Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews again. In this chapter I'm going to make the very first pairing. Hopefully you all enjoy it. This chapter is going to be one of the last of the lighter chapters. This is also the second to last chapter dealing with the Glee kids in the resistance. The Performers still have a few more to go. Looking at it now I still have a lot to go. Artie, Tina, Quinn, Rachael, Finn… I have mad respect for the writers trying to cover all the bases in the show. I don't own Glee nor do I share the views of anything I'm writing.

Chapter 7

Operation: Snake Head

Lauren Zizzes, flicked at her now non-regulation length finger nails. The leaders were standing in front of their little group of misfits. At last count they were at 24. They were talking about dealing the most devastating blow in the history of the war.

She should have been up there briefing her peers, but she wasn't. Monitoring the intelligence reports they were getting from the home soldiers and the Chinese and Russian counter agents was her job. She was good at it too. She was the one that got the intel, she was the one that risked her ass going out in the middle of the night to meet up with Yoto. She was the best. She was also good at kicking the crap out of two or three commie soldiers at the same time. They never suspected her to be able to fight, or to be as strong as she was.

Oh, the war had been hard on her. She wasn't going to deny that. The limited amount of food, and resources was probably the best and worst weight loss plan she had ever been on. Not that she was ever on one. She was always proud of how big she was, but now, now she was a disgusting one hundred and sixty pounds. She could still pick dumb shits that got in her way, over her head and throw them around like rag dolls.

Her boy toy called her Juggernaut. She liked it. For her birthday he had managed to sneak the issue of X-men when the Juggernaut first appeared. That's when she fell for him.

"You're on a roll Evens."

Yep Sam Evens always hit the right spot. Lauren even started to enjoy his horrible impressions of people. Her favorite though, Sean Connery… He said he was like James Bond. She told him he was more like Pussy Galore. She loved Same Evens.

Granted, there wasn't a stalk of lemons handy, and so his hair and gone back to the natural brunette, and he couldn't pull of the Bieber hair. Fucking Bieber. She figured he was one of those traitors performing in the clubs for the soldiers. He probably was. Granted, teen heart throb and all, but she still wanted him dead just as much as everyone else did. Didn't matter how cute he was.

"How many of us are going in?" Kurt's voice boomed across the small room.

There was a pause from the leaders. Then the coach spoke.

"All of you."

The room erupted in to chatter. People stood from their chairs raising their voices in anger. Other's talked amongst themselves in shock. Sam leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear.

"Good work babe."

She smiled at him and he grabbed her hand and squeezed as one of the leaders put up a hand to silence everyone. The room slowly quite down and people took the seats that they had jumped from in protest.

"I understand what we are risking here, but the opportunity is too great to miss. Yoto informed us that all the highest ranking officers from the Russian and Chinese forcers are going to be in Akron. They are going to meet at Club Sway. In a single blow we can cripple both the militaries. Even if a few don't attend they will still be un-believably hurt. They wouldn't be this stupid unless they thought they had already one, and we know they haven't. Our military can't get to Akron to stop them. It's up to us. So shut the fuck up!"

"What about the butcher?" Sam asked suddenly. Lauren looked over at him in shock. The Butcher had been the prime target of the resistance since the start. He had "cleansed" an entire camp. There was nearly two thousand dead. The single greatest lost of American life in the history of the country.

"Lauren?" One of the leaders asked as they too were curious as to who was going to be there. The Butcher was worth it for all them to take out.

She stood up and looked around the room gazing at all her friends. "The Butcher will be there. Yoto told me that he frequents the club often enough. However, too keep up appearances Yoto will be there also."

The room once loud with chatter suddenly became deathly quite. No one spoke, no one moved. All eyes were on her. It fucking blew that she had to brief that part of the plan to them. Yoto, which was his code name, was the only link they really had to the higher Chinese military. Lauren was in fact the only one who had ever seen or heard his voice, though she had never seen his face.

"We are out of contact with him per his request. We won't be able to advise him of our plan. If he doesn't contact us by the time the plan is executed… he dies with the rest."

The briefing was over after that. She and Sam walked through the nearly dark camp hidden behind Mountain ranges. They were in the heart of enemy territory, but the little camp was of no interest to the Chinese or the Russians. To them it was just a small town that they passed through every couple of weeks. With in a week though, it would be empty, burning, and obliterated. No sign that the resistance was ever there, except to make the Chinese think that it was the resistance that destroyed the town. That's how they rolled, and that's how Lauren liked it. They had just walked up to her house and he inched slightly closer to her.

"So, um, do I get to come in tonight? It's been a long day. I was kind of hoping to get a little before we ship out." Sam smiled at her that stupid smile.

She loved the look in his eyes when he almost had to beg for sex. He never had to beg she would have given in to him willingly but it was so much more fun to tease him… Make him squirm a little bit. Plus, she liked to hear the breath catch in his throat. She looked up at the night sky as if contemplating his question, like the stupid stars would hold the fucking answer to a yes question.

"Maybe." She said. He was about to protest but he didn't have a chance as her strong hands grabbed a hold of his crotch. Oh she loved the sound of his breath catching. She rubbed up and down gently feeling his dick become engorged in want.

"I mean, it's really getting hard… to say no to you."

"Yeah it's getting pretty hard." He said as he almost shuttered as he felt the zipper of his pants slide down and her almost too cold hands reach in and grab his girth. He whimpered a little bit as he stepped closer to her and traced his hand up the side of her breast.

"I mean it could be a… long night."

"Mmm, could get pretty hot too. We probably wouldn't be able to sleep well, being all sweaty."

He had learned how to tease her just as well as she had learned how tease him. Her breath became shaky as he reached up under her shirt and ran his thumb over her erect nipple. His lips made contact just under her ear and the maybe had become a hell fucking yes, take me Evens take me!

He pressed closer to her, eliminating the space between them. Her hand was still in pants, but she knew Sam, she loved him. He was going to grab for the door handle he was going to throw it open and they weren't going to make it much farther then the empty living room.

She loved how his lips felt on hers how his tongue was always so warm and touched hers just as gently as he normally touched. Not to mention the fact that he was willing to let her do just about anything as long as it made her happy. Tonight, just feeling him inside her was going to make her happy.

She heard the door fly open and he backed her in to the house. She was wrong this time. They didn't make it past the entrance.