Welcome to the Jungle {Open}

[zeke]

When you see me comin' flying down the road
You know I ain't afraid to lay it down
Yea got me some leather. Leather is my skin
Black'n'chrome flashin' through the town.
Some call me the WARLORD 'cause I'm a god-damn
bad machine, young'n'hungry, not too proud'n'mean
Ride, ride, ride, I'm the WARLORD of the road,
Riding, riding, riding, ain't never growin' old.


So this was what passed for the military those days? Maybe it was just him who was getting too old for this? Nah, it wasn’t that. He still had enough in him to give them a run for their money.

And why was everyone looking at him?

Oh right? The handcuffs and the guys with semi-automatics pointed towards his head. Guess they didn’t get many death row convicts in there to join the team. Not to mention that this whole show was a little over the top when they could just press a button and he would go bye-bye. But what did he knew anyways? He was just the designed pilot.

“You mind taking these off?”
His voice was low and rough, sending chills through the spine of the guards, a few of then was even shaking. Yeah, they’ve heard about him…about what he done and what he was capable of.

The guards looked between themselves, unsure.

“Come on, we’re in a secret military base in the middle of nowhere here, where I’m going to run to?”

Like running was even an option.

Once they unrestrained him, Zeke rubbed his wrists and glanced around. So this was home base for? How long? Probably until the day he died, oh joy! Ah it would probably be more entertaining than stand in front of the TV drinking beers, so quit complaining old man!

One of the soldiers approached him. The one that looked like a kid who just quit the diapers and with a smug grin on his lips. “So this is the big bad Ezekiel Stone?” he asked, “You don’t look so though to me. Why don’t you show me what you’re made of big guy?”

That was rich, the kid thinking he could best him.

Stepping into the mat, Zeke eyed the kid when he rambled on about the training rules, so raising a hand, Ezekiel stopped his moronic babbling. “There is only one rule when it comes to combat kid…” he said and then placed a well aimed kick between the kid’s legs, watching him drop to the floor with a pained yell. “There are no rules.”

Ha, and he didn’t even need to go all Hulk on the kid. Who found those bozos?

“This way,” the guard told him and he followed them through a maze of corridors and towards the base’s hangar where his bird waited for him. The MI-24 Hind was quite a sight, an ugly and mean looking Russian-built gunship that not only packed a heavy punch but could transport troops as well.

He couldn’t wait for a chance to play with his new toy.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah.
Just zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox.
I don’t really care where you live at,
Just turn around boy and let me hit that.
Don’t be a little bitch with your chit chat,
Just show me where your dick’s at.
Music starts
Listen hot stuff
Im in love
With this song
So just hush baby shut up

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“Jiggleypuff, I choose YOU!” Putting the skinny guy below her into a headlock, Raven squealed in joy at the close proximity of that sweaty body to hers. It didn’t matter that there was that awful separation between leather and cloth, or that the guy was practically flailing in an attempt to get away from her. Nor the fact that some annoying voices were practically pleading for her to lay off.

What could she say; she was easy when it came to touching. Give her a pat on the back, or the chance to bear hug a panicking new recruit and she was a happy clam.

Releasing the soldier with a laugh, she watched as he scurried back to his friends. He started to pat himself down, as if surprised that body parts weren’t falling off and the sight was so damn amusing that she could help but laugh again. The sound boomed around the little training room like a peal of thunder, and what few eyes had been focused on punching bags and boxing gloves turned her way.

Ah, she loved getting attention. It was like…rain for a flower, or some poetic shit like that. With a regal bow that she performed a few times in each direction, she straightened and blew her opponent a kiss. The kid blanched, and she cackled again.

Yeah, just leave it to a certain family curse to make a girl find humor in the insulting. She had a bad ass reputation as being a crazy bitch, but would she purposefully make a fellow soldier suffer the pain of dying by whatever means Fated for them? Of course not! She was loyal, dedicated, the pride and joy of Uncle Sam himself…

She couldn’t help but snort at that thought. Oh yeah, she was GI frikken Jane. Did it count that she tried to do her best to wear her shoulder length leather gloves and stockings whenever she was around other people? To her, it really did. So what if she liked to go around on the battlefield, making out with enemy soldiers before they could shoot her, and watching as they writhed around on the ground, drowning in their own blood? It was WAR, people. Shit happened.

Ugh, and kept on happening. Just once, she’d love to hold something not battery powered or flailing around like a choking monkey like little Davy Speck had. With the fight over, she began to slowly strip her gloves off. The soldiers around her backed up a few steps as she did so.

