incident go, and returned to her perky mood. “You up for a trip to the Technology Center with me? I hear someone in Section 1 got a new Bently.”

“GT Supersport?” Laine inquired. Kara merely smirked in respond. “Later Claes!” As the two girls began to leave the living area, they were interrupted as Clayland and Michele walked into the room.

“Scratch that, we've got a meeting with the director in 15.” Laine's handler announced, and brought the mood of the two car loving girls back down to ground level. Kara whispered in Michele's ear, who shook his head, vetoing Kara's suggestion to delay the meeting by 20 minutes.

“Claes, you've been summoned too.” Michele called out to the last person in the room. Without a word, Claes stood up and joined the other four and together, they made their way towards Lorenzo's office.


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Post by rusty-spring on Mon 17 Oct 2011 - 19:40

When their handlers walked past the briefing room and entered “Officer Country”, as Avise Mancini referred to the offices of the senior staff, both Laine and Kara felt something important might be brewing. When they approached the heavy wooden door leading to the offices of Pieri Lorenzo, that feeling became concrete.

They were ushered into the stately office of the Director of Special Operations, Section 2 and the girls took the three available seats before the heavy desk of dark oak, their handlers standing behind them.

Director Lorenzo opened a leather folio on his desk and removed four 8R color prints, which he spread out in front of the two fratelli.

“Please take a look at these,” he stated, though the tone of his voice made his request come across as the order it was.

Laine reached forward to retrieve one for herself and another for her handler.

“Who is this guy?” she asked as she handed one back over her head. The photo showed a mid-thirties Hispanic man with a dark complexion and a moustache who liked like an extra from one of Sergio Leone’s “Dollars Trilogy” of films.

“Esteban Silvanito,” Lorenzo replied. “He’s a senior lieutenant to Pedro Diaz Parada of the Oaxaca cartel in Mexico.”

“Never heard of them,” Michele noted.

“As Mexican drug cartels go, the Oaxaca are a relatively small time outfit,” Lorenzo noted.

“So how did they get on our radar?” Clayland asked.

Ferro, who had been standing behind the director next to his bookcase, stepped forward.

“After the United States was attacked in September of 2001, they proceeded to secure their border with Mexico as they feared Islamic terrorists might infiltrate their country. The law enforcement communities in the United States and Mexico also started to cooperate much closer than ever before. This has put significant pressure on the cross-border drug trade and the Mexican cartels have been fighting amongst each other for dominance as well as looking for new markets.

“Unfortunately, we appear to be that new market. The European Union's appetite for cocaine is growing at a significant rate and while the market is smaller than the US, street prices for cocaine in the EU are almost double.”

Lorenzo leaned forward, resting his chin on steepled fingers.

“Those facts have not slipped past Padania. They’ve taken a page from the Costa Nostra and are now helping trans-ship drugs into the region from Mexico, as well as offering ‘protection’ for the major distributors, most of whom are Albanian Mafia in Lombardy and Tuscany. We also believe they are laundering money through the cartels now that the Guardia di Finanza has been cracking down on their traditional financing sources.”

“Isn’t this something for the Polizia di Frontiera and the Guardia Costiera?” Michele said.

“The Prime Minister wishes to disrupt the operation at the source,” Ferro answered. “Denying Padania and the Five Republics funds is the surest way to deny them the ability to continue to carry out their terrorist attacks.”

“You’re sending us to Mexico?” Clayland asked.

“Yes,” Ferro replied.

“I thought Monty and Mister Blacker handled…‘external affairs’ for the Agency,” Laine noted.

“The Blacker fratelli is currently on assignment in the Bahamas and are unavailable. All five of you have operated outside of Italy so this should not be an undue hardship for you. In fact, you can think if it as much a vacation as a mission as you will be operating out of Cancún.”

Laine and Kara looked to each other, eyes widening. Both girls knew Cancún was a world famous tourist seaside resort with luxury hotels and magnificent beaches.

“I assume when you say ‘deny’, that’s a polite euphemism for?” Claes asked.

“I believe our dear director is telling us to fuck their shit up,” Laine noted.

If Claes had been drinking, she’d have done a spit-take. Even Kara, used to Laine’s course language, found such use of it in front of Director Lorenzo shocking.

Laine’s handler merely pinched his nose while Michele tried admirably, and failed, to hide an amused smirk.

“Direct and to the point as always, Miss Brussard,” Lorenzo replied, purposely using her alias as a silent snub of her handler and what Lorenzo perceived to be his lack of authority over his teenaged charge. Laine was astute enough to pick this up and squirmed uncomfortably in her chair.

“Michele, you will be the senior agent in charge with Clayland providing backup. You and Ferro will draft a plan and submit it to myself and Jean Croce for final approval.”

He looked to Laine, Claes and Kara. “I expect the three of you to take the lead in actually…fucking their shit up.”

“With pleasure, boss!” Laine replied, tossing him a jaunty English salute.

“Let’s go, pottymouth,” Clayland said, grabbing Laine by the upper arm and giving her a tug to get her to rise from her chair, being unable to actually lift her 77kg weight.

Claes rose from her chair and took up station next to Michele, Kara following. They made their goodbyes and exited into the hall with Ferro.

“You three head back to the dorm. We’ll talk over dinner,” Clayland ordered. The three girls nodded and started back towards the exit as their handlers and Ferro proceeded to the office area. As the three girls started down the stairs to the pathway back to the Cyborg Warehouse, Laine and Kara stopped on the steps. Claes reached the bottom step and stopped, turning back to look at her older, if not wiser, sisters.

“WE'RE GOING TO MEXICO!” The simultaneous shout of jubilation from the two older girls nearly caused Claes to fall over in panic. Laine and Kara high-fived each other theatrically and rushed past Claes, towards the dormitory.

“I should have taken that job at the gelato stand I saw last week...” Claes noted with a heavy sigh, following the other two girls with no illusion of haste.

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Post by rusty-spring on Mon 17 Oct 2011 - 19:42

Present day...

Laine accepted a refill of Bollinger Grande Année 1997 in her champagne flute. She turned her head and looked through the opening in the bulkhead that separated the La Première cabin from Affaires. She caught the eye of her handler and raised her glass to him before tilting it back and draining it. The Air France 777-200ER only offered four seats in the First Class cabin, so Clayland had taken a seat in the front row of the Business Class cabin.

Laine returned her attention to her meal, created by renowned chef Guy Martin. To her left, Kara watched a movie on the personal video monitor. Across the aisle from Kara sat Michele in the window suite, with Claes holding the opposite position to her right.

Once the lunch service had been completed, Clayland came forward and took a seat across from Michele, using the footrest as a seat (it was equipped with a seat-belt for just this purpose). Claes retreated behind a book and Kara had moved on to another movie. With nothing else to do, Laine reclined her seat and started a movie.

*~*~*~*

The summer sun still sat high in the sky as Air France Flight 438 touched down on Runway 5L and taxied to Terminal 1. Clayland queued behind the four First Class passengers and they exited into the jetway and walked into the terminal proper. They cleared Customs & Immigration and then parked in the Aeromexico Salon Premier for the three-hour layover.

While they waited, a member of the Economic and Commercial Office of the Italian Embassy visited them to report that their “special package” had been safely delivered to their hotel in Cancun. He also added that the Honorary Consul General there would serve as a communications relay to the Embassy and back to the Foreign Ministry.

Just after 21:00 an Aeromexico agent appeared and collected the Premier passengers and escorted them to the Boeing 737-800 for the two-hour flight to Cancun. It was closing on midnight when they pulled out of the Hertz lot in a Range Rover V8. They proceeded out to Cancun’s “Hotel Zone” and down the beach about 16 kilometers, turning into the entrance to The Ritz-Carlton Cancun resort.

They checked in and were escorted to the an Ocean Front suite with adjoining Ocean Front rooms with double beds, one for Kara and Claes and one for Clayland and Laine.

“Is anyone hungry?” Michele asked and the three girls nodded their head. Michele handed over the Room Service menu to Kara, while Laine took a seat and started flipping through the hotel information booklet. She stopped suddenly, stared with great intensity at a page for a few moments, and then pumped her fist.

“Yes!” she exclaimed in excitement and pleasure.

Claes stared at the blonde cyborg, waiting for her to explain her outburst.

“This place has a Cliff Drysdale Tennis Center!” Laine said. She looked to Michele with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said.

“It’s bad enough you spoil those two, but do you have to corrupt my girl as well?” Clayland growled good-naturedly.

“Speaking of spoiled, did you see this Culinary Center?” Laine asked, pointing out the page to Kara, who leaned over to examine the offerings.

“Ooh, culinary sessions. And a ‘Wine and Tequila Experience’ – you should try that, Claes.”

Claes felt too tired to retort and reached for the remote to the LCD television.

*~*~*~*

After a late night meal in the hotel's restaurant, the two handlers along with the girls made their way towards the Reception desk. Michele walked up to the woman manning the computer and guest list and flashed her a charming smile.

“May I help you sir?” Her name tag read 'Rita' and she was dressed formally with a jacket emblazoned with the hotel's insignia.

“Yes,” Michele smiled again, “I believe you have a few pieces of luggage on hold. I'd like to retrieve them.” The woman looked at her computer, then back.

“Absolutely. May I have your name?”

“Pagani, Michele.” The receptionist looked at her screen again and tapped a few keys.

“Would you like them delivered to your room?” Michele looked over at this companions then shook his head.

“No, we can take them now.” The woman nodded and signaled for a bag boy to wheel the cart containing their 'special luggage' out into the lobby in front of the desk.

“You folks sure pack heavy.” The young man grimaced with a smile as he pushed the collection of black duffles and cases before him. The cart was perilously packed and the top case, which Kara noticed as the container holding her laptop and other electronics started to teeter. “Woah!” As expected, the black box began to fall and the bag boy closed his eyes as he was sure his tip would disappear as soon as the luggage hit the floor.

“Ha, got it.” Opening his eyes, he saw the young Asian woman who was in the group had caught the case one-handed. She stood up on her tip-toes and pushed the container back into place with care.

“How'd you do that? That thing weighed a ton.” With a small smile Kara stuck out her tongue.

“A good exercise regime.” She replied playfully.

“We can take it from here.” Clayland stepped forward and took the bag boy's place behind the cart. The young man looked slightly disappointed at the prospect of losing a customer when Michele slipped a bill into his hand. Glancing at the denomination, the employee suddenly perked up.

“Yes, sir! Have a good day sir!” Within moments he disappeared to help other guests with their luggage.

“You know these cases are quite durable enough to withstand a drop to the floor.” Joking, Clayland began to push the cart towards the elevators. As they all stepped inside, Kara scrunched her nose.

“Yes, but – “

“- it's your favorite case, right?” Laine interjected with a tease. Kara sheepishly grinned as they continued their elevator ride up to their suites. “What's in all these anyways? I only packed one and there has to be at least a dozen containers.”

“Some of it is sensitive equipment I wasn't sure we'd be able to procure on site.” Michele noted, thinking of a list inside of his head.

“Most of it is weapons and ordnance though.” Clayland patted one of the boxes. “We can probably get the more common items in Mexico, but I thought it'd be best if we didn't have to resort to the black markets if it could be avoided.”

“So you mean guns and gadgets.” Laine summed up. The two handlers nodded. “Typical men.” She rolled her eyes and nudged at Kara who agreed with a solemn nod.

Meanwhile, Claes who was standing quietly in the corner checked the cases to make sure the one packed full of her of books was accounted for. After everything was secured, the group returned to their rooms to finally rest after their long flight.


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Post by rusty-spring on Mon 17 Oct 2011 - 19:45

Everyone slept in late, the sun well up by time Clayland joined Michele in the main room of Michele's suite.

“I doubt we'll have any problems here at the hotel, but I think it'd be best if we had a safehouse outside of the tourist area.” Michele mentioned to Clayland, who was sipping from a cup of coffee.

“Agreed. Once we start running assignments I don't know how secure going in and out of a large hotel like this may be.” Kara, who had finished getting dressed stepped into the room where the who men were talking.

“So you boys are going to be looking for a new place to set up shop?” She asked, just in time for Laine and Claes to enter. Michele shook his head.

“Actually, you and I will be looking for an alternate safehouse. Clayland and Laine will be going to find a suitable means of transportation during our stay.” As Michele finished, Laine looked over at her handler who nodded his head.

