Disclaimer: So here's chapter 2. Thanks to everyone for reviewing, its you guys that keep me writing! I apologize for not updating in a while, my life has been hectic the past week. Its still rated M for violence, sexuality, and language so if you don't like it, hit the back button. As usual, I don't own the Expendables, though I wouldn't mind owning Jason Statham :P Oh and anything in italics is a character thinking.

"Man this better be important. You just made me leave two hotties at the bar, and I was just about to take them home," Hale grumbled as he climbed off his bike.

"Hello to you too. Yeah, the mission went fine, no one got hurt, thanks for asking." Lee chuckled at the mans impatience.

"Well you guys are both in one piece with no apparent injuries, so I didn't bother to ask," Hale explained, still with an annoyed look on his face.

"Ever the thoughtless one," the gruff voice of Toll interjected. He climbed off his bike too, closely followed by Yang.

"And I was taking a nap. What is so important that you would dare wake me up?" Yang said in a pretend king voice. Everyone froze, looking at him, then dissolved into laughter. A frown came over the Asian mans face, and he took a seat on the couch, but not before grabbing a beer. Everyone followed suit, grabbing a beer and taking a seat in various chairs that were strewn around the shop. Cleanliness was not one of Tool's strong points, as was evident by the papers covering most of the tables, beer bottles stashed in little nooks and crannies, and the general state of chaos of the shop.

"So, why are we here? Do we have another mission?" Hale butted in, eager to get back to the bar. Ross was silent for a few moments, leaning against his bike, before he started the story.

"So, do you guys remember when I said that there was some joining us on this last mission?" Ross asked. Everyone nodded. "Well her name's Ava."

At this new piece of information, everyone decided to speak up at once.

"Ava?"-"That's a girls name."- "Who is she?"- "Can I meet her?"

"Quiet!" Ross had to yell to be heard. "I've known her since she was a little girl, and yes she does what we do. But she only gets work once in a great while, so I had a proposition for you guys."

Everyone had fallen silent again, eyes trained on Ross. He was the leader, the guy they all looked up to, and it seemed that he always knew what to do, no matter the situation.

"I was thinking about inviting her to join the team." At this, everyone spoke up again.

"Is she hot? Cause if she is, I have no problem with it!" Lee could tell that it was Hale that announced that little fun fact.

"Is she taller then me? Cause if she is, then hell no." That was obviously from Yang.

"I second the fact that she better be hot!" Gunnar rumbled from the corner.

"OY!" Again, Ross had to yell to be heard over everyone. "I was thinking of inviting her to the shop tomorrow night, and see how you guys take to her. If she doesn't work out, then she doesn't work out."

"So…like a trial run?" Toll spoke up. Ross nodded.

"So everyone get here round 7 tomorrow, it'll be like our usual after-mission celebration." Everyone agreed, and left the shop. Yang went back home to sleep, Hale went, presumably, back to the bar, and Toll and Gunnar went and did whatever it is that they do at night.

I groaned, rolling over, and yawned. The nap had been just what I needed. Cracking one eye lazily, I peered over at the clock. It glowed red with the time of 3:36 pm. Geez, I never sleep that late. Stretching, I slowly clambered off my bed and checked my phone. It had two new messages. One was from Ross and the other was from Rocket's, my friends garage telling me my bike was ready to be picked up. Hitting speed dial, I held the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" came the gruff voice of Ross. He sounded out of breath, and I figured he had just been working out.

"You rang?" I asked while grabbing fresh clothes to take a shower.

"Yeah. We're having a little welcome back party later tonight at Tool's. You interested in coming?" Ross asked. After thinking about it for a moment, I said yes. "Everyone's coming to the shop around 7." I told him I'd be there, and I hung up. Stretching one more time, I strode into the bathroom for a nice hot shower. About twenty minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom with a damp towel wrapped around me. Changing into a pair of dark jeans and a black Metallica shirt that I had cut up, I proceeded to dry my hair. I had cut the back and sleeves off of the shirt, and tied it around my waist, around my neck like a halter, and in the middle of my back to hide my bra. It showed off my muscular back, but it didn't look trashy. After my hair was dry, I slipped on my black pumas, and left the apartment.

