Dirty Work {ATeam, openish}

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

Dirty little girl don't care about her reputation
She goes hard, moves fast and she's never gonna turn around
She's a party on the road and you never need an invitation
So come on in cause she's never gonna turn you down

A flashing neon sign reading "HELLHOUSE" on Highway 135 was the first signal that an unwary passerby should keep driving. The seedy little biker bar on the outskirts of the New Orleans was filled to brimming this Friday night while the parking lot was full of laid back choppers and sinister looking men.

A deep rumble filled the night as a lifted truck pulled into the lot and peeled sideways into a parking spot. The souped up black pickup fit right in among the tough looking machines and it wasn't until the door flew open and one bare leg encased only in a knee high black leather boot was revealed that anything abnormal seemed to rattle the atmosphere.


Sliding from the monster machine, a chocolate haired beauty made her way through the motorcycles and ignored the cat calls that seemed to follow her. Her expression was cool as she stepped through the front door and caught the attention of every eye in the place. More than one drink was forgotten half way to a waiting mouth as her stunning appearance did the exact job it was suppose to. It distracted minds away from the obvious intelligence flashing in her gaze and gave the impression of a bad girl on the prowl.

A short black leather skirt drew gazes to slender, well curved legs and the expanse of exposed skin that rose above the material riding low on her hips to a barely there black halter was nothing short of show stopping. The whole outfit was designed to expose more than it concealed and it wasn't any wonder that a few men about fell out of their chairs trying to get a look. Long dark locks flowing in loose curls down her back to end right above the rose tattoo finished off the picture even as stormy grey blue eyes seemed to dance wickedly.


Satisfied she'd made the right entrance, Kat let a slow, seductive smile grace her full red lips as she strolled forward and took a perch upon an empty bar stool that was suddenly cleared for just her. Winking her thanks to the big blurry biker who'd done the clearing, she ordered a whiskey and was instantly gratified by the dozen shot glasses put before her.

Casting a quick look around her, the young woman noted a few familiar faces in the crowd but didn't show any sign of recognition. The key players were in place so that was all that mattered. They all had a job to do and she put on her game face as she smiled sassily at her new "friends". After all, her mama always said it was easier to catch prey with sweet bait and she was the sweetest bait in the house. Before she knew it, she had a crowd of males gathered around her just hoping to "Show the little lady a good time". Yeah, right. As if she'd ever really let any of their dirty paws touch her. Shaking away that thought, she had to be gleeful over the sucess they were having.

" This is going to be like taking candy from a baby", she thought to herself as the coyotes circled. "Come on, little mice.. This kitty wants to play..."



Letting the men maneuver each other around in attempt to impress her, Lt. Commander Katarina Foster spent the next hour or so flashing seductive grins and letting her throaty laugh ring out above the den of noise. Almost immediately, she pegged the three weres in the group as they began to assert their selves over the other meeker humans.

Ah ha... GOTCHA!

This was exactly the reason she was here tonight and she had to fight to keep her own eyes from glowing in the dark. Their tip off that a local were leader was canvasing this place as a recruitment facility was evidently correct. The were's eying her like dinner were definitely not the sweet and innocent sort and more in line with the ass who ate Little Red's Grandmother. To bad for them this Little Red Riding Hood wasn't exactly what they were expecting either.

Another hour drifted by as she pretended to become intoxicated by the liquor flowing freely around her. Eventually, she let one of the males help her from her seat and start steering her towards the door. One snarled something at the other and then they were out into the open night air.

Stealthy, Kat pretended to trip and palmed the collapsible silver blade she carried in her thigh high boot before glancing around. She knew the others were around here somewhere but she would have to find the perfect spot for the encounter.

Finally, suggesting they follow her to her truck, the young woman maneuvered them out of site of the front door. No sooner had she done that then a harsh arm shot out and gave her a hard shove. With inward grace, she let herself fall sideways as if taken off guard and a soft gasp of surprise left her lips.

Catching herself against the tall truck, she turned and let fear line her features. Leaning with her back against the side of the vehicle, she watched as one after another, the were's lost their flirtatious looks. They suddenly looked like the predators they were and their features began to shift into their true forms. Since it was a full moon that evening, their faces took on freaky similarities to something like a dogs.

Luckily for Kat, she was already prepared as the first one leaped at her.

"Oh no... You mean the parties over, boys?" she cooed just before bringing up the silver dagger and shoving it through her first attackers heart. As the creature gave one final howl and then crumpled, she straightened from her slouched position and twirled her dagger. The two remaining weres looked from their dead companion to her and then snarled.

"Oh, come on now....Didn't your mothers teach you boys its not polite to bite? and I think something got lost in translation with you guys about the whole dinner thing... Your suppose to take a girl to dinner... Not HAVE her for dinner... Bad form, lads.... Guess its the doghouse for you!"

[John Sheppard]

Give me
One more chance to
Save me
From myself before I
Can’t stop breaking down
The Devil I am


His eyes had turned to gaze at her like all the other bozos in the place, and DANMMMMMMM! Did she get over that silly ‘not sleeping with anyone under my command’ rule yet? His eyes were blank, hiding any sign of recognition…maybe there was just a hint of lust left there because the pretty little thing at his lap gave him a jealous face as she handed him that beer.

Bullseye had arrived at the biker’s bar about half-hour earlier and dressed in jeans, boots and a white tshirt underneath a black leather jacket, he had fitted in right away with the rowdy biker crowd. No one would pick him as not being one of them, before long he was in a table with the meanest bikers in the place, talking trash and laughing with the curvy brunette on his lap like he was right at home.

