Okay, so Raven028 owns Jack; I own Sam. Neither of us own any of the other characters, but she and her Mysterious Muse friend have been kind enough to loan me Jack for the time being. The story introducing more of what Jack is about can be found here: .net/s/6536004/1/
Please R & R both stories.
Cheers,
- Gray
Chapter 1:
"I can't believe they'd just leave us like this," said Christmas. "We need Gunnar for this job."
"You can't? It sounds exactly like something they'd do," said Ying Yang from his perch on the desk. "Those two don't care about the team; just themselves." It had never been a secret that Ying Yang had never quite gotten over the ego kicking from when he and Gunnar toussled a year ago.
"Enough," Ross declared. "I'll go see Church tomorrow. He'll have someone who can replace Gunnar for this mission." He didn't want to hear any more of it. Jack was like a daughter to him and Gunnar... Well, he and Gunnar went way back.
"Maybe we should look for a permanent replacement," the small Asian man who had experienced little but trouble from the large German said.
"Enough!"
"He'll be back when he gets enough of her," said Tool like the wise, old grandfather of the group, even though he was no older than Barney.
The group disbanded with the decision, a temporary replacement would be found, but if the replacement turned out to work well with the group, an unlikely circumstance given the odd dynamic, then he'd be offered permanent status, and Gunnar and Jack, both of whom had proved to be very unreliable in the past, would be the temps brought in for odd jobs when necessary.
As it was, Jack already was a temp. She wasn't good in the jungle, didn't like bugs, dirt or long stake outs. Her temper made her useless for infiltration and no one would ever mistake her for being an innocent bystander in a plant. She was great at making a scene, causing destruction and in sighting violence.
The next morning Barney met with Mister Church and discussed the problem.
"I think I've got the perfect solution for you," Mister Church said. "Lieutenant Colonel Sam Dominey. War vet; served 8 years in Afghanistan with the Canadian army. Can shoot anything; can drive anything. Discharged last year as a result of some legal entanglement with one of the contractors."
"Selling secrets?" Barney asked; he had no interest in taking on someone who was willing to sell out their own country. The Canadian military was different; he'd never worked with a Canadian. He imagined that this Sam would be able to work on his own gear better than most of the others, and probably had a working knowledge of mechanics and aviation too. It seemed those Canucks were always understaffed and under armed as of late.
"No; assault," Church said handing over the file. It had all the information, though some was blacked out.
"No picture?"
"This isn't a beauty contest, Ross."
"Fair enough. Send him over tonight."
And with that, it was done. Gunnar's empty spot for this rescue mission was filled. Barney continued to read Dominey's jacket, noting the marksmanship records and awards as well as the numerous awards and medals given for bravery and leadership while in the field. And eight years in Afghanistan? Not many on the crew had ever seen active combat like that, and none had seen it in the last decade. It'd be nice to work with a real soldier again.
Jack was the closest they had, but her understanding of the discipline of a soldier was none existent. She hadn't lasted long enough in Marine training to reach active combat. She challenged authority and was a loose cannon; she wouldn't have lasted long even if she had been deployed.
And a Lieutenant Colonel to boot.
"Sam?"
"Church."
"Got a job for you."
"Perfect."