Not to the reader: This is my first time putting something up on this site, but not my first time writing my own fan fiction. I don't own the Loser myself except my own character. This crazy idea came to me after watching the movie and playing the game called mirrors edge. I have no idea where I'm going with this, there is going to be some Cougar/OC and Jensen/OC You got to love those two guys. I borrow one idea from some other writer who are genesis; the long running joke of Jensen sleepwalking and putting the walkie-talkies in the freezer to which I can see him doing that in the real world from someone who suffering from ADHD; which I will now rename joken heartily "the Jensen affect." Anyway have fun reading this story

-Midnight Rakuen

~The She Wolf~

There they were sitting in the dark, the Losers in another rundown building, on another lead where Max was suppose to be hiding out. Clay was going over the plans Aisha. Jensen's glasses gleamed from the screen of the laptop that he was working on for the last few hours; his figures furiously typed away as the clicking of the keys echoed thought out the room. He had his ears plugged into this make shift iPod. Pooch was cleaning his gun for the tenth time; not because it was dirty but out of a habit before he started working on the black Hummer. Cougar was watching the still night; his dark eyes darted form roof top to roof top. Not only was it his job to watch the others back but also to "babysit" Jensen; as said by Clay.

The night was silent, almost too silent. They could all hear the far off sound of the city cars horns blaring and the cries of the stray dogs barking. The Sniper shifted anxiously in his seat; he gut was telling him, something wasn't right. The loud hum of a distant helicopter broke the still night air.

"Cougar what is it?" Clay asked has he approached the Sniper.

Cougar's eyes scanned the distance. Just above horizon level he could see for what looked to be a search and rescue helicopter. Its spot lights darted the roof tops as it hover, coming ever so closer to them; by now the group was all gathered at the window where the sniper had perched himself at. Then they heard the sounds of the machine gun that was mounted on the helicopter.

"What the hell?" Clay muttered as he scratched his head.

In the distant they could see a figure running on top of the roof. The figure dogged in and out between the air vents and ductworks. The helicopter chased after the person as bullets shattered a cross the roof top.

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Her heart was racing, as she felt her steady pulse throb thought out her body. The bullets danced about her feet; she could feel the air brush against her skin as the came within inches of hitting their target.

Shit that was close. She thought, but then winced as a bullet nailed her in the arm. She stumbled but quickly regained her speed as she slid under the ductworks and then hurdled over the next. She could feel the warm liquid run down her arm. She saw the building ahead of her but there was no fire escape, nothing but windows. She speed up as she raced over, jumping the gaped between the building.

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The grouped dogged out of the way and scrambled for cover as the person jumped through the window followed by a shower of bullets. The person rolled a couple of times and quickly took cover with the rest of the group who was hiding behind the Hummer. The helicopter hovered right outside of the window firing at the group.

"Cougar, Aisha return fire!" Clay barked orders to the rest of the group.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Pooch screamed as he felt a bullet wiz by his head.

Cougar unloaded a couple of rounds from his sniper, as Aisha reloaded her gun. Jensen turned to the person that was sitting between him and Cougar. He noticed that her arm was bleeding heavily. The woman smiled sluggishly.

"I'M FINE!" She yelled over the gun fire and began to digging in her pockets.

Cougar slid down next to them and had the same puzzled look as he reloaded his gun. Their eyes widen with disbelief as she pulled a homemade pipe bomb out of her pocket and pulled the wick in half. She lit the match against the ground and set the wick a blaze.

"Throw it… throw it. Throw it!" Jensen began to rant; there was a hit of panic in his tone.

"Not yet." She yelled back.

The others started to quickly move away when they saw the bomb; the fuse getting short and shorter by the minuet. The bomb looked like it was packed with enough powder to bring down half the building.

"THROW THE BOMB!" Everyone yelled in unison. All of there attention was on the unnamed woman who was clutching the explosive.

"NOT YET!" She snarled back. "TRUST ME!"

The woman suddenly jumped up, chucking the explosive; as the others scattered for cover. The woman hit the ground as the helicopter exploded into a fiery ball. The explosion rattled the building as the lights flickered; as bits of the wreckage scatted around them. Clay's ears ringed as he was sent sliding across the room with the rest of his team.

Clay laid there for a few moments before he heard Aisha voice calling to him over the Comm. "Are you okay Clay?"

Clay just nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked over at Pooch who was lying near him. Pooch gave him a thumb up as a sign to show that he was okay. "Jensen, Cougar?" He called out.

"We're all fine here boss." Jensen replied as he helped his teammate up.