Off course when Katrina spoke of weres, his blood boiled inside his veins and his advice was for her to let him drop a nuke in the place and God would sort them out. Like there would be any innocents in a place called Hellhole between nothing and nowhere.

This covert ops and secrecy was a drag at times, why couldn’t he just drop from the ceiling and blast everything that howled and looked furry? The worst that could happen was him taking out some ugly hairy biker, would it be such a disaster anyways?

But yeah, right, he would play nice. Stand in the corner and act dumb until he got the cue to act. He had a beer and a brunette, so he was good for now, but at the first sign of a were, the fur was going to fly, that was for sure.

And obviously that he didn’t tell anyone that when he was told the other day that they were going after weres, that he had another nightmare. One of those nasty ones when he saw his fiancée getting chopped to bits by rabid beasts and screaming for him to help. God, those screams chilled him to the bone and he woke up screaming and covered with sweat.

Never mind, focus on the mission. Doesn’t miss Kat walking out the back door with the three big bastards that looked like badass predators still in human form. And forget the itch on his trigger finger that was burning to go for the concealed pistol with silver rounds and take them down right there. No, the CO wanted the boss and if he messed up she would be pissed. And did you ever seen Katarina pissed? Not a pretty sight…well, she was still hot as hell, but she looked like she was about to de-ball you.

Calmly John finished his beer before standing up and letting the brunette in his lap fall with her ass on the ground. She cursed and he only smirked in return. “Sorry baby, but you aren’t that hot and I have a job to do.”

Always the suave one, wasn’t he?

With unhurried steps, he followed after Kat and the weres and he could see the others taking their positions and getting to join the party as well. Taking a rubber ball from the inside pocket of his leather jacket, he tossed it up and caught it in the air for a number of times. There was no particular hurry, the commander knew how to take care of herself and it was no surprise at all that when Bullseye reached her one of the freaking dogs had already bought it and laid motionless on the ground.

“Sorry poochies, but the buffet is closed.”

Before the two remaining weres, Katrina stood on the ground defiantly holding their blade at them and that sight caused him to freeze for a moment.

“Livie?” he muttered softly, inaudible under the weres roar. No, it wasn’t his dead fiancée, get your act together John, before you get killed by the bastard that just leaped over the commander and is charging after you at full speed.

With a throwing motion, John tossed the rubber ball towards the incoming beast.

“Catch Rex!”

It was really no surprise when the were caught the rubber ball itnto his jaw and with a single gulp devoured it as if it was nothing.

A smirk spread over his features before his hand pressed the button of the mini detonator half-hidden under his sleeve and then there was this blast sound before a rain of blood and guts emerged from the spot where the were was and all that was left was a pair of fuming hairy legs.

"Groovy!"

The explosion had been bigger than required? Yeah, it had…but hey, Kat had said no to nukes, she didn’t say anything about a little fireworks. And fireworks were all about the show, right?

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

You think I don't see you but I do
Creepin around with yer hot pants on
And them patent leather shoes
Hey now baby your actin' kinda crazy
What has come over you?
Hey now sugar your actin' like a hooker
Gotta do what you gotta do

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There was nothing, NOTHING in the world that could beat some nice, reliable bloodshed. Forget chocolate, vibrators or dodge ball- the best recreational sport ever- there was just nothing more fulfilling than a good fight.

Especially when she was on the winning side. Man, she loved her job.

The operation had been briefed a few days ago, and everyone had their respected parts to play. The Weres would have to be taken out, the humans inside left alone and the world rid of some bloodthirsty supernatural who didn’t deserve to grace its sidewalks. The building had to be left standing- she’d practically died laughing at John’s face, when the Commander gave him a special glare- and civilians kept breathing.

Ugh, talk about a damper on her mood with that last one. Screw keeping the civvies alive; if one more guy grabbed her leather clad ass, she was going to skewer some eyeballs.

…Okay, so maybe not. Even if each touch was slightly distorted through leather, it was a touch, and it made her happy inside. Now, if only she didn’t mind waking up next to a corpse in the morning.

“Eight ball, corner pocket,” She announced to the gathered bikers, bending over to knock her cue against said ball. She grinned at the appreciative whistles, crude comments and a right nice pat to her butt, the expression widening as groans erupted from the little crowd as she sank the shot. She straightened, smile turning shark-like, wandered over to the guy making friendly with her buns, and returned the favor.

Aka, smacked his ass so hard, the poor guy jumped a foot and howled. She laughed along with his friends, and raised a brow in a definite ‘please, PLEASE, make something of it!’ look in her eyes as he whirled around. Aw, disappointment. All he did was grin.

And this place was supposed to be a low down biker bar. She was getting BORED, man!

Thank all that was holy that the Commander saw fit to lure the stupid Were’s out the door. The leering bikers were actually being NICE to her, for crying out loud! She needed blood, she needed fist fights, name calling, threat throwing, howls of pain—

She needed exactly what the poor ‘others’ were giving the rest of her team. Oh, goody! Finally, some fun!

Pulling out one of her favorite pistols, she proceeded to live up to her nickname- ‘Trigger…’ man, as if they couldn’t come up with something more creative- and shot at one of the guys charging the half vampire lady from behind. With a happy war cry, she threw herself into the fray.

“Aw, only three?” She managed to whine, tucking the angry swipe of the Were she’d shot. “That’s not very nice. It’s gonna be over too soon! Ooh, I know! I’ll just shoot your legs out. Then you’ll be alive and I can play with you!”

