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Shayna

Gibbons had told her that she was to pick up four men at the airport and that she would know them when she saw them.

Well, she didn't see anyone right now. She couldn't wait to get this last assignment done and over with. She was tired of the spy game and was well past wanting out. She needed to get out.

Shayna tapped her foot restlessly as she tried hard not to pace. The plane was late and she hated to be late. Two hours she's been sitting there, forbidden to review the case files in public. It was too sensitive, Gibbons told her.

Fuck, I'm going to snap! No sooner did the words cross her mind, she heard a commotion to her left. Shayna looked to see what the fuss was all about and felt her jaw hit the floor.

Four gorgeous men walked shoulder to shoulder. Identical in walk, looks and attitude. They strode toward her with deep, identical scowls on their faces.

Shaved heads and caramel skin. She almost purred. Two had tattoos, one of which sported a sexy sleeve.

They carried themselves with grace and a touch me and die attitude. These had to be the four men that Gibbons told her about. She was grateful that for once she got to work with some eye candy and not some sniveling, stuck up Bond type of spy.

She couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her at all the excess testosterone that was floating around them.

They stopped in front of her and looked her over. Each of them had a different gleam in their eyes.

Tattoo man was looking at her like she was lunch. So was the one to his left that was unmarked. They both had that playboy look about them, she noted.

The one with the Star of David tattoo looked at her and she could tell he was sizing her up. He gave her a quick once over, but not the leering the other two gave her. This was purely information purposes only.

Height, five foot nine inches tall. Build, lean solid muscle. Large firm breast and thick curvy hips.

He stopped at her eyes and tried to read them. Would she do what was necessary when the time came? Apparently satisfied with his internal thoughts, he offered her a curt nod.

Then there was the last one. While he looked like the others, he had an aura about him that screamed TIME BOMB!

His eyes were hard and didn't scream, I'm a prick but I'm in pain. His emotions were all shut down. All but anger.

Around his eyes were a few faint lines. Laugh lines. He was happy at one point, but now, his forehead was held in just a little more of a permanent scowl. She knew pain, dealt with it everyday, but she hoped she hid it better than him.

"So, you're Gibbons' boys?" All four men nodded at her and she smiled. "Come along then," She walked off fully expecting them to follow her. She was senior field agent after all.

Shayna could feel them staring at her ass, at least a few of them. All through the airport, people would stop and stare at them. She couldn't blame them, really and that was exactly what Gibbons hoped for. She decided it was time to drop back and make it look like she was part of the group.

Shayna slowed her walk and the men split, two on each side, flanking her. They walked the rest of the way to the waiting car that way. She handed the keys to the one that was unmarked but without the hard eyes.

He was the wheelman, she didn't know why she knew this, but she did. Maybe because his eyes were on every make and model car they passed where the others were unaffected by them. After all the luggage was stored in the back of the black Chevy Suburban they climbed in. Shayna rode shotgun.

She looked at each one briefly, "My name is Shayna."

Wheelman replied first as he started the Suburban, "I'm Dominic Toretto." She smiled at the name, recognizing it from the files Gibbons gave her. He had just failed to provide photos and physical descriptions, the bastard. She knew he did that on purpose just to throw her off.

Shayna turned and looked at the other men, "I'm Xander Cage, you can call me X."

"X, you're the one they sent to Russia?" Shayna asked with a raised brow.

Xander grinned, "You've heard of me?"

"Yeah, your kind is well known about throughout the agency."

Xander's grin quickly turned to an offended scowl, "My kind?"

"Yes, the three strikes kind. Us or the pokie. Guess that's all three of you though isn't it?"

"Wow, that's harsh." Dom said, sounding almost wounded.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I agree with the idea actually. Sending men in like you that don't fit the pansy-ass mold they like to use for the spy game. The people we try to infiltrate aren't stupid. They can smell our agents a mile away."

"So, how have you stayed alive this long?" X asked her.

"I'm good at what I do." She looked at another one of the men. "What about you, let me guess… Taylor Reese." The man nodded at her, "And that makes you Sean Vetter." She turned more in her seat to face the back, "Ok men, this is a dangerous mission. Once we are giving our orders, that's it. We're left to our own devices. It doesn't matter if it will take two days or two months. There will be no breaking cover. If anyone recognizes you, you play it off if you can. If not, give as little info as possible. If you are with each other when it happens, well then, your brothers, and if I'm with you, I'm your girl.

"Gibbons was nice enough to set us up in a beautiful house," she took the time to punch in the directions into the GPS for Dom who proceeded to make his way there. "Any questions so far?" She got grunts for answers and smiled. "Talkative bunch aren't you?"

"X likes to talk." Taylor replied with a slight grin.

"Yeah about himself." Dom added with a laugh. Shayna smiled to herself, grateful they got along so well this early. She was sure there would be some rough points ahead. All their beautiful muscles and male ego's would be put to test she was sure.

"So, what's the plan and how do you fit in with it?" Sean asked her, speaking for the first time.

His voice sounded rougher than the others. Almost rusty.

"The plan is a simple one. Make ourselves be seen and draw him too us." Shayna locked eyes with Sean. She didn't know why but his eyes spoke to her.

