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"Now?" Foxface groaned. "Really? Couldn't Twister have picked a better time to pass out or something?"
"Sorry." Came McGee's garbled reply. Something was interfering with their comms, and everything was static or else almost unintelligible. "Lexie's with her, but I don't know how long we can hold these guys off for without her."
"Hold on. I'll be there in... 2 minutes? Can you hold out that long?"
"Yes, but hurry up!"
Foxface cursed; she may well have been the leader of their little group of renegade fighters but that did not mean she could be everywhere at once.
She sprinted towards the location showing up on her phone, that's not actually all that far she comforted herself.
Meanwhile, Twister was unconscious on the floor, Lexie was checking her vital signs and McGee was desperately hoping that they would all be okay, please let them all be okay...
McGee twisted around, killing three more of those stupid FBI agents, before several gunshots sounded in quick succession, too many to have come from merely one gun.
She tensed up, wondering if she had, been hit, but then a shouted "Get yourselves out of here!" spurred her into action.
McGee grabbed Twister's arms, and Lexie grabbed her legs as they moved her out of the danger zone and into the safety of the dark blue van they all now lived in.
The van looked very small on the outside; it seemed like there was barely enough room for one person to live in it, let alone four people living in comfort.
However, the inside was another story. There were four large bunks, a large dining/relaxing area, a kitchen and plenty of facilities for everyone to use.
The two girls deposited Twister on her bunk, and started to treat her numerous wounds before it became too late.
A sudden bang on the door startled all of them, and as the door slid open, McGee and Lexie drew their weapons, Twister still mercifully unconscious. However, it was only Foxface, and as she clambered in, there was another loud bang behind her.
"McGee, Lexie, get up front and get us out of here. The rest of the agents will be here soon, and we don't want to look like sitting ducks." Foxface instructed as she knelt down beside Twister and took over bandaging her wounds.
The two older girls agreed; Foxface may well have been the youngest of them all, but she knew what she was doing more than any of the other three.
They clambered into the driver's and passenger's seats, and took out a map from the glove compartment.
"Anywhere in particular?" McGee called through to Foxface.
"How about... New York?"
Lexie and McGee looked at each other, and shrugged. New York was as good a place as any to go to, so why not?
They started up the van, and pulled away from the scene of total devastation behind them.
Two hours later
"This is just a massacre." said Clint as he looked at the prone bodies of nearly fifty FBI agents, lying in pools of their own blood.
"I've seen worse." The smooth reply came instantly, and as always Clint found himself wondering just how much worse the things she had seen were.
"Tasha... How many have you seen dead?"
A pause, and then "Over two hundred. They were all killed by explosions."
Clint sighed inwardly; how much could she take before it all just became too much for her to take? He drew a deep breath, and straightened up from his crouched position from where he had examined one of the numerous bodies.
"Coulson?"
The smooth voice of their handler jarred Tasha back into the present; she had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she had not noticed Clint coming up behind her, or asking something for Coulson to consider.
"Clint."
"Any security footage, eyewitnesses, anything we can use here?"
"Unfortunately, no. However, the FBI did say that they sent all of these agents after a group of mercenaries for hire, codenames Twister, M, A and Foxface."
Clint cracked up; they were just weird names for any self-respecting group of men to have. "I guess these guys made quite the impression..." He trailed off, laughing so hard he could no longer stand upright, and was forced to grab Tasha for support.
"Clint," Coulson's voice held a warning tone, so Clint immediately ceased his fit of laughter, but continued to hold onto Tasha anyway.
"Yes Coulson?" Tasha replied, seeing as no-one was going to get a logical and coherent answer out of Clint anytime soon.
"They are all female, that is why their codenames are not exactly masculine."
"Do we know their real names?"
"No. However, we need you back at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ so you can be debriefed and find out what on earth is going on with them."
Tasha nodded, and turned to leave, but Coulson's voice stopped her.
"Do bring Clint back alive, otherwise you are in a hell load of trouble Agent Romanoff."
Tasha nodded again, and dragged Clint back to their S.H.I.E.L.D. issue car, parked at the curb, where, unbeknown to either of the two parties concerned, the blue van had been parked just two hours previously.
New York, whilst S.H.I.E.L.D. is at the scene
The four girls were huddled together on Twister's bunk. All of them were awake, and, as a team, decided to write down their stories, in a brief way.
Firstly, Lexie went up.
Code name: Lexie
Real name: Jo Harvelle
Age: 17
D.o.B.: 28/11/1996
Nationality: American
Preferred weaponry:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Foster children
History: Foster child, grew up with lots of older children. Ran away, found McGee, later joined by Twister and Foxface
Next, Twister wrote her details down, been as she was doing all the writing anyway.
Code name: Twister
Real name: Chase Rendall
Age: 15
D.o.B.: 27/3/1998
Nationality: American/Norwegian
Preferred weaponry: Bow + arrows, whip
Mother: Unknown
Father: Harper Rendall-deceased
Siblings: Older brother, Thomas Rendall
History: Abusive father, ran away with brother, but got ditched. Found McGee + Lexie, then later got joined by Foxface
Then McGee.
Code name: McGee
Real name: Hazel Anderson
Age: 16
D.o.B.: 24/7/1997
Nationality: American
Preferred weaponry: Bow + arrows
Mother: Bridget Anderson-deceased
Father: Jeremy Anderson
Siblings: None
History: Daughter of billionaire, but very unhappy with not seeing anyone, ran away, met Lexie, later joined by Twister then Foxface
And finally, their team leader: Foxface.
Code name: Foxface
Real name: Talia Belikova
Age: 13
D.o.B.: Unknown
Nationality: Russian
Preferred weaponry: Guns, knives, hand-to-hand combat
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
History: Red Room defector
The other three stared at Talia in horror; how could they have not realised she was Russian? Or, for that matter, trained to kill?
She glanced up at their silent faces, and inwardly sighed. The red hair and green eyes should have been a major giveaway, but apparently not.
"You wouldn't have guessed." She said, allowing her true Russian accent to bleed heavily through her honest words. "You were never meant to know."
"Why did you leave then?" McGee piped up.
"Because I met you."
Again, Talia sighed inwardly. It was like looking after younger children sometimes, but with the small exception that they were all older and taller than her.
"Look. I'm never, ever going to say this again so listen up. You are my family now. If you doubt me, think of all the times I have saved you, putting my life at risk for you. Each of us is vital to the team in our own way, so please just trust me when I say that I really am through with Red Room."
Three pairs of eyes met hers. They may not believe her, but they trust her nonetheless.
Guess who they find...
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