And that’s what she proceeded to do. Even if she hated taking orders from the not-so-human Katarina, she did so love the missions that she sent them on. Now, if only the whole pack would show up!

Now THAT would be fun!


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[Lt. Lucien Calugarul]

I still recall the taste of your tears.
Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears.
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore.
Scraping through my head 'till I don't want to sleep anymore.

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The ghost of a smile crossed onto one of the bar goers face as he watched two individual crowds mile about the beautiful women in the center. How much like the male species, to wish for things that were entirely out of their reach.

Though…for different reasons than they thought.

And most of them should be happy to remain ignorant, he thought with another twitch of his lips. If only the world knew what he and his teammates did. Things would be very different with that kind of knowledge floating around…hell, perhaps for the better. But it was not in his pay grade to question the ‘top secret’ orders of the United States government.

He’d learned long ago what his place was in the world. He just had to figure out a way to exist and keep his sanity in the meantime…but he supposed that was what good Russian vodka and sweet Italian wine was for. He could practically taste the vintage on his tongue and couldn’t wait for the fighting to be over with.

Yes, the fighting…the slight furrow of his brows was the only indication of the tension in his body. He cut a glance sideways at Raven, his oldest friend and sister in arms, and resisted the urge to sigh. He’d met the woman while still a Captain in the Romani Army and had, for some ungodly reason, struck up an alliance with her. They were complete opposites and, if they were normal people, would probably hate each other on general principle- she was loud and obnoxious, and he was ‘uber-polite,’ as Rae liked to say- but they were anything but normal.

And, given the length of time he’d known the volatile soldier, she was practically counting the minutes until the fight finally started. He was too…but for different reasons.

Where Raven thirsted for blood, Lucien only wished that it would end quickly and he could get on with his job. He was a soldier and definitely had the build and experience for battle, but his specialties lay in other areas.

Areas that lay behind closed doors or tent flaps. Behind sound proof walls and in basements.
‘Interrogation Specialist’ is what his superiors called him, but he knew better. There were ways to make even the most stalwart soldier beg for death, and he was cold enough to come up with them.

Leaning sideways on the bar, the mercenary tossed back the thimble-shot of watered down vodka and waited for the signal to move. He wasn’t sure why the entire team was needed for only a few targets, but again, he wasn’t one to question. Hell, he was having a hard enough time fitting in.

Unlike most of the gathered patrons and their silent prayers to the Leather Gods, Lucien was wearing a pair of casual slacks and a loose black shirt that showed off the tattoos snaking around his arms. His shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail, and a matching jacket lay neatly folded across the back of his stool. What was keeping the others from beating on the would-be preppy guy obviously thinking nasty thoughts about the crap vod was probably the ever-angry scowl etched into his gargoyle like face.

Sometimes, it was good to be the silent yet deadly force. No one messed with the guy whose state of mind is unknown.

When the men followed Kat outside, Lucien watched the crowd. John, the explosives expert, hightailed it out after a few minutes, followed by a happily twitching Rae. He waited a few more minutes, listening to the grunge rock pouring from the bar’s speakers and finished off the horrible vodka. Ten, nine, eight, He thought, placing a few bills down on the counter.

Seven, six, five, four… He walked toward the front door, slinging his jacket over one arm. He casually took out his weapon of choice, a glistening Bowie knife, and stood a bit apart from the fighters, waiting for the cue to jump in, if necessary.

Three, two…ONE.

Time to die.



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[Lt. Gabriel "Curse" Jordan]

Pride is all in vain without the blood of need
Bones can break in shame from taking charity
Hide from all the hell and wash up with the tide
Wait and you commit psychological suicide
Break the molds of beg and submission
Wake the dead or no one will listen
Holding ground is just the beginning
It's uphill bound and in for the killing

Lazing away in a corner booth, Lt. Curse Jordan sprawled his hard frame without concern and chatted up a likely looking blonde. His grin had her giggling even as she placed two drinks on the table and slide a napkin with her number on it in front of him. Giving her a wink, the good looking soldier tipped her handsomely and then swatted her rear as she walked away.

Drinking a beer straight from a long neck bottle, Curse appeared to be completely relaxed but those who knew him knew that bottle could become a weapon in a split second of time. His nonchalant air was simply for show and it disguised the keen way he was surveying the seedy bar.

The man across from him was no different although he remained silent as he watched the activity flow in and out of the place. One blond, one dark, the two men were complete opposites even though they'd been friends since their first day of enlisting. Curse's fly by the seat of his pants attitude off set the others more serious nature and vice versa.

At the moment, Derek DeVoux was allowing his wolf senses to scoop the place even as Curse made a show of getting drunk and hitting on everything in a skirt. Not that that was anything new. It was the reason they had the perfect cover and made a good team. People tended to loosen up around the loud mouthed Jordan because he played the fool so well while Derek caught subtle details that others would have missed.

Picking up his own glass, Derek was about to say something to his companion when the front door of the bar opened and in walked the whole reason for their presense there that evening. Curse's low whistle and wicked smirk made him arch a brow. His friends next words had him shaking his head.

"Damn... Now theres a sight that a man has to appreciate no matter who they are!" the blond drawled. "A body like that outta be illegal."

Turning slightly, the darker haired man watched the woman's progress across the bar and settled back into the booth. From the corner of his eye, he saw yet another woman playing up to a group of rough looking bikers and wanted to sigh. The games were beginning and it looked as if the ladies were doing their part. To well, to be honest.