“I've found a few dealerships nearby that should have what we're looking for.” Claes, the only member of the team who had yet been given a task rose her hand.

“What shall I be doing during this?” Clayland looked at her and shrugged his head.

“You're free to stay here if you wish.” Thinking a minute, Claes thought about her options.

“I think Michele and Kara can handle themselves.” She replied. For a minute, Claes believed she was going to be left alone to spend another day in the suite, reading the cache of books she had brought. That was until Laine spoke.

“Ooh, so that means you're coming with us!”

“Sure, the more the merrier.” Clayland answered before Claes could reply.

“Settled then.” Michele stood up. “How about we all head down for breakfast and then get started?”

*~*~*~*

After breakfast at one of the hotel’s restaurant, Kara and Michele went to the lobby, where an attractive Mexican woman in her mid-thirties met them.

“Buenos días, señor y señora. My name is Dorotea,” she introduced herself, shaking Michele’s hand and smiling at Kara. They followed her out to a late 1990’s Toyota 4Runner Limited. They crossed the bridge from the Hotel Zone back to the mainland and started about 25 kilometers south on the main highway to the city of Playa del Carmen.

The first property Dorotea showed the Pagani fratelli was a two-bedroom condominium right on the beach with a view of the Caribbean and the island of Cozumel across the channel.

“Magia Serenity is only a block from 5th Avenue with all the restaurants and shopping,” she noted. Kara loved the location, but she knew that made it totally impractical as a “safe house” and knew Michele had rejected it as soon as Dorotea had pulled into the complex.

They returned to the Toyota and drove to the Playacar resort area just south of the city proper and pulled into a private home at the end of a dead-end street and surrounded by gardens on three sides.

“Casa La Loma is one of our top properties with four bedrooms on three floors. The main terrace opens out onto the pool and garden areas and there is a covered terrace off the master bedroom. Maid service is provided three times a week and while parking is open-air, the community is gated and regularly patrolled.”

The secluded location appealed to Michele, but the fact the house was in a secured community meant that there was only one way in or out.

The final property was in the northeastern section of the city in a large residential area of single-family residences, just off one of the main thoroughfares. As soon as they pulled up and the doors opened into a private parking area, Michele knew this was the place.

“This residence is 185 square meters on two levels and the total property is 250 square meters. There is no pool, but there is a beautiful garden, viewable from all three bedrooms. The master and upstairs bedrooms have a full bath, while the one on the main floor has a half bath. There is a cellar with laundry facilities and central air conditioning reaches every room. The house is fully-alarmed and as you saw, the exterior walls are almost three meters tall.”

The house was relatively plain in style. Kara carefully examined the rooms for spiders and other insects, but the house looked very clean and the basic flat-pack furnishings gave few places for creepy-crawlies to hide.

“And the rate?” Michele asked.

“3,000 pesos per week with a three-week minimum,” Dorotea replied.

“We’ll take it,” Michele replied.

“Absolutely. I'll get the paperwork and you can sign for it immediately.” The woman walked out towards her car where she had already brought the required forms for transfer of ownership.

*~*~*~*

It didn't take long for the cab they had called to arrive in front of the hotel.

“A dónde? Where to?“ The middle aged cab driver asked as Clayland, Laine, and Claes piled into the yellow van.

“American Car Rental, por favor.” The cabby nodded his head as he pulled away from the hotel.

“So what kind of vehicle are you looking to acquire?” Claes asked as they started down the strip. She looked over at Laine. “I'm going to assume that Laine won't be making the ultimate choice, so no monster trucks, APCs, or half-tracks.” She was teasing, but at the same time dead serious. Clayland smiled wanly.

“No, nothing that outrageous.” He looked at Laine. “No offense.” From the bench seat besides Claes, Laine grinned cheekily.

“None taken.” She gave Claes a small poke in the side, which prompt Claes to shift further away from the blonde.

“I'm thinking a Land Rover, perhaps a Land Cruiser. Something rugged and capable of off-roading. We'll see what they have.”

The remained of the short commute was quiet as they were dropped off in front of the car rental agency. The girls and guy hopped out of the cab, and Clayland payed him plus tip.

“You're sending the cab off?” Laine asked.

“With any luck, we'll be driving ourselves back to the hotel.” Adjusting his collar, Clayland walked into the lot, followed by the two girls. Almost immediately, a short man with a waxed mustache walked out from the main office and rose his hands towards the group.

“Ah! Customers! Hola!”

“Let him think we're tourists, and don't speak any Spanish.” Clayland murmured out of the corner of his mouth. “Erm, hola to you too pal!” Laine wrinkled her nose at her handler. Being a British ex-patriot from America, Clayland's accent was fairly mild. Now, however, he quickly applied a stereotypical Southern drawl. Claes sighed absentmindedly.

“American's no?” The salesman held out his hand which Clayland shook vigorously.

“Now how could ya tell?” Watching her partner use the most fake smile he had ever tried, Laine had to stifle a laugh.

“Hey, I can see a smart buyer when I see one, no?” Likewise, the salesman was hamming it up as well. “What can Esteban do for you today?”

“Well, me and a couple of buddies are looking for a good off-roader, you know? Try us out some of them Mexican Bajas.” Clayland perused the lot with his eyes. “Something rugged, reliable, and more stable than a six legged horse.” Almost immediately Esteban started to lead the pair towards a set of SUVs.

“Well you've come to the right place, my friends.” He stopped in front of a Ford Bronco. “How about this one? She's only got 55,000 miles and I can give you a great price.” Clayland looked at Laine who pinched her nose in dissatisfaction. “Guess not eh? Your pretty friend there probably wants something a bit more exciting.”

After walking through the lot and asking various questions, the salesman stopped and looked at the three customers. So far they had passed over most of his inventory, and Esteban was determined to get a sale. Of course secretly Clayland had found quite a few vehicles that would meet their requirements, but he wanted to make the salesman sweat a little.

“Looks like we stopped at the wrong place.” Claes commented off the cuff. Clayland and Laine nodded at her. They were about to walk away when the salesman shouted out in surprise.

“Un minuto mi amigos!” Unconsciously switching to Spanish, the man chased after them. “Perhaps I can give you my special 'American friends' price, eh?”

Clayland looked at the two girls with a knowing glance. Clearing his throat, Clayland resumed his nonchalant posture.

“Well, I would sure as shootin' hate to leave empty handed...” Those were the magic words, and immediately they ushered towards the far side of the lot.

“Excellent! Come with me.”

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Post by Alfisti on Tue 18 Oct 2011 - 8:00

Just got in from whoop-whoop (read: no [reliable] internet) and have an early flight out so have only managed to read the first installment: loved the roleplay... I thought Kara seemed a little overly calm for being in the jungle Razz

Looking forward to reading the rest of it when I get a moment.

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Post by Kiskaloo on Tue 18 Oct 2011 - 8:27

Alfisti wrote:Just got in from whoop-whoop (read: no [reliable] internet) and have an early flight out so have only managed to read the first installment: loved the roleplay... I thought Kara seemed a little overly calm for being in the jungle Razz

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Post by Professor Voodoo on Wed 19 Oct 2011 - 4:30

Really liking it. The jungle role play did seem a bit playful (i.e. juvenile) for Claes and the two older girls but it was a clever way to kick things off. This is really the first story I've read with Laine as a major character so I'm just getting to know her personality.

I can see the distinct touch of Kiskaloo where the air-travel portion is concerned. Would Clayland normally stay in such extravagant hotels or is he just following Michele's lead here?

Finally, very authentic treatment of the eastern "tourist coast" of Mexico. I'm curious to see how you plan to move the action into the troubled areas, which are hundreds of miles away from Cancun. Either way I look forward to more.

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Post by rusty-spring on Wed 19 Oct 2011 - 20:47

Happy you are enjoying the story guys. Smile

Professor Voodoo wrote:I can see the distinct touch of Kiskaloo where the air-travel portion is concerned. Would Clayland normally stay in such extravagant hotels or is he just following Michele's lead here?
When it comes to detailing travel plans, Kisk is my advisor. Very Happy As for the posh living style, Clayland is just following Michele's lead. He's no where near as financially blessed. Razz

More story following the break. It's fluff again, but in the early going when I didn't have a concrete story plan it was easier to write and kept me working. It gets action-y soon after however, so hang in there. Razz

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It was nearly 2 PM when Clayland, Claes, and Laine drove back to the hotel in their newly purchased vehicle. With no other plansfor the afternoon, Claes went back to Michele's room while Laine and Clayland returned to theirs.

“What's the plan today?” With a plop, Laine lounged onto the small love seat in her room while Clayland was busy looking through a few of the cases they had brought up earlier.Though they were using Cancun as homebase and a chance to acclimatize themselves to the country, no doubt the two fratelli would have to begintheir operation one way or another.

“Well, Michele and I were going to double-check our inventory and make sure nothing is missing.” The blonde scrunched her nose. It was hardly an exciting way to start the afternoon. “I suppose for the rest of the day you girls can do as you please for the next couple hours.” Laine was just about cheer when her partner continued. “As long as it doesn't 1) get you arrested, 2) cost too much money, or 3) bring too much attention to yourselves.” With those restrictions placed, Laine thought about her options.

“Perhapswe'll just look around the area. Get familiar, you know?” Clayland merely nodded as he began to look through their radio equipment. Michele soon walked in with Kara and Claes close behind.

“Alreadystarted?” He grinned, amused at his contemporary's ambition. “Couldn't we have at least moved the gear from your bedroom? Clayland shrugged and started to push the cart out of the room.

“Have fun girls.” Michele said without turning around as he followed Clayland outof the bedroom. He then paused and checked his watch. “Oh, be back by 5o'clock. We're going to catch a quick dinner at the restaurant.”

“See ya!” The girls responded cheerfully. Then looked at each other.

“Sowhat will we do for the next couple hours?” Kara grinned as she walkedover to the glass doors that led to the balcony. The city and the gulfcoast was beyond, inviting for a visit. Laine hopped back up and pumped her fist.

“Get your walking shoes. We're going on a tour.” With a grin, she slipped on her sneakers and put her hands behind Kara and Claes and led them towards their own room.

“Let me guess, you'll be the tour guide?” Claes replied flatly.

“I figured we'd just follow our feet.”

“Sounds good to me, I'd love to get some ice cream down by the beach.” Kara looked at Claes. “Would that be acceptable Ms. Johanson?” Thinking Claes nodded.

“I wouldn't object to ice cream.” As the three walked out towards the door, they spied their handlers busily unpacking a crate of smaller boxes, probably ammunition.

“Don't make a mess boys.” Kara called out teasingly as they exited into the hallway. Michele looked up at Clayland, who did likewise.

“Better take advantage of the peace and quiet while we can.” Clayland chuckled, agreeing with him.

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“Vanilla? That's so...boring!”

“What'swrong with vanilla? It's a classic flavor that I happen to greatly enjoy.” Claes defended her choice as the three girls walked down the boardwalk that surrounded the beach. The temperature was warm, so they were eating quickly.

“You even got it in a cup.” Kara chimed in with a tease of her own.

“At least you chose a sensible combination. Compared to our companion here.” With a hand, Claes indicated Laine who was eating a rainbow colored amalgam.

“This is no different than Kara's Neapolitan.” Laine replied indignantly.

“Kiwi, Lemon, Papaya, Citrus, and Strawberry sorbet is a perfectly acceptable combination.” Both Kara and Claes made a face at her description.

“It looks like a box of crayons vomited into your cone.” As the girls finished their treat, they walked down past the beach and into the city. It was busy during the late afternoon as everyone was out enjoying the good weather. They passed by a few stores that Kara insisted on window shopping.

“I wish we had time to do some shopping. Nothing helps you blend in better than keeping up with the current trends.” As she glanced through the windows, she noticed Laine had continued on and was looking at the building in front of her. “What'd you find?”

“They have bowling!” Laine looked up, pointing at a kiosk for the Kukulcan Plaza. “How about it?” Claes checked her watch.

“We have another hour at least...but I don't know a thing about bowling.” She confessed. Kara and Laine looked at each other conspiratorially.

“Don't worry, we'll go easy on you. Right?” Kara winked at Laine who was hiding a smirk. Taking Claes by the hands, they entered the complex and followed the maps that led them to the bowling alley.