Cougar slowly got up, with the help of his friend. His eyes darted around for his hat; which was missing from his head. He caught a glimpse of his hat underneath a wall of sheetrock. Cougar lifted up the wall slightly and that's when he saw the arm. Looking under the broken wall he saw the woman laying there.

Turning to Jensen he yelled. "Ella necesita ayuda! (She needs help!)" Cougar the lift the wall as Jensen rushed to his aid, cursing under his breath when he saw the woman.

Pooch scrambled to his friends, as he grabbed the woman and Cougar's hat; pulling them out from underneath the collapsed wall. Pooch checked the woman's pulse for any sign of life. The woman had been the closest to the blast. Cougar grabbed his hat and dusted it off before placing it on his head.

"Damn, I'll be surprised if she even lives." Aisha said as she approached the group of men. Clay was close behind her.

"Who the hell is she?" Clay question as he looked over Pooches shoulders.

The woman was tall and leggy, with full breast, a small waist and slim hips. Her body was curved and her skin was a tan color or for what they could tell; with her body being covert in dirt. The woman hair was black and shinned, with two red streaks for bangs. Her right side of her face was tattoos with spirals around her right eye; she had her left eyebrow pierced. Nestled in between her breast was a pair of dog tags.

Jensen reached down, reading the tags aloud. "She wolf… Raven Wolf?" There was a puzzled sound in his voice. He glanced up at the others who were also puzzled.

The most puzzling thing about this woman was her clothes. They never had seen her kind of outfit in their line of work. She wore a black halter top and a pair of lose black baggy pants that just hanged low on her hips. They had a couple of chains hanging for them along with a pair of hand cuffs.

"Found a pulse." Pooch chirped up suddenly, with a sigh of relief.

The woman's eyes shot open, as they darted around the room; confused and started. Her eyes were golden yellow. The woman sprang up and stumbled away from the group, grabbing her arm. She let out a growl as she pulled out a knife; with labored breaths her eyes darted wildly about as she waited for the group to make their attack. The group jumped back as Aisha pulled out a gun. The woman looked like a wild animal cornered and she looked like she wasn't going down without a fight.

"Cat fight." Jensen said trying to lighten the mood.

"Shut the fuck up Jensen." Pooch slapped the blonde young man next to him.

"Whoa. We are not going to kill anyone." Clay quickly took control before it escalated. "Drop the gun, put down the blade."

Aisha lowered her gun, but her figure didn't lay off the trigger. The woman staggered slightly, blood was dripping from the gunshot wound as she was clasping with her free hand. A puddle of blood had quickly formed by her side.

The women's eyes widen when she realized who she was standing in font of them. "Y-you're them… I mean the Losers-" She stammered, she was dazed. "You're in danger… Max… the Runners... They are coming…" Her voice was getting sluggish as she blinked a couple of times. Her vision was blurring as she dropped her knife.

The woman stumbled forward, as she collapsed. Jensen and Cougar quickly caught her as she felt lip in their arms. Jensen quickly pressed her figures against her skin; where her jaw bone met her neck.

"Her pulse is fading." Jensen looked up at Clay. "If we don't get her medical attention quick she is goin' to bleed to death."

Clay looked down at the girl then back to his team. "Load her up." He grumbled. He seemed more irritated than normal. "We'll set up shop somewhere else. Jensen, Cougar; take care of your guest. Pooch and Aisha and I will load up."

Everyone headed off in their own job. Cougar found some clothe that he wrapped around the gunshot wound to make it stop bleeding. As Jensen watched her pulse and quietly talk to her; trying to get her to respond. The others loaded their belongings and guns into the Hummer.

Pooch took the wheel, with Aisha and Clay riding shotgun. The three argued back and forth about what to do with the wounded girl. Aisha figured that she almost got them killed that they should just drop her and let her rot but Clay wanted to know what she meant about Max. Jensen and Cougar were sitting in the back, with the wounded woman. The road was ruff and Pooch was trying to avoid the pot whole that scattered the road. Cougar stared down at the woman that was almost lifeless in his lap.

Her eyes flickered as the streetlights shot rays of light into the cab. She looked up at the sniper; who quietly return her gaze. She parted her lips and was about to say something.

Cougar placed his figures over her mouth. "Guardar su energía, ya que lo necesitará. (Save your energy, you will need it.) "

The woman smiled and slowly drifted back to sleep. Listening to the conversation; Jensen watched quietly without saying a word. Her pulse was now at a steady rate but it was still to slow.