“You guys are SO pansies,” She said with a roll of her eyes. Turning around, she shot a clawed hand out in the direction of a boxer in the ring behind her, shaking her head sadly as the guy stumbled back. “Afraid of a girl. Talk about big, tough black ops guys. Pathetic. Utterly pathet…ooh, honor guard?”

As a troop of men proceeded to march down the hall passed the training room door, Rae couldn’t help but poke her head out curiously, watching them. One cute butt, two cute butts, one not-so-cute butt…what was going on here? Some big shot in who needed an escort?

Ooh, and did said big shot need some extra hands with his own personal guard? She knew that her stint in the ‘Shadow Team’- next thing she knew, she’d be saying hello to Captain America…gag- wasn’t going to be for long, given her track record with authority figures. She was just counting the days until she got that inevitable boot in the ass, so why not make sure she’d have some cash to turn to when the kicking was over? Curiously, she followed the group to the hangers, and paused near the large doorway, watching with a brow raised. There was someone groaning on the ground behind her, the guards were looking edgy as hell as they regarded the big guy in the center, and…

Oh, Aunty Em, set the table for eleven, now! We’ve got another baddy. She just shivered with anticipation to meet this guy.

Moving forward, she couldn’t help but skip over and steal a pair of handcuffs that one of the guards was holding, whirling away to perch herself on the hood of a hummer, watching the new guy watch the bird in front of him.

“Pretty girl, ain’t she?” She said with a wide grin, swinging the cuffs around her finger. Like a bird, she tilted her head, eyes flickering from face to face. “Not to hard to steal, if you know what you’re doing. But you guys don’t look like professionals on the take to me. Why are you here?”


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[zeke]

His mind immediately started going over the specs.

The core of the aircraft was derived from the Mil Mi-8: two top-mounted turboshaft engines driving a mid-mounted 17.3 m five-blade main rotor and a three-blade tail rotor. The engine configuration gave the aircraft its distinctive double air intake. Original versions have an angular greenhouse-style cockpit; Model D and later have a characteristic tandem cockpit with a "double bubble" canopy. Other airframe components came from the Mi-14 "Haze". Two mid-mounted stub wings provide weapon hardpoints, each offering three stations, in addition to providing lift. The load-out mix is mission dependent; Mi-24s can be tasked with close air support, anti-tank operations, or aerial combat.

The body is heavily armored and can resist impacts from .50 caliber (12.7 mm) rounds from all angles, including the titanium rotor blades. The cockpit is an even more heavily armored titanium tub and can resist impact from 37mm cannon rounds. The cockpit and crew compartment are over pressurized to protect the crew in NBC conditions…

The voice that intruded his thoughts had him raising a brow and turning his head to see who was talking. And heck, it was one nice package, he would return the grin but…he’d very rarely smiled and couldn’t even remember the last time he had done so. But after six freaking months locked up in a prison cell, well he did take notice of her.

“No she isn’t, she is a mean looking beast and that’s just how I like her” he replied with that rough chilling voice that had the troopers nervous but he didn’t gave them much attention. “And as off now, this is MY bird. Steal her or so much scratch the paint and I will be angry, and let’s say no one wants that to happen,” turning his eyes to the troopers next to him, Zeke glared at them. “Isn’t that right boys?”

And there they went shaking again. Hell, where were all the though soldiers? Did they all become a pitiful group of pansies while he wasn’t looking? The woman seemed to have more guts than all of them together, what great shame to the male species they were…

Time to teach those idiots a lesson.

“You didn’t take the safety off rookie,” he told to the closest trooper to him.

“I…I’m not a…rookie, I’ve been a trooper for five years now. I…I took the safety off!” the soldier stuttered.

Rolling his eyes, Zeke gave him a dismissive look. “Whatever you say bub.”

The soldier looked steadily at him, but his nervousness took the better of him and he took his eyes from his target to check the safety of the gun. It was just a second, but it was enough.

Reaching for the gun barrel before the soldier could react, Ezekiel smashed the gun’s butt against the guys nose, making the man loose his hold at the rifle and fall to the floor with a bleeding nose.

Immediately the other troopers stepped back and aimed their laser sights at Ezekiel’s head, ready to fire. Ignoring them as if they weren’t even there, he calmly checked the weapon and with practiced ease, removed the bullet clip and tossed it back to the fallen soldier on the floor.