Forty-five minutes later, the girls left the Plaza and headed back to the hotel. Kara's expression was muted and Laine's was borderline amused.

“Don't know a thing about bowling my arse.” She muttered as she looked at Claes, who was bearing a small grin of victory. “I hardly call a 247 'not knowing a thing.'” Claes had handily beat her two older companions at the bowling alley. Kara by 100, and Laine by much more. “I can't believe I got the lowest score.”

“Well it isn't hard to beat someone chucking a 20 pound bowling ball like it was a softball pitch.” Kara chimed in, also taking advantage of Laine's bowling ineptitude. Kara felt Laine playfully poke her in the shoulder.

“Just wait until we hit the tennis courts, sister.” Laine threatened as the girls headed back towards the Ritz-Carlton.

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Post by rusty-spring on Wed 19 Oct 2011 - 21:02

“Almost 10:30...” Laine checked her watch and looked over towards her companion. Kara checked her own watch and nodded.

“They're a little late today.” After two days of reconnaissance Michele and Clayland had scouted a group of street dealers that were loosely affiliated with the Oaxaca Cartel. They were mere bottom feeders in the scheme of things, but every operation had to start from the bottom up. “I hope we won't have to wait much longer.”

Awaiting nonchalantly at the intersection of Chumayel and Chichen-itza, the two girls watched as a pastel blue sedan arrived 10 minutes later than usual.

“They're here.” Laine spoke into the cuff of her leather jacket which concealed a small microphone. Through hidden earpieces, Claes' voice transmitted to the two older girls.

“Just as we planned then. Confirm the product, then get to the secondary watch point.” Claes cut the transmission, and inside of their home base back at Ritz-Carlton sat at the radio table along with Michele and Clayland who were busy recording every detail of their operation.

The driver of the blue sedan, along with his passenger, stepped out of the car and leaned against the hood. Their posture and scanning eyes indicated that they were now open for business. Not wanting to appear too eager or too desperate, the girls waited nearly twenty minutes before approaching the car.

“Oye. Dos niñas.” The taller of the two men watched as Kara and Laine approached the car. His partner stood up and threw down a spent cigarette. The smaller of the two men, apparently the leader of the duo, stepped up to them and crossed his arms.

“Que desea?”

“Partidos favoreces. Que piensa?” Laine replied, Kara cringed inwardly at her partner's choice of words.

Nobody talks like that...
Kara thought.

The dealer looked at the two girls as if deciding something. Finally he nodded towards the other man who reached into the back seat of the car and held out a small plastic pouch.

“200 dollars.” The man stated. Kara reached into one of her pockets and handed the man the designated bills. He counted them. Satisfied with the money, he tilted his head away from them.

“Vayanse.” The dealer waved a dismissive hand at the two girls then went back to leaning on the car. Laine and Kara did so and at the nearest corner, quickly examined their gains. Kara peeled back the taped baggie and poured some of the contents into Laine's outstretched hand. Laine poked her finger into the powder and lifted it towards her lips. She quickly spit.

“Coke or Heroine?” Kara asked.

“Beats me.” Laine shrugged. Her partner rolled her eyes.

“Then why did you taste it?” Again, the blonde shrugged.

“I dunno, it's something I've seen in movies.” Meanwhile, Claes back at the hotel had been listening to the entire exchange.

“Just bring it back with you when you're finished. We have a chemical kit to test it later.” Kara and Laine gave each other an amused grin, then affirmed Claes' instructions.

“So, now we wait.” Idly, Laine checked her watch. “Which, if our preliminary intel is to be believed, is going to involve at least another two hours.”

“It could be worse.” Kara suggested. “We could be sitting in the hotel room next to a radio for those said two hours.” Laine snickered as they both heard Claes give an indignant snort.

“I heard that.”

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As if on cue, the dealers closed up shop at 1:00 AM. They hopped into their car and quickly took off down the road. However, unknown to the dealers, Kara had surreptitiously placed a small GPS transmitter under the bumper of their car which Laine was now monitoring on her smartphone. It took them a mere half-an-hour to reach where the dealer's had parked.

“You know, for a leading criminal organization, these guys really don't put forth much effort.” Laine looked at the house a few doors down. Aside from the same baby blue car in plain view, the dealers were sitting on the porch of a rather rundown house, smoking what was obviously a weed pipe.

“Yeah, but we're in Mexico. Not exactly known for top-shelf law enforcement.” Kara likewise didn't have to look at her partner's phone to recognize the men they had met before. “Plus, these guys are just street peddlers.”

“So should we get down to business?” Laine asked. Kara thought for a second, then nodded. Immediately they heard a baritone voice through their earpieces.

“Wait a minute.” It was Michele. “Before you go charging in, Clayland and I have been discussing options.”

“Such as?” Kara asked, as soon as her handler finished. This time Clayland spoke up.

“It occurred to us that you and Laine have drastically different *clears throat* 'methods,' particularly in close combat. We figure this is a good chance to buy us even more operating time before we have to commit to any major decisions.” It didn't take long for the girls to figure out what their handlers were hinting at.

“You're telling us to take turns?” Laine asked dubiously.

“Bingo.” Michele replied. “Kara, you take this first one.” Unseen to Claes and the men back at the hotel, Laine raised her arms in disappointment. “Laine will take the raid another night.”

Orders received, the girls had no other choice but to go with their handler's plans.

“Never the bride.” Laine jibed in good nature. Kara however, seemed more subdued.

“Let's drop the jokes for a moment.” She chided her partner. “We're going in blind. Who knows how many people are inside the house, or what kind of fight they'll put up.” Seeing that Kara had buckled down her professionalism, Laine acquiesced.

“I know, I know. Time for work.” Laine set down the duffle that she had been carrying the entire night. “I wouldn't overthink things too much. We know how many targets there are at minimum. Plus, Michele wouldn't send us, or you in this case, into a fight he thought we couldn't handle.” She had laid out the various weapons they had brought along. There was both the girls' pistols, Kara's compact XM8, and her katana which had also been carefully wrapped in a black cloth. “So, what's your flavor?”

“Katana. Not in the mood for creating a racket tonight.” Laine handed Kara the Japanese sword which she quickly clasped around her waist. Laine packed everything else back into the bag except for a spare magazine for her Walther P99, which she had tucked into her jeans at the small of her back. Kara gave her partner a warning glance.

"Just in case." Laine reassured her.

The girls checked the house again and saw that the porch was now empty and a few lights inside the house were now on. They approached quickly, taking care not to attract any attention from passing by motorists.

“So I'll get the fuse box, and you'll sneak in the side door?” Laine rebounded Kara's instructions.

“Exactly.” Quickly, Kara lined up next to the small screen door away from the street, while Laine stood next to a dusty metal case a few meters away. When Kara gave the signal, Laine reached into the mass of aging cables and ripped out a handful of wires. Sparks flew and immediately the interior lighting dimmed to darkness.

“Que esto?” Was the first thing Kara heard sneaking into the house without a sound. While the sight of the men inside the house was immediately plunged to black, Kara's augmented vision had no trouble picking out targets in the darkness. “Consiga la linterna!” One man ordered another.

One...four....seven.

Kara quickly did a mental count of all the men she could see inside the small one story house. The ordered man stood up from his chair uneasily and slowly ambled his way, arms outstretched, towards Kara. He was clearly under the influence as he stumbled sideways. As the man neared closer and closer, Kara smoothly sidestepped and let the man pass by before her sword flashed out and quickly returned. A quiet gurgling noise escaped from the man's slashed throat before he fell to the ground with a soft thud.

“Juaro? Rapidamente!” Kara quickly stalked closer to the next target. “Juaro?!” The man asked again angrily. “Aye dios!” He stood up and for his troubles quickly received the same fate as his compadre. By now the other men inside the room could sense a foreign presence inside the room. Two of them pulled out their guns nervously.

“Shh!” One man silenced another as Kara stalked closer to the remaining targets. Their eyes, now becoming adjusted to the dark, began to scan the room. The faint glow from a street light slowly crept through the windows, which Kara was careful to avoid. She kept moving until she reached a particularly dark part of the room. With a quick leap over a sofa, the polished steel of the katana flashed through the air and brought down one man. She then spun in a wide arc, decapitating another. Using instincts, one of the men fired his pistol towards the unseen assailant randomly. Kara deftly slipped to the side and avoided the area the man was firing at. She ducked low, slashing at the gunman's belly, then rose, nearly slicing another man in two from the thigh up.

“Nononono...” The remaining man huddled behind a small table as he listened to the pained death cries of his former accomplices. The whole affair had lasted mere seconds as Kara approached the remaining target, and quickly flipped her sword to her side. The man was dead before he hit the ground.

Outside, Laine heard the shots and once they subsided, entered the house. She scanned a small flashlight she held in grip with her pistol. Not a single piece of furniture or styrofoam cup seemed out of place. She came across Kara who was casually wiping blood off of her katana on a nearby drape.

“Wow...awesome.” Was the only thing she could say as Kara gave her a small grin. It was the first time Laine had seen Kara's handiwork up close.

“What's your status?” Michele asked over the radio, breaking the silence he had enforced during the raid.

“Seven men down, no problems.” Kara reported with ease. Back at the hotel room, Clayland made a note of the operation and responded over the radio when he was finished.

“Good work girls. Head back to the hotel. It's been a long night.” With that, Laine and Kara pulled out their radio ear pieces and relaxed for the first time in hours.

“So what? Cab?” Laine asked Kara who had packed her katana into their equipment bag.

“Why not walk? It's a nice night.” The dark haired girl replied. With a chuckle, Laine nodded.

“Agreed, I don't think we'd want a cab at 1:30 AM in Mexico.”

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Post by Kiskaloo on Wed 19 Oct 2011 - 21:34

The vast majority of this is new to me and I'm absolutely loving it.

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Post by rusty-spring on Thu 27 Oct 2011 - 20:23

The next morning at breakfast, four SWA members sat in the hotel's restaurant perusing the menus. Michele and Kara were discussing breakfast options while Claes sipped on a cup of tea. Next to Claes sat Clayland, who was looking through a stack of papers related to the day's operations. Nothing appeared out of place except for the empty seat next to him.

“Where's our fifth?” Michele asked, placing his menu onto the table. Clayland idly took a drink from his coffee.

“Showering.” Laine's handler set his cup down. “She decided to hit the tennis courts before breakfast.” Michele nodded at this, then went back to selecting something to eat. A few minutes later, a waitress arrived to take their order along with Laine who had just entered the restaurant.

“Good timing, we're just about to order.” Kara said, passing a menu towards her friend. Laine waived her hand at it.

“I already know what I'd like.” The waitress waited until all five were seated before writing down the orders on a slip. Kara and Michele both opted for a crab benedict while splitting an order of Belgian waffles. Claes ordered cheese blintzes and another refill on her tea. Clayland requested a rather bland sounding oatmeal with blueberries and finally it was Laine's turn.

“I'll have a fruit cocktail with extra kiwi and no grapes, a glass of guava juice, one hard boiled egg no yoke, and two pieces of wheat toast dry with boisenberry preserves.” The waitress furiously wrote down the specifics, then left towards the kitchen. Michele looked at the blonde cyborg with an amused expression, while Kara and Claes looked on dubiously.

“Take breakfast seriously, do you?” Kara finally concluded.

“She's always been particularly picky about breakfast. I have no idea why.” Clayland explained. Scoffing, Laine brushed off their comments.

“It's only the most important meal of the day. Plus, I'm not going to waste a five-star hotel by not milking it for all it's worth.”

After a relaxing meal the group sat at their table and spoke casually, if not quietly, about the day's plan.

“No point in wasting a day. We'll scout another Oaxaca street dealer and clean house.” Michele stated. Kara, who was sitting next to him raised her hand.

“Here in Cancun?” Her handler nodded.

“We think we can get at least one more safe house eliminated in the city before we have to start worring about any repercussions in the area.” Spoke Clayland, who was sitting across the table.

“After this, I figure we'll wait a day or so to see how the Cartels respond to our operations.” As Michele concluded the day's outline, the waitress appeared with their bill. They paid, leaving a handsome tip, then headed back up to their suites where they could prepare.

*~*~*~*

Back in their rooms, Clayland and Michele went to their laptops and began researching the next area of operation. At the equipment stache, Kara and Laine busied themselves packing a bag while Claes double checked the radio equipment.