Pausing for a moment on the lawn, I closed my eyes and reveled in the hot sun. It was a nice change from the scorching heat of South America. After a few moments, I made my way down the street, heading for Rocket's to pick up my bike. As I passed by Iron Park, I watched as kids clambered over the play place, and parents stood near by, keeping a close eye on them. Everyone was in a cheery mood, and I couldn't help but feel happy too. I was alive, even if it was only barely so, I had my health, and I was hopefully going to have a fun night.

Strutting up the driveway to Rocket's, I could already hear the music blasting. Johnny never turned off his radio when he was working, claiming that it helped him focus. There was no use arguing with him, seeing as he is the best mechanic around, and a close friend. Upon entering the garage, I saw the man in question lying on the floor, tools scattered around him as he worked on a 2003 Dakota.. I stood in front of him for a moment, waiting for him to notice me, but when he didn't, I playfully kicked his foot. He jerked up off the floor, a look of shock on his face.

"How dare you kick me! I shall have you arrested!" We traded glances for a moment, them burst out in laughter.

"So how's my baby?" I questioned, eager to get her back. I felt as if a part of me was absent when I didn't have it around. Johnny lead me to the back, where he kept the special jobs. Grabbing a hold of a dark green tarp, he whipped it back to reveal my 2009 Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle. It was a thing of beauty. It was a dark green, with electric blue flames that came up the sides of the bike and morphed into wolves halfway up the bike. I had painted it myself, spent upwards of 100 hours working on it, and when I saw that scratch in it, I was madder than Lucifer was when they threw him into the pit.

But Johnny had restored it perfectly. He had fixed the dent and the scratch, and repainted the area the exact way it was before.

"Thank God for those pictures you took of it." When I had finished, I had taken pictures of every inch of it. "Without those, I would've had a hell of a time with it." I stayed at the garage until 7is, when I said goodbye to Johnny and hopped on my restored bike. My legs fit perfectly around it, the bike being the perfect height, and it was if the bike was made for me. I started it up, hearing the comforting purr of the engine. Popping my helmet on, I sped down the driveway and onto the main road.

It only took me about 10 minutes to get to Tool's shop. It was on a side street, away from the main road. Pulling up to the front, I turned the bike off, climbed off, and knocked on the door. It was opened within a few seconds by Ross, beer in his left hand.

"Right on time, like usual," he chuckled, "pull your bike around back, I'll open the door." Clambering back onto my bike, I pulled it around back, and through the now open door. It led to a wide open area, with bikes parked along the side. As I parked, I took note of the rest of the place. On one side, there was a motorcycle that had been converted into a chair, with a table next to it that held tattoo supplies. The wall behind it held pictures of most of the tattoos that Tool had done. The walls were covered with posters, some new and some old and torn. The other end of the shop had an old, beat-up couch with a small TV in front of it. I could see a room that connected to the one I was currently in. it held what looked like car and bike parts. One car, an old red one, was up on a lift. Crowded around the table containing the tattoo supplies were Lee, Tool and four other guys.

"So you got the bike back?" Ross asked as he walked towards me. I nodded, keeping my eyes on the other guys as I put my helmet down. They had noticed me the minute I had pulled into the shop. "It looks good as new."

"I'm still ticked at the guy who scratched it. But Johnny was able to perfectly fix it, so I guess no complaints. Is that the rest of the team?" Ross nodded.

"Hey Ava!" Lee walked over and hugged me. Even though I had just met the Brit yesterday, already it was as if we were good friends.

"Beer?" Ross asked, and handed me one. I twisted the top off and took a swig. The guys that were still gathered around the table were still watching me, but now they had started to talk among themselves. Ross and Lee led me over.

"Hey guys this is Ava."

DISCLAIMER: so I'm sorry that this chapter isn't very good. I finally got a chance to finish it because I've been insanely busy this week. Please review!