"That's where you come in?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"What's so special about you that will bring Riddick out of hiding?" Taylor questioned though he had a good idea. She was a beautiful woman.

"Well, it isn't just me. The four of you are similar in build and strength and he'll want to show you up, make it know that he is top dog. There has been so much research and time into Riddick. They really want him but we've always been a step behind." She shook her head, "We've interviewed those in his wake that lived. Women, mostly. Whores, usually. He always picks the same type, dark curly hair, curvy, and strong. Eye color tends to not matter as much but given a choice he prefers lighter eyes, blue or green."

"So they're just going to hand feed you to Riddick?" Sean growled. What the fuck? He didn't sign up to get a woman hurt. She might be an agent, but she was still a woman.

Shayna looked at Sean, "I can take care of myself."

Xander shook his head as memories assailed him. "Yeah, I knew another girl that said that. She got caught up for over two years." X scowled at her.

Shayna sighed, "Well, this is my last assignment either way."

Xander made a face, "Right, Gibbons won't let you out. He'll never let any of us out."

"He doesn't have a choice." She muttered quietly.

"Right, Gibbons does whatever the hell he wants to." Xander disagreed.

"Riddick will cut you up." Taylor interjected.

"He's never been know to go after a woman." She said, trying to reassure herself in the process.

"Really, what happens when the woman in question is trying to take him out?" She shrugged. She didn't know but she had a feeling he'd kill her if given the chance. "He'll kill you." X really does like to hear himself talk, she thought to herself.

Shayna rubbed her forehead where a nasty headache was quickly forming. "I'm dead either way, so it doesn't matter. This little mission has only prolonged my sorry sad little life."

"What are you talking about?" Sean asked her, his voice hard and bitter.

She knew she would have to tell them eventually, but hoped for some more time. She sighed and bit the bullet. "My last mission didn't go well. I'm the only one that made it out alive."

"So you were lucky?"

"No, not at all. One of the agents got made and they came and took everyone out. A bullet to the back of the head." She shivered and was grateful she only remembered bits and pieces of it.

Taylor looked at her, "So how did you make it out alive?" He knew first hand what a cleaner crew could do. He had been apart of them before.

She shook her head, not able to find her voice. Not wanting reliving the horrors that began playing in her mind.

Taylor leaned forward and spoke for her, "Let me guess. They left you alive. Beaten, bleeding, shot, maybe cut and most likely violated in some way, just to send a message."

Her silence was their answer. The tension in the car spiked up to an unbearable level as everyone's emotions churned.

She blinked back tears and cleared her throat, "The company wanted me taken out but Gibbons refused to let it happen. He said I could still be useful and that he had one more mission for me. That's how I ended up here. It is either die by their hand or perhaps Riddick's. Personally, I would rather take my chances with Riddick. At least he kills quick and clean."

"Not always." One of the men muttered, she wasn't sure which one and it didn't matter. Dom pulled up to the house and all four men whistled. It was a huge white mansion with red brick driveway. It was landscaped with millions of blooming flowers and flowering trees.

Dom snorted, "Which one of use is supposed to be able to afford this place?"

Shayna grinned, "That would be me. I'm the daughter of some geniuses that is a pioneer in the space race. I'm fitly fuckin' rich and a bored, spoiled girl that gets everything I want. I like my men tall, dark and handsome. I like them strong, intelligent and handy. I like to fuck, throw wild parties and enjoy going to alternative lifestyle clubs."

"Alternative lifestyle clubs? What's that?" Dom asked as he stepped out of the truck.

"Gay bars Dom." X informed him and patted him on the back.

"Not just gay bars, X, they're places where anything goes. Men on men, women on women, a few men and women. You can fuck in the middle of the dance floor if you want. Riddick has been known to show there from time to time."

"Fuckin' gay bars?" Taylor sneered. How the fuck did he end up in this mess?

Shayna got a text from Gibbons as they were talking to each other and she had to blink to make sure she read it right.

GET CLOSE TO EACH OF THEM.

HOW CLOSE? She texted back.

ALL THE WAY.

EVEN RIDDICK?

YES.

She slammed her phone shut, failing to see Taylor saw every word. "Fuck!" She snapped. Her hands were clenched in tight fist as she spoke. "Listen, if any of you got a problem with this, let me know now. I will call Gibbons and you can make arrangements to get sent up river. You think I'm fucking happy with this? This is my life here. My orders are a lot worse off than yours. It's MY ass on the line. So what if a man touches your ass or looks like he wants to fuck you. You don't have to do it, just keep your attitude in check. It doesn't make you gay if men find you attractive."

She turned and stormed inside the house. Her stomach was in knots. She could kill Gibbons; she could with her bare hands right now, choke the life out of him.

So there it was. It all made sense now. Her orders were to fuck each and every one of them. In dream land, not a hardship for sure, but in real life, it totally sucked. She wasn't a whore, but here she was, being pimped out by Gibbons. Shayna had no say in this and she knew they would know. They were to act like they were one big happy, fucked up family, with her in the middle of a huge testosterone sandwich.

"Fuck!" She muttered again to herself as she made her way up the steps.