He didn't like the fact that the operation they were currently running relied so much on the women putting themselves out as bait. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about it. The creatures they were tracking had been snatching women randomly and the bodies were found dumped in the bayous. They'd obviously been raped and tortured before being murdered and not by the normal sort of psychos that roamed the streets.

Rumor had reached their ears that most of the girls had been seen here right before their disappearances along with a few men who'd suddenly gone missing. It was a simple step to realize the bar was being used as a recruitment station/amusement park for a local were clan. Probably the same one who was rumored to be amassing an army of the worst sort of savage beasts. Not a good thing. Hence their being called in to help deal with the problem.

Catching the suddenly brooding look on his companions face, the other soldier smirked. He knew his friend was mentally going over the facts of the case and fitting the pieces of the puzzle together so he turned his own attention to the action around them. Glancing around the room, Curse saw the other familiar faces in the crowd but made no motion of acknowledgment. It was enough to know that all the players where in place so that if all hell broke looses... Well, it was safe to say they could clean house without much effort.

For the next hour or so, Curse was content to drink and charm the pretty blond waitress who kept making excuses to linger at their table. The brunette at the pool table held her own with her adoring crowd but Curse kept an eye on her just in case. Rae wasn't known for her submissive behavior and more than once, the soldier wondered if he was going to have to save the unsuspecting fool who grabbed her ass. It actually amazed him that she was able to hold on to her volatile temper until the woman at the bar sidled out the front door with three men in tow.

The moment the foursome disappeared out the door, things started to happen. Derek was on his feet moving for the back exit as John, and Rae moved for the front. Canvasing the area, Curse remained where he was. Lucian waited a few more moments as well but then he too made his move. Covering his comrades backs, the blond watched for trouble and finished his beer. As much as he hated to miss the action, he was on guard duty to make sure no unsuspecting human wandered into something they had no idea about.

Turned out, it was actually a good thing he had stayed put.

Imagine his surprise when a door to the back room opened and out walked ten more of the biggest, ugliest mother fuckers he'd ever seen. As their eyes darted around the bar, they seemed to be looking for something or someone and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who that might be.

Shit. NOT GOOD. Looked like the party was going to get some unexpected guests.

Getting to his feet with an unhurried movement, the sandy haired warrior tossed down a few bucks for the waitresses tip and sauntered towards the front door. Just as he reached it, he saw one of the were's say something to the others and their gazes shot to him. Evidently the game was up.

"Well, Fuck me.." he thought to himself before slipping outside and then breaking into a fast run towards where he knew Derek and the rest of the crew were waiting.

"Time to get your party clothes on, boys and girls. We're about to have unexpected company. Hope you all brought some extra treats!"

Just as he made that announcement, the front doors flew open and the were's stepped out into the parking lot. One lifted his head to the wind and then immediately turned in the crews direction. With the others following, he started across the lot and locked eyes on Curse.

"YOU!!! I KNOW YOU! YOUR THE ASSHOLE WHO TOOK OUT A FRIEND OF MINE A FEW WEEKS AGO!"

Shrugging, the soldier pretended to think for a moment.

"Could have been... to be honest, I don't remember. All you pieces of crap look pretty much the same to me..."

Growling, the were launched himself forward only to catch sight of Kat, John and Rae. He wasn't sure where Derek or Lucian were but he hoped they were taking up the flank. This was going to go down fast and hard and somehow... They were going to have to keep the civilians from seeing the mess.

"Damn.. I just love this job." Curse said sarcastically just before hell broke loose.

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

Everything about you makes me scream
Be a man and get up off your knees
I'm trying to say this in the nicest way
What were you expecting?
Another lullaby?
Are you kidding?
You must be high
Cause it was just one kiss
Yeah, yeah, yeah

All right, so maybe the adrenaline pumping through her veins made her reckless but Kat couldn't help the cocky smirk that floated across her face. As the were's suddenly realized they'd been had, she flipped the silver dagger in her hand and arched a brow. Her eyes dared the two remaining creatures to make a move but the sound of approaching footsteps and another voice had their attention shifting away from her and towards the company.

John's timely arrival saved her the hassle of disposing of them alone but, honestly, damn... She really could have done without what happened next.Before she could register what her comrade was up to, the soldier tossed something towards the were who charged him and the idiot caught it in his mouth and swallowed. Not the brightest move on the face of the earth and one he soon paid for.

With a loud "BOOM" the beast blew into a million pieces and the young woman felt pieces of things she'd just assume not examine to closely cover her in a fine film.

"OH HELL!" Kat growled with an inward sigh. "God Damn it, SHEPARD! Do you KNOW how long its going to be before I can get this shit out of my hair?"she complained before Rae arrived in time to take onthe remaining fool who'd been staring at his friend in disbelief.

Shaking off her own bemusement, Kat noted Lucien's approach from the shadows the the form of Lt. DeVoux leaning negligently on the side wall of the bar about 60 yards away. As she did so, Lt. Jordan appeared at the front and she gave a sigh of relief.

"Hells bells... Looks like the gangs all here." she drawled just before a nasty looking group of were's trailed after her soldier and her instincts went on over load. "Shit.... Look alert, boys and girls. Curse brought us some playmates and they look like a bit more of a challenge."

Moving forward, Kat was already on the move when the first weres shifted into their monster forms and covered the ground between them with astonishing speed. From the corner of her eye, she saw Derek shift into a pure black wolf and nail one of the flank beasts and then she saw nothing as she lept forward to take on one of the leaders.