“My mistake.”

Turning back to the woman, he shook his head.

“Some moron up in the chain of command thought this base needed a pilot to babysit their top agents,” with a disgusted sigh he massaged the bridge of his nose, “I seriously hope they are better than this bunch of losers.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Oh wow, wasn’t this a sight for sore eyes? One guy, in all of his muscley glory, was making a bunch of bad ass mofo’s shake in their shitkickers. Hell, on any normal day, the guards surrounding the big, bad Bald One looked like they were liable to do some damage to the other team. Even the kid, shaking in his boots or no, had that edgy look to him that practically screamed ‘experience with shooting people.’

But, with one well placed glare, all of them were reduced to wary-eyed prey. Man, she wasn’t the only monster in the place, was she? To be annoyed or happy; it was up in the air.

When the man spoke about the consequences of stealing the bad mama-jamba helicopter, she silently bowed at the waist in a ‘yes, sa’heeb’ manner, a Joker-like grin on her face. To be unknown enough to have one’s reputation so thoroughly stomped on! All the other guys around the compound, knowledgeable about her…colorful reputation, would rather shit bricks than speak in such tones to her.

She was known for her unstable personality; her willingness to kick ass and take names when the bodies hid the floor. She loved to fight, to kill, to maim and destroy…and it didn’t matter what side she played for.

But this guy? Something told her that, even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

“Oh my GAWD,” She sighed at both the thought and the sight of his kicking the crap out of an unsuspecting soldier. “I think I’ve just come. Please tell me that you’re staying. And if you’re not staying; please tell me who I’d have to kill to make you stay.”

The whole ‘kick the kid’ thing was probably done for anyone who was watching, she thought with a little wiggle of respect. Any guy could look tough and talk like he shat nails every morning, but it took a whole ‘nother bag of goods to actually live up to the rep. Anyone who’d chanced a glance into the hanger- the big wigs upstairs with their cameras, the guards, anyone from the training room behind them…her, even- would see that, with one move, a single man had taken a trained guard by surprise, broken his nose with one swipe, and made everyone else with a gun look like they’d rather swiss cheese him.

Nobody liked to mess with the unstable ones, after all. Oh yeah, she was really going to like this guy. A lot.

Poor schmuck. She wondered what his death would be. Probably shot until his body was a stain, she thought with a sad sigh. That’d definitely be a waste, so she’d keep her urge to do some full on body-rubbing to herself.

“Oh, don’t you worry, big man,” She said casually, cocking one leg up onto the hummer’s hood as she inspected her nails. They were the same color as the blood gushing from the whining soldier’s nose. “We’re much better. For one, you won’t “think” anything about where the safeties on our guns are. Oh, and by the way? That was hot.”

Hopping off of the hood as the soldiers surrounding the guy started to twitch in earnest, she couldn’t help but saunter closer. She didn’t have her gloves on, so she’d have to keep her distance, dammit. But the whining at her heeled feet caught her attention, and like a child, her mind forgot about the Bald One and focused on the soldier currently trying to stop half his body weight from gushing out his nose.

“Aw, poor baby,” She cooed, letting her hand hover over his head. The soldiers currently forming a ring around the new guy tensed, but she hardly noticed. “Want mama to kiss it better? Poor little thing…but if I kiss it all better, you’d just die. I wonder how you’d die. Probably all nice and cozy in your bed; one comfortable breath in and out. Sweet, warm breath…”

As she spoke, her hand drifted closer to his face. But, of frigging COURSE, before she could get anywhere close to him, a familiar voice barked out, cutting through her little reverie.

Ah, good ‘ol Lucien, also known as ‘Vlad.’ Always the lion tamer, that one.

“Raven!” He barked, standing in the doorway that led to the training room. “You need your gloves to do that, yes?”

With a dramatic wince, she winked at Zeke before hopping to her feet to wave a hand dismissively at her friend. “Ooh, busted. Yeah, yeah, Mom! I wasn’t gonna do anything; I’m just playing with the Commander’s new toy. Go back to sparring; I’m not in the mood to get thrown in the brig. Again.”

She have another wink over her shoulder at the gathered men, as Lucien turned to leave, shaking his head.

“Got my own private little getaway down there. But anyway,” She turned around to face them again, eyes on Zeke and hands on her hips. “You’re our new flyboy? Well, aren’t you lucky. I’m Raven Neftari, you’re resident psycho…well, other than the Doc. What the hell did you do to deserve getting thrown in with us?”