The group had packed a small armory into their special cases and the girls had a large selection to choose from. Kara had already used her katana to great effect a couple of nights before, but had also packed a pre-production XM8 along with a complete conversion kit for all of the rifle's variants. Another case held both hers and Michele's pistols with extra magazines.

Laine pulled her case open and double checked her own inventory. Inside lay a Colt M4A1 CQB-length assault rifle with tan furniture. Also laying in the foam padded container was a .50 Beowulf upper reciever. Laine casually inspected one of the .50 caliber rounds which dwarfed the 5.56mm rounds next to them.

“I see you're prepared in case any of the dealers have a pet gunship in their house.” Kara stated half-amused and half-sarcastic.

“Just you wait until we need to bust an engine block. Then you'll thank me for thinking ahead.” Laine stuck her tongue out.

“Those are expensive, so don't waste them.” Clayland spoke over his shoulder as he and Michele discussed the night's plans.

After deliberation the girls decided to keep the assault weapons at home, much to Laine's protests, and go with minimal equipment. Packing finished, the girls double-checked their radios and with a quick nod to their handlers left the hotel room.

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“As we planned. Laine, this one is yours.” Michele clarified. It was 12:30 in the afternoon and already the neighborhood they were occupying was full of city raucus. Sirens, jet planes, and the sounds of heavy construction were constant as the girls stood readying themselves. Unlike the previous raid, there was no need to mask their presence by keeping silent. This of course suited Laine perfectly.

“About time too.” The blonde grinned ruefully. She put down the duffle bag she had been lugging around and unzipped the top. She reached inside and grabbed her pistol, knife, and a pair of grenades.

“You think you're really going to need those?” Kara asked. She knew her friend was partial to loud noises, high caliber weapons, and a general disregard for finesse, but grenades seemed a little extreme. It was only a small townhouse afterall.

“They're just stun grenades. Maybe burst an eardrum or two, but other than that it's just a loud bang and a bright flash.” Still skeptical despite Laine's reassurance, Kara let her finish gearing up then stood beneath the overhanging balcony platform.

As decided before, Kara would boost Laine up to the second floor near a pair of curtained deck doors. After that, Laine would begin taking out any targets inside while Kara waited below in case anyone decided to flee downstairs from the secondary exit. Kara craddled her hands as Laine lifted a foot into her partner's grip. With a quick motion, Kara lifted her arms as Laine pushed off. Reaching with her left hand, Laine easily gripped the edge of the balcony above with a short leap.

“You're getting heavy.” Kara mocked.

“Har har.” Laine had time to retort as she swung herself up over the balcony. Feet now solidly beneath her, Laine looked over the wall and down at Kara.

“Ready?” She mouthed silently. Kara simply nodded and took her position.

Laine crept close to the sliding doors of the apartment, keeping her ears tuned to the sounds of any activity. There was a radio playing a local station somewhere on the inside. A few seconds later she could hear someone shuffling about a couple feet from the door. She waited a few moments until the footsteps faded away. Laine pulled the pin of one of her flashbangs, cracked open the sliding glass door and tossed the grenade inside.

From her cover position, the result was little more than a loud bang, but to the occupants inside it was an entirely different story. The glass on the sliding door was thin and had cracked from the pressure wave which Laine had no trouble forcing her way through. To her left she immediately saw one man struggling to stand up, leaning against a kitchen counter. With no time to react, the man barely caught the glimpse of a young woman reaching towards him.

“Sorry about that.” Laine said sarcastically as she grabbed the back of the man's head by his hair and slammed him face first into the counter, the force of the blow fracturing both the tile and the man's skull.

By this time, a second man in the kitchen had noticed the attacker and raised his arms up in a defensive position. Laine quickly approached, grabbed both of the man's wrists, twisted and dislocated them, then headbutted him squarely in the nose. Blood gushed from the man's face and Laine pulled out her P99 and fired three quick rounds into his chest.

A moment later, Laine felt a heavy object slam into her right shoulder. Turning around she saw a third man who had been swinging a bar stool futilely at her. She intercepted the next clumsy swing and yanked the bar stool out of the man's hands. He fell backwards from the scuffle and onto the floor to his back. Without pausing, Laine snapped one of the bar stool's legs off into an improvised stake and impaled it through the man's gut.

*BLAM BANG*

A quick pair of gunshots fired out from across the room and Laine noticed two drug dealers who had managed to avoid being stunned by the grenade. Laine leveled her gun at the duo who immediately took cover behind a door. She continued to fire her pistol, but it was obvious that the heavy wood construction was thwarting the 9mm hollow points.

“I knew I should have brought the rifle.” Laine muttered as she reloaded her gun. She grasped her remaining grenade and cautiously made her way towards the bullet cratered door. A few steps away, she stood to the side and attempted to turn the handle.

Locked.

She examined the wall next to her and surmised that despite the impressively sturdy door, the walls were made from cheap drywall. Laine fired her handgun repeatedly into the wall, both to scatter the occupants and to also create a weak spot in the plaster. Once satisfied she simply punched her hand through the wall, along with her last flashbang, and simply dropped the grenade into the room. The flashbang went off a few seconds later to the sounds of distraught cries from the occupants.

With a swift kick Laine managed to break the locking mechanism and the door swung inwards. She fired her pistol at the first man she saw, killing him with two shots. Her gun now dry, she dropped it to the floor. The last enemy was still struggling to find his equillibrium when Laine grabbed him by the collar and promptly tossed him through the nearby window onto the concrete below. She looked outside and saw the man lying in a ragdoll heap, his neck bent in a most unnatural way.

To Kara, it sounded like a full warzone inside. Gunshots, yelling, and the loud bangs from Laine's grenades. The last she heard was a startled wail from a man who was flying through the air a few meters away and landing head first onto the street. Then there was silence. Kara quickly entered the building and approached the second floor apartment door. Just as she prepared to force her way in, the door opened and Laine stepped out.

“I think I might be temporarily deaf in my right ear.” Laine spoke louder than necessary. “You might have been right about the grenades.”

“Well that was certainly an experience.” Michele noted over the radio, breaking radio silence. Back in the hotel he turned towards Clayland. “Does she always monologue to herself and is it always that noisy?” Laine's handler nodded.

“Yes, more often than not.”

Outside of the apartment, Laine tucked her pistol away once more, then brushed a bit of dust and drywall flakes from her arms.

“Do I even want to look inside?” Kara asked, already assuming the interior looked as bad as it sounded.

“Probably not.” Laine and Claes said in unison, the latter who had been monitoring the radio.

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Post by Professor Voodoo on Sat 29 Oct 2011 - 8:07

Must remember never to go bowling with a cyborg (my typical bowling score resembles a decent score for 18 holes of golf and my golf score usually resembles a good 10 frames of bowling). The bit about Laine tasting the dope was classic.

Elio: If it's cocaine it'll have a sharp, acerbic flavour and make your tongue numb. If it's heroin it...wait, why am I telling you girls this?!?

And Kara using her katana on a mission? I thought this was something Michele had expressly forbidden. The contrast between the cyborgs' attack styles was amusing, although I suspect as the story progresses and the challenges become greater they won't have the luxury of taking turns.

Great stuff so far...just the right balance of action and humorous off-duty antics. Looking forward to more...

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Post by rusty-spring on Sat 17 Dec 2011 - 15:31

New chapter time. Wink

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“You’re interrupting football.” Andres Eliseo muttered as one of his runners stood hovering over his left shoulder. As a senior trafficker in the Quintana Roo region, Andres’ job was to maintain the steady and smooth exchange of money and product from the streets to his own direct superior. In addition to the perks allowedof immediate authority, the downside was the constant ferrying of messages. “Can you not see I am extremely busy right now?”

“But boss, we have a problem.” The stocky, sweat covered man insisted. Andres casually turned his head.

“If it’s about the men giving coke to hookers for blowjobs, I don’t want to hear it. You already know what to do about assholes who steal.” Fucking idiots. Andres thought. Good help was hard to find. Honesty and responsibility was a rare commodity amongst street thugs, most of whom were addicts themselves.

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then unless it’s about Salma Hayek wanting to fuck me silly, I think it can wait another hour until this game is over.” With finality, Andres took a sip of his lukewarm beer. Dammit, I’m funny. He smirked, genuinely believing his opinion.

“Two of our safe houses have been hit.” The messenger jumped back as Andres spit out his mouthful of beer.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He stared with intense scrutiny at the man beside his chair.

“This afternoon when we sent the van to collect cash, two houses were a massacre.” The runner fidgeted visibly.

“Bullshit. You have better not be fucking with me or you’re a dead man.” Andres stood up and threw his bottle at the ground, then pulled a large caliber revolver from his waistband.

“No, boss.”

“How much money is stolen? Is all the product gone?” Andres questioned with a demanding tone.

“They didn’t take anything, only killed our men.” Suddenly, the furious Andres paused.

“You mean to say they didn’t steal a damn thing?”

“No.” Andres sat back down. This was an amazing, if not suspicious, stroke of luck. Without any missing money or drugs, he could simply write off the dealers as dumbasses who had to be ridden of. Andres lowered his gun, and twisted open another bottle of beer.

“Should I send a message to Mr. Silvanito?” The runner asked.

“No.” Andres thought for a moment. “No point in telling the boss what’s happened for easily replaced men.” He turned the volume back up on the TV. “Switch to two of our backup locations, and find new dealers. I don’t want a single fucking hiccup in profit.”

“Yes, boss.”

*~*~*~*

Clayland had just finished shaving when a groggy mass of blonde hair stumbled into the suite’s bathroom.

“And here I thought you were an early bird.” He teased. As if on autopilot, Laine walked to the second sink and grabbed a toothbrush.

“I think the jetlag finally hit me.” She managed to croak.

“I thought you were immune to that sort of thing.” Laine’s response was the sound of her electric toothbrush spinning away.

Clayland walked out of the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and sat at the desk where his laptop was sitting. He waited a moment for the computer to boot up, then glanced at his watch. It was almost 6:30. Michele had left a text on his phone that he was going to head down the restaurant for breakfast early. Thinking, Clayland mused that Claes was awake, if not close. Kara was a tossup. Since he hadn’t spent as much time with Michele’s charge as Laine had over the months, he wasn’t sure of her sleeping habits. Since his own cyborg was currently a member of the walking dead, he decided that this morning would be a quiet one.

Clayland checked his e-mail. The usual spam and mailing list discounts filled his screen. One message however, stood out. He grasped his cell phone and dialed a number.

*~*~*~*

Laine finished slipping on a pair of slim Puma sneakers and laced up her shoes. According to the weather channel it was going to be a rather chilly day, so she had dressed appropriately in a pair of jeans, half-zip sweater, and pulled a leather jacket from the closet. She set her coat down and walked out of the bedroom. She had heard Clayland yell something to her while she was in the shower, but she was barely awake enough to understand a thing he said.

Upon inspection, she saw that she was alone in the suite. However, there was a small post-it note stuck to the living room table.

“Running an errand until after noon. Be good.
PS – I mean it.”

Laine smirked headed back to the bedroom. She was about to grab her jacket when she heard a rustling noise from the living area.

“Hello?” She called out. No answer. Instinctively, Laine reached for the G18 tucked beneath her shirt. She stepped out and scanned the room right, then left.

“Our coffee machine is out of order.” Laine nearly jumped out of her skin as Claes’ voice echoed in the silence. Laine whirled around and saw Claes in the corner of the room filling a small cup with hot water. “You’re wound awfully tight today.” Claes noted.

“I had a bad night of sleep.” The blonde responded, putting her gun away. The younger girl merely nodded in acknowledgement. “Where’s Kara?”

“Still getting ready. Michele left early today and let Kara sleep in. As bad an idea if I’ve ever heard. She’s like a cat and could nap for hours if allowed.”

“Clayland left early too. I wonder if they went together.” Again Claes shrugged at Laine. “I guess it’s another girl’s day out for now.”

As Laine flopped down on the couch frivolously, Claes secretly wished that Michele had taken her with him.

*~*~*~*

“Yes, I’ve just arrived at the safehouse with our extra equipment.” Michele explained over the phone to Clayland, who was sitting in a small outdoor café.

“Ah, I was wondering where you went.” Clayland spoke while glancing at a local newspaper.