"And here I thought I wouldn't get to dance!" she said with a smirk as she bounded past John and used a well shaped leg to kick the attacking creature back about ten feet. "Come on, cowboy.. Lets see how good you are with your hands..."

[John Sheppard]

This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell
Where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane
Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day
Liars line the roads at dawn
Watchful eyes are upon you held
Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed upon the council of hell


There was something about Kat when she mentioned removing the wolf bits of her hair that had him smiling…what was it? Oh right…”Don’t worry kitten, I volunteer to help you with the cleaning detail later in the shower.”

It was wrong that in the middle of a mission against weres he was fantasizing about him, his CO and a hot, steamy shower? Pull your act together John, the mission first and fun and games later. By the corner of his eye, he saw the others taking position and then Kat rushed past him to attack some newcomer, connecting one sexy shaped leg into the were’s jaw. Gotta love women that could kick a freaking dog-man like that.

And now there was entertainment for everyone. Reaching for the pistol concealed underneath his coat, Bullseye knew exactly where his teammates where and where to aim and shoot. Straight on the heart for maximum efficiency, bang you’re dead…where was the freaking fun in that? And being that they were freaking werewolves he wanted the bastards to suffer, he had a personal bone to pick with their kind.

Letting go of the pistol, he saw as the bastards started to move and a smirk spread over his lips.

“COME ON YOU BLOODY BASTARDS! DINNER IS SERVED AND I’M DAMN TASTY!”

Producing a blade from the inside of his coat, he gave ita quick spin on his hand and waited as one of the hairy motherfuckers made a mad dash towards him. There was death on that beast’s eyes, but John wasn’t ready to die just yet. He had places to go, bastards to kill, and a kitten to give a shower to.

“That’s right, come to papa!”

Bending his knees, John dropped his body weight to dodged a massive paw that came his way, oh those claws looked sharp, but the blade in his hand was just as sharp as it sliced the creature’s stomach making it give out a painful howl. Spinning around, another big slash and another pained howl. Now that was more like, those howls were like music to his ears, far from fatal but very painful.

That was, until that big paw knocked him down and made him lose hold of the knife. Dammit, that bastard packed a punch that had him seeing stars for a moment and introduced his ass to the hard floor.

And were was he? Oh right, about to do something to stop the gargantuan jaw from turning him into John sized burger meat. Taking the pistol, he shoved it into the were’s mouth and pulled the trigger.

“Munch on that Fido, you need some silver on your diet.”

There was no trigger happy man worse than a marksman. Grabbing a fistful of were hair, he pulled the beast’s head back and used his legs to shove the bastard away. As the beast groaned in desperation, there came the final blow, a silver bullet through the heart, a clean shot.

With a smug smirk John saw the beast collapse and run a hand pulling his hair back.

“Damn, I’m good! Ok, who is next?”

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Now what type of lady are you supposed to be
I think its best if you stay the hell away from me
Now what type of lady are you supposed to be
I think its best if you stay the fuck away from me



Oh, huzzah! Just when she was about to start pouting and demand that one of the werewolves clone themselves, so she could have more fun, an entire pack arrived. Fangs sprouted, fur stood on end, bloodthirsty growls filled the air...

And Rae was smiling like a little girl let loose in a toy store.
...A toy store filled with various nuclear weapons and all the ice cream she could eat.

"I love EVERYONE!" She crowed, moving away from the writhing Were she'd been crouching over. While Kat and John took care of the morons that were led out of the bar, she'd been having fun with her own piece of flab. It was one of her finer works, if she did say so herself. If anything, Lucien would have something to work with later on, even if he was going to be angry that the specimen wasn't in good shape.

She loved shooting out peoples' joints. No blood spurting to ruin her boots, all the screaming a good sado-masochist could desire, and the guy stayed alive for long enough to have some more fun. There was a reason why her best buddy liked the interrogation circuit. Maybe she'd have a go, if the annoying Romanian would let her anywhere near his 'tools...'

With her mind whirling in all kinds of directions, she ducked an incoming fist that came crashing down toward her head. Instinct was a great thing to have, and after a lifetime spent on the battlefield, it was just second nature to immediately get into a defensive crouch, block a few more blows and go in for kill. All the while wondering what she was going to have for dinner, and if the Commander might be up for a re-match later on tonight.

'Cause after a fight like this, she was always keyed up like a squirrel on crack. And nothing could bring her down, other than a good sparring session with the half-vampire lady that led the outfit.

But, back to the fun! As more Weres waded into the fray, Rae threw herself at them with a happy abandon. A few more shots of silver had two monsters out of the game, and once it got too boring to simply put one through the brainpan, her favorite knuckle-knives came out of hiding. Slash, duck, kick, sever the carotid artery and watch the blood mist the air. She was the most peaceful she could ever be while killing someone else.

It reminded her that everybody died. And speaking of dying...since the poor freaks were in for it anyway, why not get her jollies while she could?
And, not to mention while everybody else was busy doing their own thing.

One downward swipe had a particularly stocky Were crashing to his knees with a howl. She threw herself on him, using momentum and his obvious pain to shove his shoulders down. She straddled his waist, and before the guy could reach one large hand up to yank her away, proceeded to lower her head and kiss the ever living daylights out of him.