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The world around her seemed cold and dark, but in the off distance she could hear the noised of air conditioner kicking on and the sound of the keys on a keyboard; on the far side of the room she could hear some other voices but she wouldn't make out what they were saying. She open her eyes; looking up at the ceiling. It was light; it might have been midday from what she guessed. She wondered how long she had been out, maybe a couple hours the most. She was lying on a bed, and from what she would tell a cheep hotel room bed.

She groaned as she rolled over facing the light. Her vision blurred as they adjusted to the sudden blinding light but after a while she could make out two shapes. One of the men was sitting at a small table; staring out watching the streets bellow. He looked a couple of years older than the young blondish man that was sitting hunched over the computer. Cougar's eyes darted to the bed when he heard the woman shifting; their eyes met. He gently tapped the computer tech on the shoulder; Jensen eyes flickered up at the Sniper. Cougar just nodded towards the bed. The computer tech rolled his chair over to the bed when he saw that the woman was up.

"Welcome back to the land of the livin'." Jensen said as he helped her sit up. "How ya' feelin'?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck…" The woman replied and then she looked down at herself realizing that she was no longer wearing her own clothes. She was wearing a pair of checkered boxers and a black men's tank top. "… and a little naked."

Aisha came over and sat down on the other side of the bed. "Sorry about the clothes. They were covered in blood; they have been washed and are now hanging in the bathroom." She did seem pleased by the stranger in their presence. "You can thank Cougar and Jensen for the new outfit."

The woman eyes darted to the two men near her. Cougar just tipped his hat with a smirk across his face. Jensen smiled before taking a deep breath. Everyone stared at the hack with a look that said if you start babbling we are going to shoot you.

"I didn't need 'em anyway… uh I mean it's not like I walk around naked all the time…" He just began to babble, as the whole group sighed. "I mean I wear boxers… its just… yeah I'm going to shut up." He stepped back cursing to himself quietly, feeling stupid.

The woman giggled. "Is he always like that." She turned back to the woman who was sitting next to here.

"Yeah, he as his quirks, but he's are Comm. and tech guy. Cougar over there… well he doesn't talk much; but as long range eliminations he's the best of the best…" Aisha began to explain the roles of the team to the woman. "…and Pooch he is our transpo. and heavy weapons guy. As for Clay he our-" She was interrupted.

"Operational control and leader of the team." The woman finished Aisha's sentence turning her attentions to the man they called Clay. "I know all about you and your men… after all it was my job."

The group now had all there attention on the strange woman, which sat among the group. Clay stepped forward, eyeballing her.

"What do you mean by 'it was'?" He asked looking a bit more serious.

"That's the job of a Runner. We're support to know everything about your target that we are support to eliminate." There was more of a colder tone in her voice.

The group looked a little bit surprised. They know they had people who wanted them dead but never figure they would face to face with them. Aisha pulled her gun out and placed it on the woman's temple. Any other person would have started begging for their life, but she just sat there waiting.

"Now can I blow her brains out!" Aisha turned to Clay with her finger on the trigger.

"So why didn't you kill us when you had the chance." Clay was ignored Aisha request. He wanted to see what the woman knew.

"Cause we both have a common enemy and he took something that belong to us both." The woman eyes narrowed as she began to explain. "I knew what happened in Bolivia; you where set up by that son of a bitch. I had seen your families, Jensen's sister and his niece. Pooch's wife and kid, there was no way people like you could have done something like that. Only a monster could." She clenched a fist; she could feel her blood began to boil.

There was a silence that fell among the group as they thought back to that day. It was support to be an easy mission just like any other, call in a bomb strike on a drug dealer but it gone south quickly. They had inadvertently killed twenty-five children. Their own government had burned them. They were now exiles. After they gave chase to Max, they soon found out that Aisha was the daughter of the drug dealer and as for the teamwork; one of their own sold them out. It was hard for them to admit but when they found out that it was Roque; it hit them hard the most.

Pooch bit his lip lower lip as he kicked the floor. Cougar shifted uneasy in his seat as his eyes darted down to the ground. Jensen laid by in his chair and removed his glassed, rubbing the bridge of his noise. He could feel a head ache coming on. Clay shifted his wait as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. They were the ones that were supposed to die on that helicopter, not the children.

"Now Max has his personal attack dogs after you aka the Runners. My name is Raven wolf but people called me She wolf or wolf for short. I was one of those so called Runners." Raven began to explain. "These people are different from anyone you ever face. What Max did to us… what he did to me… He can never be forgiven." She looked long off into a distance past that she will never be able to put behind her. "He started experimenting with gene splicing with humans. The experiments changed our bodies and made us into something different. No one should play God. It made us faster, more agile and in some cases stronger. In the end we became more like the animal we where so fondly named after." Her voice held so much hatred for that man.