“ Just a simple housekeeping errand. I’m going to double check the wireless connection out here and finish packing away some supplies. I should be back by this evening. Keep an eye on the girls will you?” Clayland could hear the sound of a box cutter slicing through packaged boxes on the other end.

“I’m actually out on an errand too. I guess the girls have gotten a day off.”

“We should be so lucky.” Michele joked. Clayland chuckled in response and their call ended.

Settling back into his chair, Clayland checked his watch. His appointment was five minutes late. It wasn’t a serious amount of time, but he himself was notoriously punctual. He had to remember that things were more relaxed down here than back at home.

“I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long.” A woman stood across from Clayland and set a small bag down on the table.

“You’ve always been the fashionably late type.” Clayland stood and shook the woman’s hand. “Kat, it’s good to see you.” The woman smiled and responded in kind. Katrina Segura was a member of the Agencia Federal de Investigación, the Mexican counterpart to the United States FBI.

“It’s been a while, no?” Kat sat down across from Clayland and waived a waiter over. She ordered a glass of sparkling water as she caught up with her old friend.

“It has. What, maybe two years ago back when I was with Immigrations and Customs during a joint Sinaloa Cartel operation.”

“Almost. You were still nearly a rookie back then.” Kat gave a smirking white grin.

“As were you, if I remember.” Clayland shot back. The woman raised her hands in defeat.

“Ok, ok.” Kat grinned again. “So I hear you’re working overseas now.”

“Yes, I was headhunted so to speak by a foreign intelligence agency.” Clayland confirmed the details he had given her. Kat raised an eyebrow in a show of curiosity and respect.

“Well look at you Mr. International Spy.” She laughed, indicating that her mockery was in good humor.

“I hear you’re doing good things in the AFI, as well.” Clayland took his turn in complementing his friend.

“Senior Field Agent nowadays. They keep me busy.” Kat gave him a knowing wink. “So, Mr. Bond, what may I ask is the reason for our meeting today?” Clayland rolled his eyes. Kat always did love giving him pet nicknames. He started to regret giving her what little information he had already divulged.

“I’ll assume you were able to get some of the information I requested?” Kat nodded and pulled an envelope out of her bag.

“You asked for some awfully specific reports, Clayland. I’ve only received a few portfolios on the Oaxaca Cartel since I’ve started. They’re fairly small time.” She handed over the papers which Clayland set before him protectively.

“Yes, but they’re also a subsidiary of the Los Zetas Cartel, which your taskforce is assigned to.” Clayland announced.

“True, but I still don’t see why you came to me for this information. Surely the local policia could have given you just as much information as I have.” Kat furrowed her brow. She knew Clayland always had round about ways of discussing topics and it was sometimes difficult to see his angle.

“Maybe, but you monitor Los Zetas, which is the most powerful criminal organization in Mexico. You have access to far more resources than any police department or outside intelligence agency could hope for.” Clayland smiled a little, and Kat narrowed her eyes as realization hit her.

“So if I understand correctly, this little meeting will not the last?” She leaned back and sighed.

“I was hoping not.”

“Clayland, you’re a good friend and I do owe you, but…” Katrina began, then paused. “Dammit, you are such a manipulator.” Victory achieved, Clayland relaxed and sipped his coffee once more. He could tell that Kat was peeved, but also knew she wasn’t the type to refuse a favor to a friend. Plus, as she mentioned, she owed him one.

“So you’re in?”

“Yes, you slimy limey I’m in.” Clayland laughed out loud when she resorted to her childish insult for him. “Waiter!” Kat waved over the nearest server. She glared at him. “If you’re going to be bringing me into whatever assignment you’re planning I’m going to damn well make it worth it.” The waiter stepped next to the table as Kat looked directly into Clayland’s eyes. “I’ll have the most expensive thing on the menu.”


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Post by rusty-spring on Tue 20 Dec 2011 - 20:53

It's nearly the holidays, and that means time to relax with simulated war games. Razz It just reinforces my believe that there is more money to be made using cyborg technology to cheat at competitive events than as assassins.


*~*~*~*

“I’m not sure about this…”

“I have to agree with her for once.”

“You guys have no sense of adventure!” Kara raised her hands up into the air. She then pointed a manicured finger at Laine. “I wouldn’t have thought that you of all people would be against such an opportunity.” Claes, she could believe thinking her plan was silly, but Laine?

“It’s not that I wouldn’t, but I already told you I had a bad night’s sleep. I’m not at my top form today.” Kara clucked her tongue. Claes meanwhile was standing next to the British cyborg in a rare show of solidarity. Behind Kara, was a giant billboard displaying an advertisement for a massive paintball tournament being held later that afternoon.

“Winners get a $5000 dollar shopping spree in the tourist strip!” Claes continued to look unimpressed. Laine had her sunglasses firmly against her face and nursed a cup of overpriced coffee. “Even if we were running at only 30% we could still take everyone else in there and you know it. We’ll even split it 50-50.”

“There’s three of us.” Laine added dryly.

“40-60 then.” Kara negotiated. Claes looked to Laine who shook her head.

“We take 70%. Final offer.” Laine countered. Computing a shopping list in her mind, Kara rubbed her chin.

“Deal.” Extended a hand, Kara accepted Laine’s terms. The blonde looked to Claes who continued to seem uninterested.

“I still don’t want to play. It’s ridiculous.”

“You won’t have to do a thing, just wear the jersey, hold the gun, and run around a bit.” Kara added. The youngest, though in her eyes the most mature, member of the trio sighed.

“I’ve seen the look. She’s not giving up on this one.” Laine informed Claes.

“The Mexico sun must be frying your brains.” Claes postulated. Indeed, usually it was Laine dragging the two of them off to some wacky venture, with Kara acting as the mediator. “Are you sure she won’t let it go?” Claes looked to Laine, who nodded solemnly. “Fine, but I get to pick the team name.”

“Deal.”

*~*~*~*

“Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve been enjoying your Splat-o-geddon Paintball Tournament!” An enthusiastic announcer voiced though a bullhorn. The crowd of various men and women cheered loudly, many with beers in their hands. The tournament had been held on one of the beaches nearest to the resort district that had been closed off just for this event.

Even Claes had to marvel at the lengths the organizers had gone. The beach was landscaped into a literal battlefield. Trenches were dug in the sand while makeshift bunkers and plywood “Czech hedgehogs” dotted the area. The sand was strewn with multiple colors of paint and unbroken ammunition.

So far, the trio of girls had made it to the finals round, which was a three-way battle royal finish. As Kara had predicted, the three had no trouble making their way to the winners bracket. Many of the entrants were drunk partiers looking for a fun way to waste an afternoon, but some were real professional paintball teams – a discovery that baffled Claes.

“We’ve finally made it to the main event! The final!” The crowd drunkenly roared again. “Let’s introduce our teams!” The announcer pointed to the far side of the field, across from media booth. “Four fine men from Dallas, Texas…The Dukes!” Laine squinted her eyes and could see that these guys were pros. They were wearing matching BDUs, balaclavas, and even some radio equipment. “And on the ocean side, a strapping young crew from Miami, Florida…The Swamp Rats!” This team was a group of six men and women, who wore matching jean cutoffs, and an orange t-shirt that displayed “Git’er Done!” written across the chest.

“And finally, from our very own resort town of Cancun…The…” A paused hushed through the crowd as the announcer double checked the team name. “Uh...Team I Did It Against My Will.” A giant cheer and a wave of laughter echoed through the stands.

“You realize that your attempt at sarcasm ended up pretty bawdy, right?” Laine leaned close to Claes who's brow furrowed furiously each time the announcers had spoken their name. By Kara’s count it was now five.

“Rules are the same as before, except now there are three competing teams. The last team to have one or more members survive is the champion!”

“Concentrate on the winning all right?” Kara lifted her paintball marker into the air.

“And if we can’t, we cheat.” Laine smirked. Claes simply sighed again and pulled an over-sized protective mask over her head.

Within seconds, an air horn sounded and the battle began. Kara and Laine darted from their trench in opposite directions while Claes neatly folded the one piece uniform she had been supplied into a seat upon the sand. Then she sat as she waited for the time they could return to the hotel.

“Left! Left!” Kara shouted as she jumped over a plywood barrier. She popped up and fired a salvo of pellets towards the first moving target she saw. They slammed against a metal drum as her target took cover. Laine followed directions and scanned to the other side of the field where two of the Swamp Rats were trying to flank their position.

“Got it!” She yelled out and took off into a full sprint. The two Floridians tried to hit the sprinting girl to no avail. Unlike a bullet, the paint projectiles moved at only a fraction of the speed and Laine was able to anticipate their shots. She dove behind one of the wooden Czech hedgehogs and flipped it up and over, sending it rolling towards the shooters. The crowd gasped in amazement.

Meanwhile on the other end of the field, Kara had pinned down The Dukes behind a façade bunker. Her reflexes sending a buzzing paintball past their ears each time they so much as raised their heads. One of the braver men decided to go for a well aimed shot and was rewarded with paintball between the eyes.

By now, the wooden barrier had finished rolling between the two Swamp Rats as they had dove for cover. Just in time to see Laine pop up from a prone position and fired a pair of paint balls each into their bare legs. They howled in pain.

“Foul!” One of the downed men yelled out. Laine looked to the field judge who shrugged. It was their own fault for not wearing the supplied outfits.

“Next time wear some pants.” Laine scoffed as she ran off to find the rest of their team.

Kara shook the reservoir above her paintball gun. By her estimate she had about ¼ of her ammunition left. Contrary to their appearance, the Dukes had proven little more than armchair soldiers and had done little since the beginning horn. She raced towards the right entrance to the bunker and liberally plastered the doorway with paintballs. They splattered against the plywood in a staccato beat. Instinctively, they raised their guns towards her direction, unknowing that Kara had already leaped up and ran across the roof to the other entrance. She leaned over the edge and her hair fell down in a black cascade as her head appeared from the top of the roof.

“Hello.” She smiled sweetly and raised her gun up to her sight. At once, the three men whipped their heads around as the sound of meaty thwacks echoed throughout the bunker. By the time Kara had finished firing they were covered head to toe in blue paint. Kara got back up from her stomach and stood on the roof of the bunker, looking for where Laine had gone.

She cracked a smile as she saw Laine chasing after a particularly short member of the Swamp Rats, firing two guns at him in a John Woo fashion. She was no doubt wielding one of the enemy’s guns and was now chasing him around the perimeter.

“Ok, I’m bored now.” Laine called out and stopped chasing after the last remaining opponent. The man also stopped running and cautiously turned his head. Laine picked up a paintball from the sand at her feet and tossed it up into the air.

“You’re not going to shoot me?” The man asked cautiously.

“Don’t need to.” Laine replied casually and caught the paintball mid-air. With a quick windup she pitched the small sphere as hard as she could. The impact spewed paint over the man’s goggles and he fell backwards onto the ground.

“And we have our winners!” The announcer with the bullhorn spoke to the cheering crowd as he blew the final horn.

Far from the action, Claes stood up, neatly brushed a few grains of sand from her leggings and ready to return to the peace and quiet of their hotel suite.

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Post by Professor Voodoo on Mon 2 Jan 2012 - 3:14

Since he hadn’t spent as much time with Michele’s charge as Laine had over the months, he wasn’t sure of her sleeping habits. Since his own cyborg was currently a member of the walking dead, he decided that this morning would be a quiet one.
Two sentences starting with the same word here.
Running an errand until after noon. Be good.
PS – I mean it.”
Did he really have to write that note? I thought Section Two had them printed out by the thousands.
“Our coffee machine is out of order.” Laine nearly jumped out of her skin as Claes’ voice echoed in the silence. Laine whirled around and saw Claes in the corner of the room filling a small cup with hot water. “You’re wound awfully tight today.” Claes noted.
It takes a cyborg to sneak up on a cyborg I suppose.
“I’m actually out on an errand too. I guess the girls have gotten a day off.”
Should we be scared?
“Kat, it’s good to see you.” The woman smiled and responded in kind. Katrina Segura was a member of the Agencia Federal de Investigación, the Mexican counterpart to the United States FBI.
We're going to have to build a forum-wide chart of all these foreign contacts the SWA handlers have.
Behind Kara, was a giant billboard displaying an advertisement for a massive paintball tournament being held later that afternoon.

“Winners get a $5000 dollar shopping spree in the tourist strip!”
Kara, you're only supposed to use your powers for good, remember?