Oh yes, oh INSTA-ORGASM. Skin on skin, lips to lips, FINALLY! The Were was stunned, his hands coming up to throw her off, but she hung on like the demented monkey she was. She buried her gloved hands in his hair, fisting chunks and ignoring the yowl against her lips. Contact, human- well, kinda- contact, it was making her salivate. She kissed him while he struggled, knees clamped against his ribs. He tasted like beer and animal, and she wished that it could go on and on and--

Something wet bubbled up from the Were's mouth, coating her lips. She pulled back until only inches seperated them, watching those unfamiliar eyes widen in shock, in pain, in panic. A scream bubbled in his throat, but it was too clogged by blood and bone to be released. He gave up trying to remove his new growth and clawed at his neck, which was slowly beginning to disintegrate. Blood filled his eyes, poured from his ears, his chest making sickening cracking noises beneath hers.

And then he was dead. Lifeless and crushed beneath her, as if she were a 200 pound weight. Poor guy; he was destined to be smushed to death...probably under a tractor trailor. Lovingly, she stroked his cheek as the battle raged on around her, tilting her head as she watched the light fade from his eyes.

Queen's voice sang in her head; 'another one bites the dust. Too bad...he was kinda hot. And she was kinda frustrated. She really hated being frustrated, so she'd just throw herself back into the fight. Le sigh.

With a war cry that could match Xena's, Rae was off of her would-be lover and back into the fray, leaping onto the back of one of the smaller Were's. He reared, trying to throw her off, but her knuckle-blades were enough to convince him to change tactics and try to hold his neck together.

[Lt. Lucien Calugarul]

Get ready to settle the score
And get ready to face the floor
'Cause its time to remember it (war)

This is war
And it’s on tonight
So get up and fight
Get up and fight
You had all your life
To run and hide
Now step up, now step up
Let’s do this


Du, look at this mess. With a frown on his face, Lucien watched from the outside of the fight as all hell broke loose. Team members were ripping the poor Weres apart, the monsters themselves were doing their best to return the favor, and Rae's war cries were practically drowning out everything else. It was complete chaos, it was bloody, it was dirty and depressing...

And reminded him so much of home. Ah, Romania. All they needed was some mud, frigid cold and a sadistic commander who liked to have a 'taste' of the local young women. The Lieutenant found himself smiling fondly at memories of his past, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips up.
Movements that increased, as he spotted a wounded Were lying on the ground. Still breathing and not able to move, thanks to his sister in arms. Good; that was very good. If the man didn't bleed out and the Commander didn't object, he would have a perfect subject for interrogation. Any neighboring pack movements, hideouts, newly turned Weres; if the pawn knew, Lucien would get it from him.

It was his specialty, after all.

But for the moment, he was more than content to hang around the edge of the battle. He went opposite of DeVoux, keeping an eye on the right flank and stepped in when he was needed. His Bowie knife flashed in the lighting as he caught one particularly sneaky Were in the ribs. A powerful plunge in between intercostal ribs had the blade sliding out easily, and with a gurgle, his enemy fell motionless to the floor.

Unlike his fellow soldiers, he wasn't a fan of what he liked to call the 'John Wayne Approach.' He didn't scream, taunt, snarl or make noise in any way, during a fight. To take another man's life, no matter how miniscule it may be, is a delicate act; a sign of respect for one's superiority. His enemies deserved this respect, in that they were willing to give up their lives for their own causes.

To give up their lives for going against him. Eh, it was a bit egotistical, he knew, but it was how he'd been raised. It wasn't seemly to show off one's power, just to use it when necessary.

But, then again, he was...how is it said? 'Old School.'

So, in that way, he picked off the few Weres that posed a threat to his fellow teammates' backs; moving in and out of the fray as silent as a ghost. He kept an eye on his future interrogee, making sure that no one stabbed/shot him by mistake, and waited for the fight to end.

[Lt. Gabriel "Curse" Jordan]

Believe me
You've never met a mother fucker like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
Bottled up inside this time cause I'm taking back my life
I'm rising up, I've had enough
I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight

Curse was amazed at times at how fast everyone on the team reacted to new threats... Not to mention the different ways. It was actually kind of like watching a freak show in motion. But then, that wasn't really surprising now was it? Considering their master and commander was a freak herself and the rest of them register a little south of sanity. Oh yes, it was good to be nutty at times. Gave new meaning to the term CooCoo's nest.

Damn, he really did love his crew. Its was nice to be around people crazier than he was.

Thanks to the training that had drilled fast thinking and even faster reflexes into them, none of them were caught unaware as the dozen were's attacked. A flurry of motion on his left showed Kat taking on one of the leaders and then it was Friday night smack down time. Oh yeah, he fucking LOVED his job.

As a were turned in his direction, Curse grinned and flipped out a silver blade. Thanks to his little "curse" that came on during battle, he had more strength and longer stamina than most humans. After several battles in the middle east where he'd wiped out squads of enemy soldiers, he'd discovered he was virtually untouchable once a fight started. It was also the reason he'd been referred to the squad.

Dodging the first gnash of teeth, the former navy seal swung a hard upper cut that hit the creature like a ton of bricks. Although Curse was human, he seemed to have something weird in his genes that came out during a fight that gave him extra power. As the were rocked back in suprise, the sandy haired officer smirked and kicked him hard in the chest. Just as he was about to go after it, a barrage of shots rang out and he was slightly stunned to see his oppenent drop where he stood.

After a moment of scratching his head and ducking out of the way of another wild shot, the warrior looked around questioningly. a glance behind him revealed Rae cackling like a mad woman and he had to roll his eyes. Damn kill joy. He was really going to have to have a talk with her about her over exuberance. Although... on second thought, it was almost as much fun to watch HER work. Not to mention sexy as hell. Well, right up until he saw the unsuspecting were get plagued to death. That was enough to make a man lose his pesky reaction.