"So what did he make you?" Clay questioned as he stepped closer to the strange woman.

"A wolf… what else." She said as she looked up at him with her golden eyes. "He gave Jake the ability to strike as fast as a snake. Cole was a strong as an ox and Jim was a stealthy as a tiger. Out of the five of us Cole and Jim died from the experiment; their body rejected the alien genes. Jake was somewhat stable. But as for Tobias and me your bodies accepted it like second nature."

"Who is Tobias?" Aisha asked but she kept her gun at head level. Raven had about at much hatred as she did for Max; but she just to close to him to be trusted.

Raven took a deep breath; this was more sensitive subject for her and any other. "He was once a great guy." She simply put it but there was hurt in her eyes. "He makes your sniper look like a kid throwing darts. He's got hawk eyes and a strike to kill."

"So what super powers do you have?" Jensen asked, he sounded as excited as a nerd in a comic book store. "I-I mean if I was able to get superpower… I think I would be superman… or maybe Spiderman… uhh… but then I thought about batman but he doesn't really have any superpowers… He just some guy in a cape-"

"Jensen!" Everyone snapped in unison. Even thought Jensen was only trying to lighten the dark mood that fell over the group, it still was unmannerly.

"It's okay. I came to except me for who I am." Raven smiled shaking her head, laughing at herself. "I adjust to my environment more easily and I can hear far better than most people. I have a strong endurance and loyally, but there was one flaw with me. You can take the wolf out of the wild but you can't take the wild out of the wolf. I'm no dog for his stick and twisted games."

"Besides bein' genetically altered what else do you Runners do?" Pooch was now standing. He asked the question that was on everyone's minds.

"We see the world differently, and we have a different fighting style. We hardly use guns, except for two of us. Our knifes and fists become our closet ally along with whatever comes at hand." She stared over at her knifes lying on the table that was near Cougar. She has one hunting knife and a few smaller set of knives which lay next to a black lighter. "We work under the radar, and the streets and rooftops become your playground. Besides being a trained assassin we are just like normal people… just like you; paid to do jobs no one else would." Raven eyes darted back up to Clay. "But I'll get Max for taken the two people that I loved from me."

Clay just stood there, taking in all the information. The group now just had their attention on Clay. Even thought they seemed relaxed; they were ready to jump into action at the first order from him. Aisha lowered her gun when Clay pushed her arm down. It was obvious that Aisha didn't want anything to do with the outsider; she knew all to well that you can't really trust anyone in the world anymore. Especially when a guy like Max was still around and breathing, as long as he is alive no one could sleepy easily.

"Alright you want to help us?" Clay asked rubbing his chin. "But besides killing Max what is in it for you."

"Redemption." Raven simply replied.

"Alright you're welcomed to join my team." Clay held out his hand. Raven shook his hand. "But if there is even a hit of betrayal. I'll have Aisha here shoot you in between the eyes."

Aisha smiled happily at the sound of that. Pooch just sighed, remembering what happened last time when they let an outsider into the group; as if things were complicated enough. Raven's eyes darted over to Cougar and Jensen. Jensen seemed excited to get another girl on the team that wouldn't kill him in his sleep and Cougar seemed unfazed by the idea. Ravens returned her attention back to Clay, who was still staring at her.

"So what should we call you?" Clay asked staring at her dog tags.

"You can call me whatever you want." Raven replied simply as she took off her dog tags, staring at them.

"Alright, Wolf." Clay cleared his thought. "You'll be bunking with Cougar and Jensen from this point on. Pooch and Aisha I think we need to get some more food." He headed out the door.

"Hey good luck." Pooch patted Wolf on the shoulder. She tilted her head slightly as she questions why he said that. "Jensen is a sleepwalker." He called out as he headed out the door.

The door slammed shut behind him. Wolf turned to Jensen and Cougar who were sitting quietly. She looked confused to what just happened. Cougar was covering his mouth, trying to hold back the chuckles. Jensen just blushed slightly as he locked eyes with her.

"Yeah… uh…" Jensen cleared his voice, fidgeting. "They say that I apparently sleepwalk… and well I put the walkie-talkies in the freezer… err…" He trailed off immediately wanting to kick himself for such an explanation.

Wolf stared blankly at him, a looked of disbelief and confusion. Jensen sighed hanging his head; before he turning his chair around going back to working on his laptop. Cougar just smirked tilting his hat down over his eyes obscuring his face; he retuned to watching the people out the window. Wolf just sighed before laying down falling back to sleep.