Your talent for combining the serious with this sort of zany foolishness is the highlight of your stories.
Even Claes had to marvel at the lengths the organizers had gone. The beach was landscaped into a literal battlefield. Trenches were dug in the sand while makeshift bunkers and plywood “Czech hedgehogs” dotted the area. The sand was strewn with multiple colors of paint and unbroken ammunition.
A savvy description of a good paintball field. Do you play yourself, rusty?
Far from the action, Claes stood up, neatly brushed a few grains of sand from her leggings and ready to return to the peace and quiet of their hotel suite.
I was actually expecting a trick ending...Kara & Laine eliminated while taking out their last target...Claes becomes the last player standing despite never firing a shot.

Looking forward to the next installment!

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Post by rusty-spring on Sun 9 Sep 2012 - 19:46

*Shambles from the dead* Update~ Razz



“We’re back~!” The door to room 768 flew open and Kara stepped inside. Her arms were filled with various bags and sacks adorned with designer labels. Claes was holding a conservative parcel wrapped in brown paper.

“Went shopping, did you?” Michele looked towards the girls with a curious gaze. Kara dropped her bags onto the floor with a satisfied grin. “Why are there bits of blue in your hair?” Claes set her package down carefully onto the nearest table.

“It’s a long story.” Claes answered with a sour tone. Kara coquettishly smiled and shrugged her shoulders as she began unpacking her haul. Across the hallway, Laine likewise burst into her own suite, but for a completely different reason.

“Bloody hell these are bulky.” She dropped two large, rugged plastic cases onto the carpeting. The sound caused Clayland to walk out of the adjoining room. He saw Laine sitting down on one of the cases and fanning her face with a hand.

“I’m not even going to ask.” Clayland said, and returned to his paperwork.



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“You sure this is the place?” Kara looked at the address written down on the slip of paper in her hand, then at the building before her.

“Clayland’s contact was positive.” Michele’s voice came through the small earbud Kara wore. Kara sighed at the sign that loomed over her head. Laine, who was standing beside her did the same and shrugged. Kara read the name out loud.

"Armando’s Big Meatery."

Meatery? Ignoring the disgusting business name, that's not even a word.” Laine commented.

Earlier that morning, Katrina had forwarded a series of surveillance logs that lead her agency to believe this was one of the four major cash distribution locations of the Oaxaca Cartel. They would use refrigerated vans with sealed containers to transport pallets of money.

“It smells.” Kara wrinkled her nose.

“That’s because it’s a ‘meatery.’” Laine repeated.

“Enough banter. Continue with the operation.” Clayland’s voice was next through their radios. The two girls looked at each other and resigned themselves.

Kara was first through the door and was greeted by a man wearing a butcher’s outfit and a hairnet.

“I’m sorry ladies, we are not open to the general public.” He was about to shoo them away when Kara stepped forward.

“Are you Armando? We talked on the phone earlier, oui?” Using her most refined French accent, Kara spoke with a tone that flowed like silk. It took less than an instant for the butcher’s expression to change.

“Ah! Señora Deleroux!” He extended a hand wrapped in a food service glove. He quickly withdrew his hand and snapped the plastic covering off. “I must apologize. You caught me in the middle of a job.” Kara politely shook the man’s hand.

“Not at all, it’s good to see someone still use their hands instead of a machine.” Armando smiled widely.

“You are too kind.” He looked over to Laine who was standing behind and slightly to the left of Kara. “And I welcome you as well miss…” The blonde had remained silent since they had entered the meat locker.

“Oh this is my Sous-Chef, she doesn’t speak much English or Spanish I’m afraid.” Armando appraised Laine with a quick glance then turned back towards Kara.

“A pleasure I’m sure.” He turned around and spread is arms out in display. “You were interested in purchasing some of my produce, si?” Kara nodded. “Then please follow me.”

Armando began to give them a short tour of the various cuts he had available and described the origins of the stock. Feigning interested, both Kara and Laine scanned the area as they took a scenic route around the facility. So far they had seen nothing out of the ordinary.

“You are awfully young for a chef.” Armando commented after showing them a rack of veal. “I can’t say I’ve seen many your age come browse my shop.”

“I guess I am what you would call an early bloomer.” Kara replied sweetly. Looking for an opportunity to allow Laine to break away, Kara raised a hand to her chin. “You wouldn’t happen to have any fresh lamb shanks would you?” While Armando thought to himself, Kara surreptitiously reached into her pocket and dialed a number on her phone. A few feet away, Laine’s own phone rang. Kara gave her partner a glance that confirmed that it was herself who was calling.

“Un moment!” Laine spoke, using the very little French she had picked up from Kara. She pretended to answer the phone.

“Perhaps you should take your call outside while Armando finishes giving me the tour?” Kara pretended to be annoyed at the interruption. Laine gave a sheepish shrug then nodded. “Shall we continue monsieur?” Kara turned back towards the butcher.

Laine heard Armando continue to describe his services as their voices faded around the next corner. She closed her cellphone and tucked it back into her pocket. Finally a few moments to myself… Laine thought.

“I figure Kara’s bought you ten minutes give or take.” Claes spoke over her earpiece.

“So you want the direct method.” Laine responded while approaching a set of steel doors secured by a locked crossbar.

“Direct and discreet.” Added Claes.

Laine examined the lock holding the crossbar in place and noticed it was a simple padlock. Nothing she couldn’t handle. With a quick draw, Laine pulled out her combat knife that was secured in the waistband of her jeans under her shirt. She edged the chiseled tip of the tanto style blade against the metal loop. With a quick downward motion, the metal sheared and the padlock popped off with a dull thud.

“Multimillion dollar operation and they don’t even buy a decent lock.” She mused to herself.

Stepping inside of the room she noticed it led to a hallway that led to multiple refrigerated compartments.

“I think I’ve found the meat lockers.” Laine reported.

“Our source said that the Cartel has been moving the cash inside of temperature controlled containers. They might be worth checking out.”

“It’s freezing in here.” Laine peered into one of the glass windows that looked into the refrigerated rooms. “All I see is hanging carcasses.” There was a pause. “Now wait a minute, I can't – “

“Overruled.” The voice of Clayland came over the radio.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I didn’t say to kiss one. Just look inside and see if you find anything suspicious.” Clayland added. Laine cursed under her breath. She pulled open the door and was greeted by a blast of chilled air that made her shiver.

“I just see meat.” Laine said dryly. “Although…” Laine stopped and peered closer to a hanging pig. “Butchers don’t usually sell pigs with ziplock bags stuffed in their bodies right?”

“…No.” Claes answered, hesitant to know Laine’s reason for asking. “Why?”

“No reason. It’s just that I see a dead pig hanging here with about 100,000 US dollars inside of it.” With a smirk, Laine pulled out a digital camera and started to snap pictures. Stretching on a pair of vinyl gloves from a box nearby, she carefully pulled out a bag of the money and pulled out a bill.

“Que mierda?!” Laine whirled around to see a large man in a bloody apron clutching a meat cleaver. He looked at the pig, then the bag of cash still in her hands, then back to the pig.

“Not good.” Was all that Laine was able to mutter before the man charged. He took a sweeping swing at her with his knife which cut through the spot she had just been occupying.

“Wait a minute big guy!” Another giant swing swished through the air. “I was just looking for the bathroom.” Laine ducked another slash from the cleaver. “Screw it.” She resigned and back stepped. Fumbling on the counter behind her for something to fight back with she blindly grabbed the first item she could reach.

It was a link of sausages.

“Pare Puta!” The man lunged again. Laine whipped out the sausages and last one linked smacked the man squarely in the face. “Wagh!” With an amused look, she glanced at the sausages and commenced using them as a makeshift whip.

“Pendeja!” Unfortunately for Laine, the sausages were freshly made and hadn’t had time to freeze yet. Her only effect was repeatedly slapping the man in the face with a wet smack. Finally, the butcher swung wildly and managed to slice the link of sausages in half in midair. He lunged again and this time Laine only barely missed the slashing steel. She felt a few strands of hair on the right side of her head fall to her shoulders.

“Fine, you wanna play with knives?” Laine withdrew her own knife, and raised her arms in a fighting stance.

“No killing, be discreet.” Claes spoke again.

“I have a hairy, blood soaked man chasing me around a frozen pig full of greenbacks and you’re telling me to be discreet. What am I gonna do? Beat him to death with a porkcho – oh hey that’s an idea.” Laine glanced next to her and saw a large lamb leg sitting on the counter nearby. She grabbed it by the femur and hefted it like a baseball bat. She swung the frozen meat at the butcher who had no time to duck as it slammed into his face. The force of the blow knocked him off his feet and sent him skidding across the floor.

“Baa-ram-ewe, jerk.” Faintly, Laine could hear Armando and Kara approaching her direction. She quickly shoved the bag of money back into the pig and slipped out of the meat locker. Just as Laine closed the door, Kara rounded the corner with her host.

“I appreciate the tour Armando.” Kara looked at Laine with a questioning glance. The blonde nodded in affirmation. “I shall have my assistant give you a call with order details later, d'accord?”

“Hey, anything for a pretty lady. If you have anymore business you come to me, yes?”

“Oui.” Kara smiled sweetly as she fell in step next to Laine. The latter quickly lead the way out of the meat locker before her handiwork could be discovered. Back outside, Kara dropped her accent. “So what did you find?”

“Money. Lots of it. They're hauling it around inside of frozen pig carcasses.” Laine reported curtly.

“I take it by our hasty retreat that you found more than just the money.” Kara turned sideways towards her partner.

“Had to beat a man near to death with a lamb chop.” Laine shrugged.

“Ever the professional.” Claes sighed as she responded over their radios.

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Post by Kiskaloo on Sun 9 Sep 2012 - 19:55

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Post by rusty-spring on Thu 21 Feb 2013 - 18:38

Another segment after a long delay:

“What do you think?” Laine whispered in a hushed tone. She was trying to keep quite in the dead of the night.

“I'd say 12 ounces with a 45 second timer.” Kara answered.

“Only 45 seconds?” Laine asked. The two girls were hanging inverted over the edge of a roof covered in clay tiles. They were both suspended five stories in the air by a set of rappelling harnesses and clothed in full tactical gear. Through a week of excruciatingly boring night watches, the team had chosen this apartment complex as the next target.

“Maybe, but if this takes more than 30 seconds we're screwed anyways.” Kara noted. Laine shrugged and deferred to her partner. She molded the plastic explosive into two equal sized blocks and wedged it against the wall. They had counted over three dozen different cartel members going in and out of the building. A number both Clayland and Michele were uncomfortable having their charges confront in a combat situation.

“Just 45 seconds?” Laine questioned again. Kara responded with a firm “just do it” expression. Neither of them were particularly experienced with explosives, but were given a crash course by their handlers the night before.

“Remember that you've placed those charges near the building's the gas line.” Claes reminded them over the radio.

“Big badda boom, got it.” Laine confirmed.

The two girls were hitting the third cartel safehouse and as per the plan, escalating the applied force. Kara and Laine uprighted themselves against the wall. Kara slipped further down the side of the building until she had reached a first floor window, while Laine hovered above one on the second floor. Kara tightened the sling of her XM8 and checked her rigging. Laine likewise conducted a quick brass check of her M4 carbine. With a glance down, she gave a thumbs up that Kara returned. Laine tapped a button on the disposable cell phone she was holding. A small LED on the PE4 charges blinked twice to indicated the clock was now ticking.

With a quick, short hop, the two girls crashed through their windows simultaneously, sending shards of glass flying inwards.

As soon as Kara's boots hit the tiled floor of the kitchen, she released her harness and raised her sights. Two men jumped up from the right corner, spilling beer over a card table. A quick squeeze of her trigger finger and their heads ejected a pink mist. Another man opposite the room was already on his feet managed to pull a pistol from his waistband and aim before a set of 5.56mm rounds tore through his chest. On the floor above, Kara could hear Laine carrying on in a similar fashion.

Laine's rifle reported in the telltale staccato of fully automatic fire until it was empty. She ripped out the magazine and loaded another, jamming the bolt release down as she ducked behind a small alcove in the hallway she had landed in. Her job was to keep the reinforcements in the floors above Kara at bay.

Kara found her prize, a seemingly normal leather messenger bag sitting on the nearby counter.