[zeke]

You’d think the bureaucrat that talked with him after they had ended messing up with his body would bother filling him in with who he was going to work, but off course not, he was more interested in saying they had placed a bomb inside his chest that would blow him to bits if he didn’t cooperate, the fuckers. That guy was probably in a hospital bed still. Yeah, Zeke hadn’t taken the news very well. Ah but the guy would walk again…in six or seven months. Good thing the bastards that wanted his expertise cared more about him doing the job than the messenger they’d send.

The government, they would certainly lose the next elections if he had a say in it. Who had the bright idea to get a convicted mass murder, make him even more dangerous and place him in control of a combat craft?

His brow rose in amusement, he eyed the woman. Wasn’t he that was supposed to be the horny ex-con that just left prison anyways? Because for a minute he could almost believe it was her. Not that he was complaining, but stable woman just didn’t have this reaction to a scary ass man like him.

“Doesn’t look like I have much of a choice,” he replied to her. Not until he’d find a way to disarm the explosive inside him without blowing up anyways. And she was one of the team he would be working with? Great, at least she wasn’t shaking like those pansies.

Watching as she jumped down and moved towards the fallen trooper, he had no idea what the hell was going on, but the soldier seemed like he was about to piss his pants while she hovered her hand over his face. What was that talking about dying if she kissed him? That was a joke, right? But if it was, the soldier was taking that joke way too seriously.

Well, he’d hear the ones in this team weren’t your ordinary soldiers.

And then there was the other guy at the door, Romanian if he was right about the accent. Ezekiel had been in enough missions to be familiarized enough with some accents. Heck, he’d be able to recognize at least twenty different accents from guys screaming after he’d kick them out of his chopper in mid flight with no parachute. And he’d bet good money that guy would scream Romanian.

“Ezekiel Stone, and it might be because of my tax evasion,” he replied to her question about why he was there before continuing in a nonchalant kind of way, “Or maybe going crazy one night and killing a lot of people, not sure which one just yet.”

Why hide it? They’d probably had access to his profile anyways, and that would keep the morons in that place on their toes around him, so it would serve a purpose.

“What about you? You don’t seem like GI Jane kind of material.”

Really not, GI Jane’s were big muscular women, very uptight and with no sense of humor or a nice looking set of legs like hers.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Oh, the anonymity! The lack of reaction to her name! She was just TORN between annoyance and amusement as she watched him, smile curling her lips once more. She was famous in the mercenary world as far as she knew, when she was in the game…but this big, bad mother trucker didn’t even bat an eyelash when she introduced herself!

How the mighty have fallen. Damn, she’d really liked that street rep of hers. Poor thing…she’d have to give it a right nice burial after all this FBI bullcrap was over and done with.

“You’re a funny man, Ezekiel Stone,” She purred, walking around the twitching guards with that same smirk on her face. Hot damn, these poor boys were ready to piss their pants, weren’t they? She wrinkled her nose, smelling the salt tang of sweat and nervousness as she came closer.

Talk about the wrong type of cajones to send into the Shadow compound. If these guys couldn’t handle her and the Bald One, how were they going to react to the supernatural baddies that the Team was always sent into take care of?

She really hated working with amateurs. Thank ALL that was holy that their little group was less twitchy, or she’d have to nuke the place out of pure necessity. And these guys called themselves black ops…

Leaning forward, she blew on the neck of one of the guys standing guard over the new guy, laughing when he jumped.

“RAVEN!” Lucien roared from somewhere behind her.

Backing off with a disgusted sigh, she shook her head. “All-fucking-RIGHT, Lucien! Jesus Christ, go lurk in some other corner! I’M NOT TOUCHING ANYONE! Goddamn.” Turning back to Zeke, she rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Say goodbye to the word ‘fun’ around here, man. These people have sticks shoved so far up their asses, I’m surprised that they don’t have to walk bent over to get through doorways.”

Grumbling, she wandered closer to the guy, letting her eyes wander for a few minutes before answering his question. Well, wasn’t that a loaded one? Where could she start?

“Oh, I just killed someone influential and got caught before I could find a nice hole to wait out the storm. Uncle Sam offered me immunity if I played nice with the soldiers and gave up my bad, sinful ways.” With a cackle, she turned to move closer to the coveted helicopter, running a finger along the shining side.

“Now, here’s another question for you; do you come with the care package? ‘Cause they’re starting to smell a bit rank, and I’ve got this delicate disposition.” Her eyes flickered to the guards and, with her fingers held up in claws, she leapt forward and hissed, proceeding to dissolve into laughter as all of the men fell back as one.