Turning away with a shudder, he watched as Derek finished off his opponent and saw that the main fight was basically over too. Kat was just playing with her partner and there was one down on the ground screaming for his momma. Walking over to the creature, he kicked it in the head hard enough to shut it the hell up and then looked at Lucien with a smirk.

"Hell.... We hardly broke a sweat with these fools. Think are are anymore inside??"

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

I know what you must be thinking
But you're not right
You should know I'm not your baby
Not tonight
I never was
The kind of girl to trip and fall in love
I never was
The kind to say enough is not enough
I never was
The touchy, feely, co-dependent kind
I like the feeling but I'm not on cloud nine

Sweat, blood and bullets. There was nothing better than these moments when she could truly let out all the aggression in her soul and beat the bloody pulp out of some idiot who pissed her off. The solid thump of her blows against her combatant brought a feeling of supreme satisfaction and she could feel her fangs slipping forward from their normal hiding spot.

The scent of the metallic red liquid floated through the air to her heightened nose and it was all she could do to rein her vampire side in. Her inner demon wanted to end this and launch itself at the pulse she heard thrumming right under her opponents skin. Lucky for him, her control was strong enough that she simply flashed him a hard smile that revealed her glowing eyes and fanged teeth.

Unfortunately though, the were figured out exactly who and what she was in that moment and all his fight reflex went straight to flight. Spinning away from her, he launched himself over the top of the truck and was fifty feet away before any of the others could react. Kat sighed and snarled.

"Why the HELL do they always turn into the cowardly dogs they are? I really REALLY hate having to chase their asses down. It only serves to piss me the hell off."

Already moving, she raced after the werewolf and took him down with a flying leap of her own at the edge of the nearby woods. Logic told her that if he'd made into those trees, he'd have vanished into thin air. That she simply couldn't allow.

As he came up snarling and snapping at her with his own razor sharp teeth, the hybrid vamp hissed and brought her hand up to shoove what looked to be a little silver capsule straight into his mouth before slamming her other fist up in a hard upper cut. The impact cause the vial to explode and the poison/sedative spread quickly through his blood stream even as she rolled off him and looked down at her now screwed outfit. The skirt was trying to fall off one side of her hip and only one button now held her halter top together.

Shit, she seriously hoped someone had an extra shirt or they were all going to get a good look at everything god had seen fit to grace her with. Just another reason for her to kick the beast hard in the side with her sharp toed boot.

"Next time, asshole.... DON"T FREAKING RUN... Its a lost cause and I really freaking hate having to rip my clothes to shreds taking your ass down. "

Hearing sound behind her, she turned to glance back over her shoulder and saw that the clean up crew had arrived. Pointing to the body, she drawled.

"Someone toss this piece of crap in the back of the truck and lets clean this mess up before some civilian sees it all. We don't need any APB's put out on our asses and I want this guy secured at the compound before morning.... Anyone call in the chopper yet? Theres a field about a mile away that it can land in...."

[John Sheppard]

Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Then to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding at night cause I sleep all day


Once the battle had started it was a bloody mess…and what wasn’t there to love? It was proof that he wasn’t the only bat-shit crazy soldier out there, and damn, it shouldn’t be comforting to know there were others out there just as fucked up as he was.

They were fighting murderous beasts and kicking their hairy asses with a practiced ease that no one in the world had. The team came from all kinds of backgrounds, from mercs to old time soldiers, and to an ex-SEAL and FBI agent that loved the smell of napalm in the morning.

It was all blurred up in his mind, ordinary life, the army, secret operations, death and loss, working infiltrated in a gang of criminals…such a charming life he had. And there wasn’t many people left to remember him, most was dead from either their connection to him or from standing on the wrong side of his gun barrel. How many it was by now that he had taken out doing his thing? Dozens, hundreds, thousands? They were all bad guys, villains, simple as that. Don’t look back or second guess yourself when you’re on the business of taking lives or you would burn away pretty quickly.

Try not to think and bury deep down the memory of Livie screams. Bury the idea of having a normal life, wife and kid, house with the white picket fence…

Do it like Curse who acted like it was one big party, Rae who thought she was freaking Xena, Lucien who acted like a killing monk, Derek who acted like the cool and collected soldier…or Kat who looked might hot kicking some were hide.

Show offs!

Tightening his grip on the pistol in his hands, his eyes caught a flicker of a movement and he moved instinctively and with deadly accuracy.

Bullseye slammed his finger on the trigger and felt the rumble of the gun in his hand, felt it reverberate up his arm, felt the flash of heat. An angry trigger finger, shaking, another surgical shot and another were bit the dust...and the next one after that.

His stance relaxed, the fighting was almost done and the others were picking the remaining straggles. And to the casual observer, he was oblivious to the red eyed beast with sharp fangs sneaking up behind him, ready for an easy kill.

With no sudden moves and a nonchalant attitude, John bent his elbow and pointed his gun over his shoulder and pressed the trigger. He didn’t need to turn around to see who or what was there, he knew it already.

A dead were with a bullet symmetrically placed between his eyes and his expression forever frozen in surprise.

Bang, you’re dead.

With a smirk John turned his gaze to Curse, “No idea man, I told Kat we should nuke the whole place just to make sure, but she has to always bust my balls. Think she will skin me alive if I invite her for a little R&R when we get back?”

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

"Aw, don't die! I'm not done with you yet! I still want to kiss you and make those boo-boo's all better...no? Darn. Oh well."