Above, Laine could hear the pounding of footsteps running down the stairs. She quickly moved to an opposing position and reached into the small pack strapped to her back.

“Time to go!” She shouted to Kara below her.

Kara pulled open the bag and confirmed the contents. It held notebooks, cellphones, and small laptop that they had seen a courier running back and forth with for the past week. Without a word, Kara pulled it over her shoulders and ran for the exit.

Laine pulled out a large bottle she had been carrying and unscrewed the cap. She quickly poured an amber liquid over the steps and below the stairs. Laine ran back towards the window she had crashed through and stuck one leg over the sill before turning around. The first man down the steps immediately slipped on the vegetable oil that had coated the wood and a second man tumbled after. With a short burst from her rifle, Laine peppered the jumble of bodies struggling to stand up with bullets.

The front door of the building burst open as Kara exited in full sprint, weaving through the various cartel vehicles parked outside with uncanny nimbleness. She took a quick glance behind her and saw Laine leap back through her window, using the rope to control her decent and sprinting about a dozen meters behind.

“I'll drive!” Kara shouted over her shoulder. Laine nodded and spun around. With a quick flick of her wrists two M67 frag grenades sailed out of her hands. They hopped on the ground once before rolling beneath two parked trucks.

Kara had already turned the ignition of their Land Rover Defender as Laine hopped into the passenger side. Behind them the two grenades went off, mangling the two Ford pickups into scrap.

“6 seconds. This ought to be good.” Laine checked her watch and looked through the rear window. Kara took a quick glance in the mirror before shifting into first and pulling away.

The sound of the explosion was deafening as they felt the pressure wave rush by. A few seconds later there was a second blast as the natural gas line ignited. Laine was about to hoot in excitement when she saw a trail of headlights snaking their way through the wreckage behind them.

“How'd they catch us so fast?” Kara asked as she pushed the Land Rover through the narrow streets.

“Must've been another complex nearby we didn't know about.” Laine said as she hastily reloaded a magazine for her rifle. “This neighborhood is probably crawling with them.”

“They're catching up! Right side!” Kara shouted as a four door sedan pulled up closer to their rear quarter. Laine popped out of the passenger side window and opened fire. Though the muzzle flash and glare from headlights, Laine watched her rounds pepper the windshield of the car behind. The car ducked and weaved until grinding to a halt against a set of market stands.

“Two to the left!” Kara called out as she glanced into the rear view mirror. Gunfire peppered the rear of their vehicle as the pursuers opened fire. Their chase was drawing them closer towards the populated areas of the city which would cause no shortage of problems. “Hold on!” She yanked the wheel to the right and cut down a dusty side street.

“Where are you going?” Laine shouted as she had just enough time to duck her head in before it was taken off by a passing telephone pole.

“Safehouse. No way can we take this back to the strip.” Kara continued to duck and weave their SUV though the mire of old buildings and parked cars. The sound of automatic fire continued to chase them as they snaked their way out of the district. “Why aren't you shooting them?!” Kara cried out.

“I'm trying, but I can't get a shot!” Laine leaned back out of her window, and fired at the pursing cars, nearly getting bucked out from Kara's evasive driving. “Oh sod it!” Laine crawled through the gap between the front seats and into the back of the Land Rover. “Dome light please.”

“What are you doing?” Kara glanced as she watched Laine contort her way to the rear compartment.

“Remember asking me what I bought after the paintball tournament?” Laine popped open a large black polymer case.

“Vaguely.”

“Well you're about to find out.” The blonde hefted the object free from the padded foam material and with a quick strike from her elbow shattered the rear window. Laine poked the muzzle of an M240B light machine gun out of the rear of the Rover and after pulling back on the charging handle, fired.

The blare of the machine gun overpowered the sound of everything around them. The muzzle flash was blinding as Laine swung the M240 from side to side, firing indiscriminately. The pursuing cars weaved back and forth attempted to avoid the hail of bullets and only managed to crash into each other.

“Just how many rounds do you have for that thing?” Kara shouted behind her as Laine continued to fire. She ducked as a few rounds entered the cabin of the Land Rover and peppered the interior.

“More than enough. The gun will wear out before I run out of ammo.”

Kara wondered if Laine was exaggerating as she steered the chase towards the residential district. After another flurry of gunfire and evasive turns, the combination of Kara's expert driving and Laine's hail of gunfire managed to find the pair a moment of peace.

“If we make it to the safe house, will you carry me inside?” Laine shouted as Kara doubled checked to make sure they had lost their pursuers.

“Why?” Kara asked glancing back.

“Because I'm going to pass out in a few moments.” In the pale illumination of the interior dome light, Kara looked in surprise as Laine had a dark stain emanating from her stomach and growing by the second.

“You got hit?!” Kara exclaimed. “Stay still and don't move. We're almost there.”

“Definitely going to pass out now.” Laine spoke lazily. She sat slumped against the side of the rear compartment of the SUV.

“Stay awake, you're too heavy for me to carry.” Kara jibed, trying to keep Laine from falling unconscious.

“Har har...” Laine managed with a weak voice. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was the sensation of the car coming to a stop and a rush of cool air blowing her hair into her face.

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Post by Thescarredman on Thu 21 Feb 2013 - 20:09

Oh, this is good. Now I have to read it all.
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Post by Kiskaloo on Thu 21 Feb 2013 - 22:37

Fantastic work, as always.

You know, we never give those two enough credit in our chats.

Kara and Laine: "We...heard that?" Yikes!

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Post by rusty-spring on Thu 21 Feb 2013 - 23:16

Kiskaloo wrote:You know, we never give those two enough credit in our chats.

Kara and Laine: "We...heard that?"

Claes: As if their heads weren't crowding me enough in here.

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Post by tremec6speed on Fri 22 Feb 2013 - 1:25

Great stories, exciting chase and the previous story, the sausage-wielding
heroine is too cool!
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Post by rusty-spring on Wed 6 Mar 2013 - 3:06

Consider this a small interlude as Laine is still off in dreamland. Razz Technically a part of the unfinished "Sand Dollars", but I'm not sure if I'll be continuing that fiction any time soon.

One Year Ago – Sinai Peninsula

“They're late.”

“I didn't know militants were known for their punctuality.”

Laine and Clayland stood side-by-side on a tarmac runway, just outside of a small hangar. Behind them was a small plane, and next to that was a large pallet of wooden crates.

“Terrorists, Clay. Terrorists.”

“Like I told you, that's never been officially declared.”

Laine was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a pink tank-top that allowed more midriff than was proper for their current environment. A gauzy blue and white shemagh was wrapped around her neck to soak up the sweat that began to drip down her neck. Her AKMS slung from her shoulder completed the look of an arms dealer.

Clayland was standing next to her, dressed in jeans and a tactical vest over a t-shirt. His eyes were obscured by sunglasses, allowing him to scan their surroundings at will. He played the role of bodyguard as he let Laine do most of the talking.

“About time.” Laine quipped as two white SUVs drove up to their location. A stream of men dressed in dark grey poured out of the vehicles. The last man out was an older gentleman dressed in a white thawb and red kaffiyeh. He walked up slowly to the fratello and gave a polite bow.

“I apologize for the delay, but we had to make sure the location was secure.” The man's English was impeccable, and both Clayland and Laine detected a hint of Cambridge in his accent. “I hope it was not an inconvenience.”

“No, Mr. Bassam. However, I do expect any future meetings to be held promptly at the exact time we arranged.” Laine spoke with an authoritative tone that would have made Claes proud. “You are not the only busy person in Egypt.” Abasi al-Bassam was visibly taken aback as he was addressed by the young woman before him. The blonde foreigner before him was dressed insultingly improper and responded instead of the man he had addressed beside her. He cleared his throat.

“I apologize again. I was under the impression that you were not,” al-Bassam paused, “the person in charge of this operation.”

“We're equal opportunity employers nowadays.” Laine retorted sarcastically. “Now are we here for business or are we here to enjoy this wonderful desert heat?”

“You have the items we requested?” The Egyptian man looked behind her shoulder to the wooden crates behind them.

“Four dozen RPG-7 launchers with ten cases of OG-7V fragmentation and TBG-7V thermobaric rockets there,” Laine pointed to one pallet, then another. “And 200 AK-47s, 50 RPKs, 20 Dragunov rifles in over there.” She turned around and put her hands on her hips. “The ammunition for the rifles is not included.”

“That is not what we agreed on.” al-Bassam said in annoyance.

“Wrong, we agreed on the rifles. Not the ammo.” Laine replied matter-of-factly. “The amount of ammunition you asked for is nearly the same weight as the guns. I told you that there would be an extra fee if you wanted bullets.”

“You are trying to cheat me? Tell me one reason why I shouldn't just take my business elsewhere.” al-Bassam grew more angry as Laine stood her ground.

“Listen to me very carefully.” Laine paused, then cleared her throat. “You don't want to pay my prices, fine. In that case, I hope you know someone else who can supply you with this amount of hardware on short notice, because it sure as hell won't be me.” She ended her ultimatum with an icy glare. A couple of the militant leader's entourage raised their guns in anger and pointed them at her.

Despite holding a firm tone, Laine's nerves were shaking like reeds. Her only consolation being that Clayland was standing next her, his calm demeanor bolstering hers. At any sign of trouble, he wouldn't hesitate to make the first move. Of course that was the absolute last thing they wanted. Two against two dozen made for very poor odds.

“Now put those guns down before I decide you're nothing more than a waste of my fucking time.” Laine punctuated the precision F-bomb.

“Very well.” al-Bassam spoke quiet and measured. “I will accept your prices. But know that if any of the merchandise ends up being unsatisfactory, you will be hearing from us again and it will not be for repeat business.”

“Glad to hear it. Here is the routing number where you can deposit the funds. Once they clear, I'll expect you to arrive, on time,” Laine emphasized, “to pick up the ammunition that we have coming on a separate flight.”

Clayland and Laine watched Abasi al-Bassam and his men filed back into the white SUVs and drive off.

“Am I shaking right now?” Laine let out a huge sigh. She felt a reassuring hand rest on her shoulder.

“You were perfect. Couldn't have done it better myself.” Laine managed a weak smile as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead.

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Post by Thescarredman on Wed 6 Mar 2013 - 21:29

Nice going, Rusty. The more I read of your OCs, the more I want to.
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Post by rusty-spring on Sat 27 Jul 2013 - 17:28

Apologies for this update being a short one sweat




*~*~*~*

“No, not exactly...Yes...Only once...Yes.”

Laine slowly sat up from the couch she was lying on.  She was dreaming about a past mission in Egypt when the sound of a voice woke her up.  Laine then remembered her wound and lifted up her shirt.  There was a large gauze bandage over her lower right abdomen.  She gingerly touched the area with her hand.  It hurt, but not as much as she thought it would.  Laine reached behind her body and felt the lower right flank of her body.  No exit wound.  It was then a horrible throbbing tore through her head.

“Surprisingly easy...It only an inch if that, but I'm not exactly a surgeon either.”  Looking over at the next room of their safehouse, Laine could hear Kara's voice speaking to someone on the phone.  “Yes, we'll bring it back.  Ok, see you then.”  Laine heard Kara finish her conversation and walk back towards her direction.

“So you're awake.  Good.”  Kara stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.  “Drink some water.”  Handing over a bottle of water, Kara sat next to her friend on the couch.

“What happened?  Last thing I knew I passed out from being shot and now I feel like a medium sized railroad spike is lodged in my brain.”  Laine was holding her head in both hands.   Kara merely reached into her pocket and handed something wrapped in a small envelope towards her.  Laine glanced over and raised an eyebrow.

“Take a look.”

Laine opened the flap and emptied the contents into her hand.  Out rolled out a metal slug, and she surmised it had to be the bullet that had hit her.

“Kara, this is just a pistol round.”  Laine watched Kara walked over to sit in the chair next to her.  “9mm.”

“Look closer.”  Laine scooted closer to the lamp next to the couch.  She lifted the slightly mushroomed bullet into the light.  Instead of a typical lead core, she noticed a large hollow needle implanted into the center.

“What is this?”  Kara took the round from Laine's hand.

“Our best guess is some sort of tranquilizer round.”

“What are you saying?  These gang bangers are being armed by Q Branch?”  Laine responded sarcastically.  Kara seemed less amused.

“No, but they at the very least have some very good intel.  We can fight through a handgun round, but surgical grade tranquilizers?  They'll still knock us out cold.”

