As we made our way to Sink's office, I began to take in the surrounding area. There were rows of barracks, interspersed with more official looking buildings. An obstacle course stood on an open field, the one we had landed in earlier. It looks more like a damn playground. The training me and Tash had received was extreme - to the point where some thought suicide was a better option. Sink walked into a wooden building, directing us through a door on the right. His office was small, but light. A nervous looking private stood by the door, not realising the look on his face at two women from the future was dumbstruck. I gave him a curt nod, the corner of my mouth slightly uplifted into a half smirk. Jesus, he's gonna fucking pass out I thought as he paled slightly.

"Private, wait outside," Sink ordered to the bundle of nerves at the door, who practically ran out. "Now, normally we'd consider the reapings an issue, but it seems you two can quite handle yourself. As you may know, women are not normally accepted into the Airborne. But something tells me you have more to offer than most women. Tell me about yourselves, thought only at your comfort." He smiled, giving us a look of empathy. Tash glanced over at me, knowing I normally always started this conversation whenever the subject arose.

"Well, my name is Natalia Zhukavitch, commonly known as T, and my twin here is Natasha, commonly known as Tash. We come from 70 years in the future. We're from London, but you probably guessed that from our accents," I commented with a shrug. "Our family died when we were 8 years old, and we were taken in by the Guild. The League of Assassins Guild became our family, our home. Our life was devoted to one sole cause - getting rid of the tyrants worldwide. Might seem crazy, but that's what we did. With all due respect, our worlds are different - I don't know how this sounds to you, but I can only guess it might sound, well, unreal. But it's true. Our training and experience put us in the toughest places, making decisions that most people couldn't even dream up. Personally, I think we could crack the Airborne," I stated matter-of-factly.

"What she means is she thinks we would be a worthwhile addition to your cause, sir," Tash added quickly, giving me a quick jab in the side.

"I'm sorry to hear about your family," was Sink's reply. I internally rolled my eyes - that was the first thing anybody said. Don't mind the fact we killed people for a day job. "I don't want to dig too far into your lives - I imagine travelling back 70 years has taking a slight toll on your minds. For now, we will put you up in the barracks with Easy Company. They are good men, very determined, and they will welcome you. We will talk more tomorrow, and I'll decide whether you will be added to one of our companies. I can't make a quick decision, and I'll have to rely on the words of my superior officers. For now, as I said, you'll bunk with Easy, so be careful around Sobel." He raised an eyebrow at me in an almost exasperated manner.

"Can we train with them too?" I hated not being active, or on a mission, or doing something. It kept my mind off things.

"I will permit it, but believe you me, any trouble and you'll be confined to the barracks. Am I making myself clear?" Sink was serious about this.

"Yes, sir. Thank you for this. It means a lot," Tash practically gushed as I bit my tongue from making a smart ass remark about licking the dirt from Sink's shoes.

"You know your way back to Easy's barracks?" Sink asked, more as a dismissal than an actual question. We nodded, and I gave him a nod as we exited, passing the anxious private again. Being one for bad taste jokes, I whipped out one of my ninja stars, and one flick of my wrist saw it embedded in the wall, millimetres from the private, who jumped about 10 feet in the air, whilst almost turning green.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Did you not just hear what he said in there?" Tash yanked the star out of the wall, giving the private an apologetic look as I tried to regain my composure from laughing. Thrusting the star back into my holder, she grabbed my arm and yanked me out the building. Oohh son, she is mad. She marched a little further, until pulling me up in front of an empty building. "Can you ever just be, I don't know, not a complete fucking wild card?! I mean seriously, you coulda got a us kicked out for that!"

"But did you see his face though?" I burst out laughing again, and Tash's telling off face faltered as she tried to contain her laughter. Failing completely, we ended up choking back tears of laughter as we made our way to the barracks. We heard voices from inside, a low chat among the men of Easy Company.

"You think their here to stay?" a Philly accent sounded. Before anyone could reply, I stepped inside the hut.

"Well, for the time being, I guess we are," I stated, as each man turned an looked at us, a mixture of shock, annoyance, and intrigue. I felt Tash enter behind me, as I glanced across the room.

"You think your better than us?" A voice sounded out, and the owner stood up from his bunk. A weasly looking guy, not any real competitor if it came to a fight.

"Sit down, Cobb. They just got here, you wanna scare 'em off?" A good looking guy came to stand before us. He had dark hair, and a great pair of eyes. His smile was the real deal, cheeky, but kinda sexy at the same time. "George Luz. Don't mind Cobb, he's just a bit of a jerk." I smiled. I liked this guy. He reminded me of one of my brothers back in the days when I had a real family.

"Natalia Zhukavitch, but call me T," I said, observing the confused looks. "Yeah, we don't sound Russia, because we're not."

"I'm Natasha, go by Tash." She stood in the doorway, glancing at Cobb, who for some reason was still eyeballing me like he already hated me. I skirted round Luz, walked past numerous bunks until I stopped at Cobb's.