“Aw, man, this’ just fun! You wanna give it a try? They seem scared as all hell of you, too. Which’s also really hot. Just so you know.”

[zeke]

Dammit, dammit, dammit!
Humanity’s best hope, HA! As if it wasn’t enough that his team was supposed to escort the big bad boogeyman Stone, they had to bump into the batshit crazy Neftari girl?

Warren was seriously beginning to consider accepting the command of this black ops team had been such a good idea after all. Back then he had believed this new assignment to be a well deserved promotion, now he believed it might be some type of punishment. Not even half-hour in this compound and Paul was down with a broken nose, had his gun taken away from him and had almost pissed in his pants when Neftari came close to touch the life out of him.

Crap, who was he to scowl down at his soldier when he couldn’t even stop himself from shaking?

Crap! Get a hold of yourself Warren!
And start thinking of a way to pull your men back before they become the laughing stock of the army.

…

She found him funny?
Yeah, this Raven was definitively insane, but sanity was so overrated those days. The crazy soldiers, the ones that gave their enemies nightmare - and sometimes their allies too – where the ones that would get this kind of job done.

Come on, they told him about monsters. Zeke would laugh if he could remember how to do it, but they’d offer him a way out of the electric chair and made their alterations on him, making him even stronger and nastier, so suddenly it didn’t sound that much as laughing matter anymore.

Eyeing the other soldier that seemed to stalk Raven, Ezekiel made no mention of addressing the Romanian. What he had to tell to the guy anyway? Nice chit-chat and comment on the weather? It wasn’t his thing.

“I’ve spent the last six months in a maximum security cell, felt like a hole. Not so sure it would be so much better hiding into one. And who is that guy anyways? Your parole officer? Why those amateurs look like they are about to scream like little girls if you touch them?”

So alright, he usually wasn’t that talkative but this information seemed one worth having if he was sticking around that place.

“If by caring you mean about to rip their freaking heads for pointing their pea shooters at me, yes, I’m a very caring kind of man.”

And she found his scary ways hot? Could he send those boys home and just get it on with her in that chopper…for good luck?

Six freaking months man!

…

His team was sent to deliver Stone to the compound, mission accomplished. It was a good idea to get Paul out of there and into some medical care and away from those freaks.

Yeah, that was a good excuse to get his team out and try to maintain some dignity.

And before he could even react, Stone had turned towards him with this look on his face that would surely give him nightmares and Warren tensed, his trigger finger shaking as the boogeyman pressed his forehead against the barrel of his rifle.

“I’m getting sick and tired of you morons pointing those guns at me, you better shoot or get the hell out of my sight before I get really angry!”

Talk about a scary crazy guy!

The rest of his team seemed unsure if they should point their rifles at Stone or Neftari. Crap, he had done his job, he was out of there.

“Alright team, time to move! We’ve accomplished our mission, the package now is their freaking problem, not ours. Pull out!”

Needless to say, his team was eager to obey such an order.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

“Run, forest, run!” With yet another laugh as the guards turned as one to march away from them, Rae couldn’t help but smack at her leg, almost bent over with mirth. Holy hell, the US of A had really lowered their standards a bit in the last ten years. Why, she remembered the guy who used to hang around her daddy; all vets and army drop outs who were too tough for the core. Man, none of them would’ve blinked an eyeball if she’d booed them, and they knew about her curse!

But these little horse puckies? Man, she really wished she could’ve redone that fateful Venezuela job. Then she’d be sipping mai tais on some island out in the middle of nowhere, scouting out a band of baddies and rolling in the damn mullah. Not cooling her heels in a secret compound, being yelled at by a CO who looked like she weighed as much as a toothpick.

Ah, a girl had to love real life. So much, in fact, that if she had one of John’s high powered nuc’s right now…

With a little shake of her head, she switched her attention back to the cutie pie currently drooling over his new birdie. Men and their big machines…damn, she really did hope that he wasn’t making up for something. Not that she’d ever get the chance to find out, outside of the showers- what? Those holes in the walls were medicinal!- with her damn luck lately, but she could hope.

“Max sec, huh?” With a curious tilt to her head, she eyed him up and down. “Yeah, you definitely look like a con- which’s a compliment, by the way. What’d you do? Kill somebody famous?”

