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Off we go then!


Lucas cringed, cursing quietly beneath his breath, he pulled the knife from his thigh holster, thrusting it upwards, into the rebels jaw before he had the chance to call for help. He stumbled back, thumping against metal fencing, causing it to rattle. The techie growled with annoyance, twisting the blade further into his skin, he pulled the rebel to the floor, hand clamped over his mouth, he quickly began to drag his twitching body beneath the shanty.

"Did you hear something?"

"Sounded like it came from over there."

Fuck!

Sparky violently thrust the knife in twice more, ending the rebels life. He glanced over his shoulder, sucking in a quick breath when he saw the droplets of blood staining the sand, leading beneath the building. He made a move to crawl out and cover his tracks, only to stop when the sound of footsteps began to approach.

"Lay low!" Eli hissed quickly into the mic when two rebels rounded the corner, closing in on the techie's position.

"Hey, wasn't someone suppose to be standing watch here?" One of the rebels asked curiously. Lucas sat with baited breath, staring with wide eyes at the pair of sandals only a few feet in front of him.

"I'll check the perimeter."

"Yeah, okay man, I'll wait here." Lucas grit his teeth in frustration, inwardly cursing his luck. The techie grimaced when the rebel suddenly bent down, fingers brushing through the dirt; he swiped a finger in the spot of blood, rubbing his fingers together, he frowned.

Lucas tightened his grip around the knife, slowly creeping closer, he moved behind the rebel, sneaking up from the rear; he pounced, blade penetrating through the back of his skull, knocking him to the floor with a thud. He pulled the weapon from his bleeding head and turned the rebel over. The man laid unmoving, staring up at him with wide, listless eyes. Sparky let out a shuddered breath and began to drag the body into his hiding place, covering his tracks behind him.

"Sparky, you need to get to the red box, now!" The voice of Eli demanded into his ear piece.

"I'm working on it!" He shot back with irritation.

"Cut the tires and planted the wires!" Charlie called into the mic, signifying he had accomplished his first task. "Heading up now."

Lucas grit his teeth with frustration, he was falling behind! All because of his bad luck. As per fucking usual. He moved to the entrance, sweeping his eyes left and right for any sign of danger. The techie crawled out, skirting around the building until he came to the corner, he spied the red box only a few feet away. Glancing upward, he caught a quick glimpse of Charlie sneak up on the unsuspecting rebel on the roof, the medic snatched the rebel from behind, pulling him out of view.

"Fuck, change of plans, leave the alarm!" Eli called frantically. Lucas ducked out of view, hiding in the shadows of the shanty, back pressed against the side. He leaned around the corner, a rebel wandered into the middle of the camp, his head turning left and right.

That was close. He inwardly mused, letting out a heavy breath.

Zip.

A plume of red exploded from the back of the rebels head, spattering along the floor. He fell onto his knees, hitting the ground with a muted thud. Another quiet zip sounded, followed by the loud rattling of metal from above. Lucas turned when a body rolled off of the roof, landing with a thump just behind him.

Eli and Charlie emerged from the shadows a few moments later, sweeping their sights across the camp; chest heaving from the adrenalin surging through their veins. They re grouped with Lucas behind the shack, crouching low, they leaned in, whispering quickly to one another.

"Sparky, Doc, do a quick sweep of the outer perimeter, make sure we haven't missed anyone." The two men nodded obediently at her command. "I'll make sure the shanty is clear. Move out!" The three mercs parted ways, branching off to different corners of the compound, disappearing from each other's sight.

Eli made her way over to the small shanty, slinging her rifle over her shoulder, she pulled a pistol from her holster and cautiously opened the door, cringing at the ungodly shriek grating against her ears. She crouched by the threshold, gun raised, sweeping her sights across the room. The dim bulb hanging from the ceiling was lit, casting a wane glow over the rotten wood and torn furniture placed haphazardly around the room. A worn table sat in the corner, tools, paper and rubbish littered over the surface next to the moth eaten floral sofa, stained and splitting at the seems. A pile of mattresses were pushed into the corner beside a weapons locker, doors open and empty. A small radio caught her attention; buzzing with the sound of life, lights flickering. She slowly made her way over, pausing when a quiet noise touched her ears. Eli glanced sideways at the couch, eyes narrowing with suspicion, taking tentative steps forward, she raised her gun.

Bang.