"You got an issue with me?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I do. All that show out there, what the hell? You acting like your some big shot, who hasn't even got a clue what being in the army is like," he mouthed off. My stance shifted, undetectable to all but Tash.

"T, don't take the bait..." she warned. But that bait was firmly between my teeth and I'll be damned if this dickhead was going to berate me without even knowing what my life entailed.

"Tell me, Cobb, you ever killed a man? Because I have. It's my job, you know. And men two, three times your size never posed a problem. So in reality, all you are is a minor stain on an otherwise blank canvas." By this point, I was up in his face, and felt someone move behind me. A fleeting glance told me it was Tash.

"You threatening me, lady?" The atmosphere in the room was practically on fire, with not one person making a move, but every single body was completely fixed on the situation.

"Nope, just stating a fact," I said, smiling at him sweetly, enraging him even more. His face was struggling to stay blank, a smirk now itching on my lips.

"Come on, T. Leave it, he isn't worth us getting kicked out on our first damn day," Tash sighed, resting her hand on my shoulder.

"I think you may be right, let's leave it a couple of days, then see where we are. Watch your step, Cobb, don't wanna end up in a hole we can't dig ourselves out of now, do we?" I asked innocently. He huffed angrily, though it sounded more like a sigh, and stormed out, almost tripping over the lip of the door frame. I laughed lightly to myself, and Tash just rolled her eyes.

"On behalf of my less than calm sister, I apologize," she said, as I just shrugged nonchalantly.

"No need. Cobb's a prick anyway. We need more people like you around, keep him on his toes," a Cali accent said. Looking around, I saw it was the man I'd shared a smirk with earlier, walking past Easy on parade. The man with the eyes any normal girl would get lost in. "Name's Liebgott, Joseph Liebgott." A half smirk played on his lips. Damn son, he was beautiful. Woah, stop right there. I never felt anything for any human being, besides Tash. I was the unbreakable, emotionless assassin. Before I could think anymore, other men started to introduce themselves - Toye, Guarnere, Webster, Malarkey, Perconte, all of them nice guys, no more Cobbs.

They'd shown us where we'd be bunking, the two empties at the end. I was between the wall and Tash, and she was next to Christenson. By now, the sun had set, and we were getting ready to inform the guys of some of the things we'd seen, where we were from, all the usual. Cobb was still out, no one really paying mind to it.

"So, what's your story? I mean, you kill people? Jesus christ, how much does the world change?" Guarnere was a straight talker, and I knew we'd get along well. People like him just tended to bond better with me than with Tash. Not that she wouldn't get along with him, I was just more brash than her.

"Ok, so boring stuff first. We're from London, 70 years in the future, which, by the way, is a shithole. Don't go out of your way to go there before you die, trust me it's nothing special. Family died when we were 8, no one to look after us. The school we went to didn't care when we stopped showing up. No one did," Tash said. She always hated the fact that her education was cut short. She planned to be a doctor, grow up, run a practice.

"And then the Guild took us in. The League of Assassins Guild. They became our home, our family, and everything in between. We trained with them for years, and when we were ready, they'd send us out on missions, all over the world. We have our speciality weapons, and our secondary weapons." I walked over to my bunk, where I'd placed all my weapons, bar my daggers. "I use katanas, ninja stars, daggers and a bow and arrow. Seems kinda out dated, but get the right training, it's deadlier than a rookie with a gun. No offence," I said, shrugging.

"None taken, Boudicca," Luz smiled back. Boudicca, I like that. We spoke for a while to the guys about weapons, and training, though skipping out the unnecessary personal details.

"So what about the reaping? What's it like?" Liebgott asked, genuine intrigue written over his face.

"The Day of the Reaping, everyone is shitting themselves. It's kinda hilarious. It happens twice a year, and only once person is chosen. But we're twins, so have the same DNA, meaning it only counts us as one person. We always carry our stuff with us anyway, because we're always on a mission. We don't own anything, so our personal item list is kinda small. My bag mainly consists of cigarettes and alcohol."

"Now we're getting somewhere," Guarnere grinned. I laughed - being here actually made me feel...happy. And that is strange...

"So on the Day of the Reaping, someone disappears, and they'll never be found again. Well, not where they come from, anyway. But it could have been timed better," I said, still annoyed over the whole issue.

"Yeah, we almost got this guy we'd been tracking for months. Shing Hao - "

"The guy that wasn't even Chinese!" Luz did a pretty good impression of my rant from when we landed. I laughed. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing, I thought.

After some more getting-to-know-the-men chats, we decided to turn in, the day turning into the early hours of tomorrow. I placed my leather jacket at the end of my bed, on an empty footlocker, the buckles jangling softly. I removed my boots, glad to finally have my feet free. As I was getting ready to get into my bunk, I felt someone watching me. I looked across, and saw Liebgott on the bunk opposite, regarding me with his oh-so luscious eyes. He reached into his pocket, and took out a small carton. Quietly, he threw it onto my bunk, where I saw it was a pack of cigarettes. Smiling to myself in the dark, I reached into my bag, grabbing a small bottle of whiskey. I returned the favour, throwing in onto his bunk, then settled down for the night.