With a sad sigh as the light drained out of the werewolf's eyes, Rae gave his hair a loving stroke. She'd managed to straddle yet another downed soldier, thinking that Lucien could use more than one prisoner for interrogation, but had gotten a bit too happy with her shooter and severed the artery in his leg. He'd started to bleed out, eyes practically begging for her to help him...

But hell, she'd given up THAT ghost a long time ago. Now, it was all about who could help HER. And since he was dying already, why not exchange some petting and/or kissing? It killed him faster, but at least he wouldn't writhe around in pain until he finally bled out or went into shock.

And ooh, the contact would keep her going for at least a couple days. Skin on skin, lips to lips, heat through the thin layers of clothing...mmm, it was enough to give her shivers. If she ever found the Pagan God who'd give her the family curse, she'd just kiss the hell outta him until he shriveled up and died. Or her; it didn't really matter. She was an equal opportunity kind of girl.

Looking around at the gathered soldiers, she couldn't help but grin wickedly. The fun was over, but it looked like the winning side wasn't worse for wear, and if she'd counted correctly, they'd only taken out a part of the pack. Which meant that all the Daddy's and Mommy's who'd made the fuckers they'd killed would be looking for revenge.

Oh yay, someone was gonna rage war! She LOVED wars! Wars meant more guns, more killing, more screaming...and more touching. Oh, the shivers of anticipation she felt when thinking of all those big, strong men she could kiss out on the battlefield.

...Yeah, it was true; whatever sanity she'd possessed had died a horrible little death somewhere down the road. But, in truth, she was better off without it.

"I'll call the chopper if I can have shotgun!" She crowed, practically skipping over to her bike. "I promise I won't try to bite the pilot this time, okay? I CALL SHOTGUN!"

[Lt. Lucien Calugarul]

Ah, finally, an end to the fighting. As always, peaceful silence crashed in on the once-busy battlefield, interrupted only by the faint cawing of crows. They would have a feast tonight, if the Cleaning Crew left anything behind.

Which they never did. It was almost...intimidating; how easy it was to erase one's very presence. What if the Were's had families that would miss them? Wives, children, brothers, sisters? Even monsters had loved ones, did they not?

He looked down at one dead Were, face frozen in a death-snarl. Then again, he was lying through his teeth if he claimed to give a shit.

Cleaning off the large blade of his Bowie knife, Lucien slid the weapon back into the holster at his back, surveying the scene with a cool eye. Rae was skipping off to her bike, which was good, given the last time the Cleaners had arrived, she'd tried to 'see what's under the wrapping paper' of their suits. It had caused all kinds of problems, and only his threatening to lock her in with his 'guest' in the Interrogation Room had been enough to get her off of the scene.

And speaking of interrogations...ah, so they'd left one alive. As the others checked their weapons, traded triumphant grins and commenced with the metaphorical back-slapping, he moved over to the now unconscious Were. At Curse's question, the older soldier merely shrugged, helping one of the cleaning crew heft their prisoner into the back of one of their white vans.

"Bring him to the Compound," He said slowly, enounciating every word carefully. "If he regains conciousness, give him tranquilizer. I will see to him when we return."

At the answering nod, he turned back to the team, sending John a droll look as the man's question reached him. Du, Sheppard could think of nothing but women, he thought with a little shake of his head. It was too bad that the woman of his affections seemed less touch-able than the one with the death-curse.

Shrugging out of his jacket, he silently handed it to Kat with a small nod of respect. He would never have thought that he would be under the command of a woman ten years his junior, but he wasn't so egotistical to care. He was a soldier, and soldiers followed their superiors. From what he could see, Katarina wasn't about to get him killed. That was all he needed.

[Lt. Derek DeVoux]

Sweet Mother Of Mary.

His crew was a bunch of insane idiots with death wishes. That was the only conclusion Derek could come to as he watched the smack down happening right before his eyes. Between Rae and her crazy ass kiss of death, Lucien and his taste for torture, Kat and her bloodlust, John and his sparklies and Curse's general battle hunger, Derek sometimes thought he was the only sane one.

OH wait.. scratch that.

Since he changed into a huge black wolf that relished the fight every bit as the rest of them he guessed that he was just as psychotic as they were. After all, hadn't he volunteered for this tour of duty when word had reached him at the Den? Hadn't he missed the thrill of a good raid gone as planned? He couldn't believe it when the call had come in from Kat about the special unit and had practically lept at the chance to be back in the thick of things. Especially when he'd found out Curse was already in for the money. Someone had to keep the bastard alive after all. The fucker was crazy and didn't have the sense to look after his own neck, Derek thought fondly of his best friend.

After destroying his own opponent and taking down another, the rugged shapeshifter phased back to his human form and was glad his magic allowed him to ghost clothing. Lani would have had his ass if he'd had to run around naked in front of the two women on the squad and that was one woman he didn't want pissed at his ass. She had ways to torture a man that made him cringe at the mere hint of her anger. Damn, he loved that little hell cat.

Turning his attention back to the scene, he nodded at Curse and helped him throw the live were's in the back of the truck. Sedative shots were administered and then Derek jumped in the front of the vehicle to drive it to the destination pick up. Everyone seemed to be getting themselves in order so the wolf ordered the move out and threw the truck into gear. They needed to get the hell out of dodge before any more attention fell on them.


"LETS ROLL!" he barked out, knowing Kat would agree.

Curse barreled into the passenger side door just as he gunned the engine and then they were off. Derek had no doubt the others would be in close tail.