The pistol went off when a force suddenly collided with her midsection, sending her roughly to the floor with a thud, knocking the wind from her lungs and distorting the world around her. Eli shook away the blurry lines and muted sounds, staring up at the rebel straddling her waist, a knife in his hands. He brought down the blade, aiming for her chest; Eli bucked her hips, throwing him off balance and tumbling to the ground. She pounced on top of him, punching the rebel in the face, forcing her knee into his gut, causing him to sputter and wheeze.

The two began to wrestle along the floor, rolling and thrashing violently, vying for dominance. Eli blocked his attempts at hitting her in the face, giving her the opportunity to retaliate with her own strikes. The door to the shanty burst open, slamming against the wall with a bang. Charlie and Lucas stood in the door way, chests heaving, guns raised. They closed the space between them, snatching the rebel away from Eli, pinning him roughly to the floor.

"Wait-!" Eli exclaimed breathlessly when Lucas raised his gun to the rebels temple, he pulled the trigger, spattering blood along the walls and floor. She sighed, shoulders sagging with defeat.

"What?" Lucas asked innocently.

"I was going to suggest that we keep him alive, you know, for interrogation," she huffed, shooting Lucas a dirty look. "Guess he won't be doing much talking in this state," she gestured to the bloody mess dripping from the walls and ceiling.

"Oops," the techie cringed, embarrassed.

"Yeah, oops. Guess who gets to clean it up?" Eli told him with a forced grin on her face. The techie groaned childishly, placing the gun near his temple, he made a noise akin to a gunshot, throwing his head to the side, using his hand to mimic the plume of blood. Charlie and Eli rolled their eyes at his theatrics, inwardly amused.

"You okay?" Charlie asked with concern, giving her a quick once over to check for injuries. Eli nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. That sneaky bastard was hiding behind the sofa!" She said incredulously. The space between the wall and the couch looked much too small to conceal a man of his size. Apparently looks can be deceiving. Charlie tutted.

"Oh dear, what would Roy say if he knew a rebel had jumped you, huh?" Eli scowled at the medic, flipping him off; Charlie flashed her a grin, patting her on the head.

"Well I guess the area is secure now," the techie mused wryly, face scrunched up as he nudged the dead rebel with his boot.

"Speaking of which, what the hell was that earlier?" Charlie questioned sharply, hands resting on his hips; a disapproving look settled upon his features, blue eyes staring holes into Lucas's face. "You almost blew our cover!" The techie scowled.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know he was going to change his path?" He shot back in defense.

"Rookie mistake." Lucas opened his mouth to argue, only to be interrupted.

"Alright, kids, settle down," Came the authoritative voice of Eli. "Okay, it was a little messy, but we got the place, didn't we?" The two male mercs exchanged looks, reluctantly nodded. Eli rolled her eyes.

"I know, I know, you like to do things perfectly. Ghosts in the wind and all that jazz, but things don't always go according to plan." A wry smirk began to creep across her lips, causing the men to glance at one another with worry.

"Besides, I've got an idea!" She said with wicked glee, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh?" Lucas leaned in, eager to hear. When she got that look, he knew shit was about to go down. Some good, fucking awesome shit.

"Oh god!" Charlie exclaimed with alarm. He reached out, pressing a hand to a bewildered Eli's forehead. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Bugger off!" Eli scowled, swatting his hand away.

"Don't keep us in suspense, woman!" Lucas said impatiently.

"Okay, okay, listen up!" They inched closer, hanging off of her every word. "I want to set up a roadblock with those two Jeeps, park 'em a few yard down the road," they nodded, listening intently. "Lucas is going to sit up in a tree on one side and me on the other."

"And me?" Charlie asked curiously.

"Doc, you're gonna pull that little alarm over there, letting our friends know we're here." The two men eyed her incredulously. Had she gone mad? She wanted to lure the rebel reinforcements? A switch flicked in Charlie's mind and he grinned.

"Ah, I see. You want to draw them out and when they get close, BOOM! You're going to set off the fireworks?" Eli nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "I like it."

"Sweet!" Lucas said excitedly. "Oh, man, I can't wait! Can we get started already?"

"Do one last sweep around the perimeter, then we can set up the party," Eli instructed with authority. The techie grinned, making quick strides across the compound and out of the base.