“So they weren't trying to kill us?”  Laine stood up and immediately felt a jolt of pain from her wound.  She took a deep breath.  Part-cyborg or not, getting shot was still getting shot.

“Not by shooting us.”  Kara pocketed the envelope again in her pocket.  “I'm going to make one more patrol around the premises then we're going to have to grab a ride back to the hotel.”  The last comment made Laine stop in her tracks.

“What about the Land Rover?”  She asked

“It used to be a Land Rover.”  Kara replied apologetically.  Laine groaned.  She was going to get an earful when they got back.

Within minutes of Kara returning from her rounds, a taxi pulled up outside of the safehouse.  Laine had helped Kara pack up their gear as best as they could as they exited the small building.

“Retorno del Rey, Zona Hotelera.”  Kara passed forward the address of their hotel to the driver.  The driver gave an enthusiastic thumbs up and the two girls took off back towards the city.

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Post by Kiskaloo on Sat 27 Jul 2013 - 19:18

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Post by rusty-spring on Tue 17 Sep 2013 - 4:51

Another update Smile

EDIT: The particular event they are remembering is from an old short story I wrote here (Part 1) and here (Part 2).
*~*~*~*

“I'm going to assume that since we have not heard back from our men, we failed in taking our targets into custody.”  A thick cloud filled the room as a man sitting behind a large mahogany desk finished a large drag from his cigar.  He was a older gentleman with greying hair and a hard face, but his eyes showed the fire of a man much younger.”

“That's what you get for using street thugs and pushers to do your heavy lifting.”  A woman in business attire tried to ignore the foul smelling smoke as it floated past her nose.

“Eh, what can I say?  Cheap labor.  You get what you pay for.  Next time I won't make the same mistake.”  The man she was speaking to was  Esteban Silvanito.

“Speaking of that cheap labor, Andres Eliseo is requested more weapons for his men.”  The woman tossed a pile of papers onto his desk.

“Fuck him.  I've given him enough.  Tell him that as far as we're concerned, our business contract has ended.”

“He won't like it.  I'll have my boys keep an eye on him just in case he tries to do anything stupid.”  The woman presented to Esteban another pile of papers.  “For the record, Emanuel says that despite not capturing one of the girls, he thinks he can still get a reasonable result with the progress he's made so far.  He wants your permission to begin.”

“Yes I'm getting tired of waiting too.  Tell him he may begin.”  He took another puff from his cigar.  “But just one.  As confident as Emanuel thinks he is, I am not as convinced.”

“I'll tell him.”  The woman stood up.  “Now if you excuse me, I have another meeting to attend.”

Esteban Silvanito merely waved the woman away as he swiveled his chair and finished his cigar.

*~*~*~*

Laine gingerly stepped out of the cab as they reached the Ritz-Carlton.  Kara helped her to her feet from the taxi and they walked together into the main lobby.  Clayland and Michele were already there, sitting in couch near the concierge.

“How are you feeling?”  Clayland was the first to speak as the two handlers stood up.  Laine waved her hand horizontally to signal 'so-so.'  “I'm guessing your ego hurts even more?”  The blonde girl nodded with a smirk.

“It's not serious, but it sure smarts like a motherfu -”  Laine was interrupted by the sound of Kara clearing her voice.  “It stings.”  Laine finished hastily.

“Good to hear.  How about you Kara?”  Clayland looked over towards the second girl as she was chatting with Michele.

“I'm fine.  I'm just sorry we couldn't salvage the car.”  Kara looked sheepishly towards the two men while Michele shrugged unconcernedly.

“Easily replaced.  Just glad you two made it back in one piece.”  Michele gave Laine an apologetic look.  “Did you two remember to bring the intel?”  He turned to Kara.  She nodded and patted a large rucksack over her shoulder.

“Ledgers and a laptop.  There's no telling how much we'll find out now.”  She handed the bag over to her handler.

“I”ll have Claes help Clayland and I pour over the information.  You two should get some rest.”

Michele led the quartet back towards the elevators and up to their suite.  Kara wanted nothing more than to collapse into her bed and close off the world for the next couple of hours.  After a whole day of surveillance, a night of gun battles, and another night of keeping watch over a comatose Laine, she felt like a truck had ran her over.

“Nap time.”  Kara said wearily as they entered their room.  “Hi Claes, goodnight Claes.”  She waved lazily to the youngest girl on the way towards the bedroom.  She nodded simply and turned her attention to Michele who handed her a stack of folders.

“Think you can help Clayland and I comb through all this?”  Michele already knew her response.

“As if I had anything else to do.”  Claes responded with a wane smile.

Laine had already stepped into the bathroom adjoining her room and pulled her shirt up to expose her wound.   She gingerly pulled off the gauze bandage.  The bleeding had stopped but it still felt as raw as it looked.  The girl sighed as she gingerly dabbed the area with a clean washcloth, wiping away dried blood.

“I'm sorry we can't get you fixed up properly.”  Laine  jumped as Clayland spoke while walking into the room.  The sudden movement made her twist her body in a way her injury did not appreciate.

“Dammit Clay!”  She sighed exasperated.  “Don't do that.”  Laine continued to clean her wound.

“Are you going to be OK?”  Clayland began.  “Maybe you should take a few days to - “

“I'll be fine.  I just...just need a good night's rest.”  Laine knew that her handler could see her hands shaking despite her best efforts to hide it.

“This is the first time you've ever been shot.”  Laine rolled her eyes.  Clayland was a master of the obvious as always.  “Just making sure you're all right.”

“Like I said, I'll be fine.  Some painkillers and a good night of rest and I'll - “ 

“That's not what I meant.  I mean are you going to be OK up here.”  He lightly tapped her head.  She put the washcloth down and turned around.  Clayland rarely looked as serious as he currently looked now.

“I've been in dangerous situations before.  Gunfights are nothing new.”  Clayland nodded in agreement.

“True, remember that time you were running rooftop to rooftop back in Saudi Arabia chasing, what what his name?”  Her handler began to recall.

“Al-Nassar.”  Laine remembered with a grin.

“Right.  You were leaping across the top of Ash Sharawrah like some sort of gunslinging ninja.”  They both chuckled.

“And then I following him into a building and...”  Laine paused.  They both remembered the carnage she had caused.  She had brutally dispatched Al-Nassar and his men like a butcher to calf.  “I made it out ok.”  Laine finished, pushing the memory out of her head.

“You were different back then.”  Clayland said solemnly.  “We had just started our partnership.  You still had your old training in you.”  Laine looked at the ground.  “Perhaps that old training made you a better soldier.  Better at coping with this kind of stress.”  He was of course alluding to her time spent with Luzio Fusco, her previous Special Forces handler. 

Clayland had long had conflicted thoughts about being her new partner as he had nowhere near the combat experience Fusco had.  In many ways Laine was far more advanced in such matters.  Once they began working together, most of the previous training was eroded away with his own style of dealing with situations.

“No, I'm better now than I was then.”  Laine interjected with a small smile.  “Maybe I'm not a cold blooded determinator anymore, but,”  She thought for a second.  “I'd like to say I prefer the way I am now compared to the girl I had been before.”

The air felt thick with a dour mood as both Clayland and Laine took a stroll down seldom mentioned memories.

“Maybe I will take a few days off.”  Laine announced with her usual cheery tone.  “But who'll cover for me?”  Clayland sat thinking for a minute.  In the room across the hall Claes suddenly shivered. 

“What's wrong?”  Michele, who had been sitting next to her, cocked his head and watched Claes adjust her glasses.

“I suddenly felt a very cold chill travel down my spine.”

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Post by topgearbrzgt86 on Tue 17 Sep 2013 - 11:32

rusty-spring wrote:
Kiskaloo wrote:You know, we never give those two enough credit in our chats.

Kara and Laine: "We...heard that?"  
Claes: As if their heads weren't crowding me enough in here.
Jim: Razz Well, that's new.

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Post by topgearbrzgt86 on Tue 17 Sep 2013 - 11:33

I like it! Keep it up! 

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Post by tremec6speed on Tue 17 Sep 2013 - 17:42

Enjoyed reading your latest installment, look forward to moar! head bang
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Post by rusty-spring on Sun 29 Sep 2013 - 17:35

Thanks for the comments everyone. Smile  Update:


*~*~*~*

“I'd just like to go on the record to say this is a very jarring experience.”  Claes spoke aloud.  “I've had a recurring nightmare where Laine's mind was combined with my own and I'd have to share my thoughts with her for the rest of my life.”

“Har har.”  Laine's voice transmitted over the the collective earpieces of Kara, Michele, Clayland, and of course Claes.  “I didn't ask to get injured you know.”

“Who doesn't love those spy movies where the hero has a pretty female voice providing logistics.”  Clayland mused as the four teammates kept their posts.

“Her voice does radiate a different aura when she's not standing right next to you, doesn't it?”  Kara chimed in.  “It's almost comforting.”  Michele who was listening to their conversation with an amused smirk, interrupted.

“As much as we all enjoy the new voice in our ears, back to the task at hand.”

Unlike the butchery, and the house and apartment complex raids which targeted distribution and supply assets, the Fratelli were changing targets towards the laundering operation of the Oaxaca Cartel.  The ledgers and laptop that Kara and Laine had grabbed from the last raid showed that some of the money acquired through the drug business was funneled through a group of affiliated nightclubs.

They were currently staked outside of the popular Regulus dance club.  Their plan was to steal the large amounts of cash that was routinely brought to the premises to be cleaned.  As far as assignments went, this was going to require the most prep work yet.

“From the numbers Claes and our handlers crunched from the laptop Kara and I collected, about 25-35% of all cash that flows through the region goes through that nightclub.”  They could hear Laine in the hotel room flipping through a stack of papers.

“25-35 doesn't sound like a high percentage.”  Kara remarked.

“Perhaps in a small scale operation that would be true.”  Laine continued, “But when you're talking about a drug cartel, especially one connected to the even larger Tijuana Cartel, we're talking absolutely huge amounts of cash.”

“Throw me a number.”  Kara challenged Laine.

“Somewhere between 130-180 million US.”  Laine said with no small amount of drama.

“What?!”  The sound of Kara's shrilled whisper reverberated into everyone's ear, causing everyone to wince.  “How could a simple nightclub have that much cash on hand with no one knowing?”

“We wondered the same thing.”  Michele joined in.  “As far as Clayland and I can guess, there has to be someone in the government keeping the whole thing below the radar.”

“You'd think this is something we should be telling the authorities about.”  Claes notioned.

“Unfortunately we have no way of knowing if there is government involvement, and if so, how high up it goes.”  Michele was right.  The Mexican government was notorious with the rumors of authorities looking the other way in the presence of bribes and kickbacks.

“So what exactly is our plan here?”  Claes asked the two handlers.

“Right now, it's just intelligence work.”  Clayland answered.  “We want to know who goes in and out of the nightclub.  Especially right before they open, and after they close.”  It was currently two hours before opening.  “Second, we need to find patterns of behavior.  Is there a regular security team?  Do they rotate guards, and if so when?”

“Lastly, we're going to need a way in.”  Michele added.

“Why not the front door?”  Laine quipped.

“Not what I meant.”  Michele corrected the voice in his ear.  “For something this size we're going to need one, maybe two insiders to pull off this job.  We'll also need a complete layout of the building top to bottom, front to back.”

“Which is the main reason we're only doing preliminary observation.”  Clayland turned towards Claes.  “As much as we appreciate you filling in for Laine, I don't think we're going to be able to use you for grunt work on this one.”  He gave Claes an apologetic look.  A nightclub was the last place a young girl such as herself would fit in. 

“Trust me, I much prefer being at the hotel.”  Claes raised her hand in understanding.

“Once Laine is feeling healthy enough, we'll begin the operation in earnest.”

Back in the hotel room, Laine was brimming with anticipation.

“You know what this means Kara?  We're finally going to a Cancun nightclub.”  Immediately, Kara's smirk turned into a wide grin.

“I'll make the shopping list.”  Kara said, pumping fist.

“I miss my books...”  Claes watched as the two girls gave each other imaginary high-fives.

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Post by Kiskaloo on Sun 29 Sep 2013 - 18:30

“I miss my books...” Claes watched as the two girls gave each other imaginary high-fives.
The poor girl never gets a break from us, does she? Smile

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