At the second part of his query, Rae glanced back at the now empty hallway. Oh thank you Jesus, her babysitter had found something else to occupy his time. “Yeah, he wishes. That’s Lucien Calugarul; Interrogation Specialist for the team. We all know him as ‘Vlad.’ But speaking of prisons; you just got out, right? You said you were stuck there for a long time?”

Her libido was practically doing a happy dance at the thought. Maybe just one little kissy-kissy? A grope or two? SOMETHING to keep her going for the next 24 hours, before she could sneak off base and find some mean ass biker who wouldn’t be missed? Before she could stop herself, she moved closer, saucy grin on her face as she looked up at him. Ah, just a few more inches closer and she’d get that coveted touch…but dammit, she could practically feel those security cameras zooming down on her head, and the last thing she wanted was to be locked up in the hole. Again.

Go figure that her, Queen of the Dysfunctional, would be terrified of small spaces. Talk about annoying.

With a sad sigh, she traced a finger along the side of the helicopter again, backing off until there was a semblance of a respectful distance between them.
“Eh fuckit, forget that. See, I WAS going to ask you if you’d let me screw your brains out, but there’s that little problem you noticed before standing in the way.” Looking up at him again, she winked and wiggled a finger while letting a sad moue cross over her lips.

“I kill people when I touch them with my bare skin. Just one little brush…and BAM. You die in horrible, disgusting ways right there on the floor. Pity…I bet you’d be one helluva ride.”

[zeke]

If he killed someone famous? Zeke wasn’t sure, but he had made a lot of dead people turn into freaking celebrities after he’d went on his berserk hulk mode and made the place look like a war zone. And the best part? He couldn’t even remember why he’d had done it, like someone had flipped a switch on his brain and he’d turned into a murderous monster.

It wasn’t that just freaking great?

Not really a surprise they used his sorry ass for experiments afterwards. Who would miss him after what he had done? So for all purposes, the official line was that Ezekiel Rafferty Stone had died in prison after some bad ass convict got lucky and killed him.

Vlad, it was a fitting callsign for a Romanian dude. Not that Zeke ever cared for callsigns, it wasn’t a tea party to make up nicknames for each other, it was a job he had no recollection of signing for.

“Yeah, six damned long months and the only thing in sight were those ugly ass prison guards! And they didn’t even give me the courtesy of giving me a free night in town after they finished sewing me back together when they were done.”

And there she was, just an inch from him with that bright grin and all of those hot curves. The little devil in his left shoulder was telling him to grab her and do things to her that would have however was peeking through those cameras blushing in shame. The little angel on his right shoulder? It was asking him what the hell he was waiting for.

But before Zeke could make a move, she pulled back.

Raising a brow he listened to her as she explained about her nasty curse. He had no idea how that worked but by the way that soldier almost pissed his pants and the Vlad guy watching her like a hawk, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to doubt it.

“Yeah, that really sucks.”

He told her with a disappointed look over as he moved to walk past her, and just then he stopped for a moment and grabbed her rear that had the coverage of a layer of clothing between them.

“It would be the ride of your life…but if this is only about skin contact…all you need is a little imagination.”

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

“Aw, you poor baby…wait, did you say ‘sewed you back up?’ Holy shit, son, what the hell does that mean? You some kinda Frankenstein or something?” Looking at him through her lashes with a brow raised curiously, she was about to continue, maybe throw out another sarcastic jab since he didn’t sound like he minded her cutting tongue…

And practically jumped a foot in the air when he squeezed her leather covered ass. Holy shit on a stick, man, had she just been GOOSED? Her? Talk about some major happy-kitty-purring tumbling out of her throat as she closed her eyes and savored the sensation.

Oh, just a little closer, just a little harder. It was like a drug; all the touching that people took for granted. It was like she was starving for contact, and with one, probably jokingly harmless little pinch, she was just about ready to watch him die, of only to get more. Closer.

This guy was going to end up being too hot for his own good; she could see it right now. She’d have to keep on her toes, go for those stupid Goth-vamps down in the Quarter and beat up her fellow teammates, or she’d be all over him like flies to shit.

Man, talk about hormones flying, she thought with an inner snort. At this point, she’d be all over the bus boy if he gave her the right signals…but hey, he’d started it. The consequences were SO his fault from here on out.

Leaning forward on the helicopter, she couldn’t help but grin at him from over her shoulder. “Oh my God, I think I just came again. I can tell right now that I’m gonna like you, Stone. Are you propositioning me, by any chance? Please, for all that’s holy, say you are. I don’t usually like going halfsies with the touching...but mmm, after that, you just made me so hungry.”

She pushed herself off the copter and moved toward him, a wide grin on her face as she watched him. Would he run away now? Laugh and tell her he was joking? Ooh, if he did that, she was gonna rip his nuts off and feed them to him, he could count on that.

“But then again, the Commander would lock me up in the hole again if I kill you by mistake. I think we got two choices, big man. We can go hop in your new toy and try out this ‘imagination’ thing of yours, or I can show you around the compound and think up dark corners where I can jump you later. Your choice.”

[zeke]

A woman that could kill him with a single touch. Six months in a freaking prison cell with only his own company to keep.

Turning around, he fell silent for a moment and lazily let his eyes scan her figure. All the right curves in the right places. As a deer before a starving lion, his mind was already picturing a lot of scenarios and naughty fantasies. Needles to say, she wasn’t the only one feeling hungry.

Still a little slip, miss the focus and he was dead.

“I wouldn’t take you for the type to be afraid of pissing of the Commander or to worry about a little time in a cell.”

Wandering to the little toolbox near the plane, he leaned down and took the pair of gloves laying on top of it and inspected them for a second. They would definitively need their hands for it. Call him crazy but he was more than willing to take his chances on that.

Rising back up, he considered her words. They both seemed interesting, but a different path came to mind. So wandering over to her, Zeke grabbed her waist and tossed her on his shoulder as if she was weightless.

“How about this, we go into the chopper now and we pick dark places later?”

Without another world he dragged her inside the bird. If anyone had half a mind of walking in there and disturbing them, that would be the last thing they would do.

Don’t come in knocking if the chopper is rocking.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

With a contented purr, Raven slipped out of the chopper. Her legs felt like Jell-O, her brain was deliciously fuzzy, and if she wasn’t mistaken, one of Zeke’s gloves was sticking out of her shirt. Plucking it out with another happy sigh, she stretched her arms over her head while pulling her gloves back up her arms.

“Oh, yes, there is a God,” She said happily, purring again as certain unused muscles screamed in protest. Leaning back against the helicopter, she let her head fall back against the cool metal.

And she’d thought that good sex was only the hot and sweaty, skin on skin kind. Still holding the glove in her hand, she closed her eyes and did her best to savor the feelings still humming through her body. On more than one occasion, a guard or two- hell, even Lucien; she knew that disgusted gasp from hearing it so many times in the past- had tried to get into the hanger for some reason or another, but they’d quickly beat a hasty exit once they realized what was going on inside.

Man, they didn’t know the half of it. A slow smile curved her lips as she waited for the man himself to slide on out of the heli’, content to replay the past hour’s activities until her brain evaporated in her head.

Leaning sideways, she peered into the dark confines of the plane, what had to be called a shit eating grin on her face. “So, now that we’ve got all THAT out of the way,” She said, a teasing hint to her voice. “You can tell me how I rate on the ‘just outta prison piece of ass’ scale. If I’ve disappointed in any way, let me know and I’ll use my imagination on you all over again.”

She rolled her shoulders and grinned again, twirling his glove around her finger. “Or you can show me. Please, for all that’s holy, say that we get to keep you, Stone, or I might just go kill my CO.”

[zeke]

Damn it was good to be out of prison.

After six freaking months rotting in a small cell with only the nervous stares of ugly looking guards to keep him company, there was nothing like a hot and crazy assed woman to make him feel alive again. Never mind that he could die if he touched her skin, heck he’d do it all over again…and again.

Pulling his shirt back on, that would be the time when Zeke would be smiling, well if he’d do such a thing. No, but the now relaxed stance of his muscles told the whole story. Like the cat that ate the canary, he knew such sort of confraternizing between squad mates was frowned upon, but hell, why should he care? Just let them scowl if they wanted, he would break their jaw as his reply. Yeah, he wasn’t a man of many words, but he definitively could get his point across.

Stepping out, he was faced by Rae and man, didn’t that look in her face just made him want to drag her back inside tight then?

Lazily scratching his chin, he listened to her query and pretended to be in deep thought for a moment. She aimed to please, huh? In that event there was only one answer he could give her.

“Is that so? Because then I’d have to say it was freaking disappointing. We will probably have to do that over and over again until you get that right, I have an overactive imagination and there are a lot of things that I still want to try on you.”

With a teasing tilt of his head and a raise of his brow, he eyed her. Damn she was hot. And off course he was teasing her. Always leave them wanting for more, that was his motto.

As one of the soldier boys wandered into the hangar, unaware of what had been going on in there and was meet with one of Stone’s patented glares of ‘stay around and die’ glare, that had him running off on his merry way.

“So besides making idiots pee in their pants and do the tango with hot women in my bird – no one would dare to say it wasn’t his bird – what else there is to do in this place?”

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Well, talk about a surprise at that one. Disappointing? FREAKING disappointing! Thank God that he was so obviously joking, or she’d have ripped his nuts off just for making her feel bad! With a laugh, she proceeded to chuck a monkey wrench at his head before turning around to saunter over to one of the control panels keeping the heli’ on scene.

“We’ll save that one for later, hot stuff; I don’t wanna wear you out too quick. Not to mention that those stupid soldiers are probably ratting us out to Mom- ooh, wait ‘til you meet her; you’ll be praying for your prison cell again, lemme tell you. We’d better find another dark corner to fuck, or we’ll have to listen to a blah, blah, boring lecture.”

Giggling at the crassness of what she’d just said, Rae leaned back on the cold metal stand and crossed her ankles, watching him as he snarled at one poor soul who’d chanced a glance into the hanger. Jeeze, these guys really needed a hobby or something, when they weren’t out on ops, saving the world.

Could one say ‘gossip whores?’ They were grown men with muscles on their muscles, and loved to eavesdrop on everyone else’s conversation. Just wait until dinnertime; she’d walk in, and a whole bunch of mountainous men would be hunched over in the corner whispering ‘oh my GOD, did you see the new guy come in today? I wonder what they were doing in the hanger!’

God, save her fine ass from insanity, PLEASE. She really did miss being a mercenary. Back in the day, no one would have blinked an eyeball if she’d shot one of those pansies just for ha-ha’s. But noooo, now she had RULES and PUNISHMENTS. Freaking Commander and that stick-up-his-ass General. Just give her a Kevlar vest and the promise of some good booze, and she could handle half of the boring ass ops that they sent her on…

With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Rae merely shrugged, pushing herself off of the panels to strut back over to him. “Truthfully? Nothing the-fuck-much. I mean, if you get tired of smelling pee all day, you can beat the shit outta the idiots in the gym down the hall, or drown ‘em in the training pool. There’s a game room in the basement with a bunch of pool tables, darts and other things, but hell if you can find booze anywhere. There’s a movie room next door and they play passable movies. There’s also the Interrogation Wing, but Lucien gets real pissed off when people go down to watch him work. Other’n that…” She shook her head sadly, stopping a few feet away from him with a coy grin on her face. “This is why God created that big ‘ol city outside the compound. Tell you what; I’ll give you the grand tour, you check in with the Commander…then we’ll get outta this bore-fest and hit up the city ‘til she bleeds.”

[zeke]

Stretching his arms behind his back, that would be the part where Ezekiel Stone would be smiling after some good sex…that is, if he knew how to smile. There was something about his demeanor and his mean stare that scared any smile from ever crossing his lips.

When someone would bother him with asking why he didn’t smile, he’d given them the same answer he had before. ‘I’m smiling on the inside. Now stop asking stupid questions or I will have to show you your insides.’

Ha! That managed to keep stupid people from bothering him again.

And oh great, according to hot ass there, he was in a super secret military base with a bunch of nancy soldiers who spent their time gossiping and knitting. Woo-freacking-hoo! Those types wouldn’t last two minutes in the whole he had been sent into. Heck, he had to teach a lesson to more than one moron who tried to intimidate him. He was the one all the boogie man bad assess psychos in that hell hole feared. He wasn’t in solitary confinement for his protection, it was for theirs.

Probably things wouldn’t be all too different here. Thank God for insane ass Rae there or he would just have to go on a killing spree to avoid boredom.

“Beating down idiots and scare them to the point of making them have to switch their messy pants is all fun and all, but heck, no booze? Even in prison I managed to score some…all I had to do was threaten to kill the guards if they didn’t bring me a beer or two. HA! The idiots had a stock just for me.”

But hell, give him a beer, one hour of quality time with Rae and he would get his chopper to level whatever combat field they wanted him to.

“Yeah, I guess I was supposed to meet the commander and general a while ago, but since I don’t give a rat’s ass about who runs this damned place, how about we skip the formalities and just hit the city right now? I just got out of prison, made some stupid GI Joe pee in his pants and scored some steamy hot sex, now I need some booze.”