"Doc, can you tidy up the base a bit?" Eli asked, nudging the body of a rebel with her boot, a coy smile upon her face. "We don't want the place to be messy for our party guests now, do we?" Charlie rolled his eyes, sighing with exasperation.


The sound of bugs hummed loudly in the jungle. They swarmed above the techie's head, desperately trying to land on his sweaty skin and eat him alive. Lucas cursed quietly under his breath, swatting another insect from his arm. They were driving him insane! The techie was dangerously close to whipping out is pistol and just shooting the damn things if it got rid of them.

Lucas sat on a sturdy branch of a tree, peering down the scope of his sniper rifle boredly. He turned the gun left and right, sweeping along the road. It had been an hour since he had climbed the tree and set up his nest. And he was already bored. Eli and Charlie were busy rigging the two Jeeps up on the road, blocking the path leading to the compound. Each vehicle was laced with explosives, hidden on the undercarriage and in the back seats. It had been a bit difficult with the tires slashed, but they had managed to manoeuvre them with some expert driving from Eli and a string of profanities from Charlie.

"Sparky, report!" Charlie whispered quickly, standing at the base of the tree. Lucas pulled away from the scope and glanced at the rather irritated looking medic.

"Roads all clear," he muttered flatly. "Just like it was five minutes ago." Charlie nodded, pushing away from the tree, he jogged across the road to the adjacent one where Eli roosted on a branch, hidden beneath a thicket of leaves.

"We're ready to rock and roll," Eli's voice wafted over the comm. The atmosphere changed from dull to electric in a second. Lucas shifted to get a better position, an excited grin spread across his sweaty face. He watched Charlie run up the road, skirting passed the two vehicles and into the camp; he stood in front of the alarm, waiting for the signal.

"Hit it!" Charlie flipped the switch, bringing the alarm to life with a grating noise a kin to an air raid siren, blaring out through the speakers around the camp. A crackling noise followed, a rebel spoke through the radio on the alarm, alerting Charlie that they would be there in less than half a minute.

"Places, people! The shows about to begin!" The medic sprinted across the compound and out of the opposite side of the camp, where he had hidden several proximity mines within the dirt, just in case. The road to the south lead directly to another outpost; which made it likely the rebels would use the south road, driving directly into their road block. He skirted around the perimeter and into the jungle until he was at the crest of a hill, overlooking the south exit; he laid flat against the grass, taking the sniper rifle in hand that he had set up.

"In coming from the south!" Lucas hissed through the comms, excitement audible in his voice. "Two Techinicals, six hostiles."

The vehicle sped down the road, flying over the dips and turning sharp corners. They came to a slow when the two Jeeps caught their attention, stopping a few yards away. The rebels stepped out, weapons at the ready; they exchanged wary looks, cautiously moving closer to the road block.

"Not yet, not yet." Charlie's finger ghosted over the trigger switch, twitching with anticipation. He watched with baited breath as the rebels stepped closer to investigate, poking around the Jeep, peering beneath the undercarriage and in the back seats, searching for enemies. They would never find the explosives unless they tore open the upholstery and crawled beneath the vehicle themselves, the medic had a certain finesse for concealing things.

"Light it up, baby!" Charlie flicked the red switch; the explosion cut through the jungle, echoing like a roar of thunder, shaking the ground and trees. A swirl of fiery red and orange ignited into the air, shadows flickered from the intense burst of light, a wave of heat rippled in the jungle, sucking the oxygen from the atmosphere, replacing it with a thick cloud of black smoke.

Eli and Lucas honed in on the rebels that hadn't been blown away from the force, they squeezed the triggers, giving a muted zip when the bullet flew from the barrel, embedding into the rebels heads and chest, knocking them to the floor with a jerking motion. When the rebels had all been killed, they remained rooted, waiting patiently for another wave of rebels to arrive. A small convoy of five men pulled to a stop at the end of the road, staring at the fire encompassing the Jeeps, surrounded by a mess of bloody limbs and charred bodies.

"Take 'em out?" The techie questioned, his cross hair trained on the drivers head. Eli gave him the all clear, and the three mercs opened fire, silently taking each of the men out before they had a chance to jump out of the truck and defend themselves. Again, they waited, but this time, no reinforcements came. After an hour of sitting stiff up in the trees, they climbed down, dissembling their weapons and re grouping inside the camp.

"That was fun!" Lucas exclaimed, flashing them a boyish grin, the merc stretched his arms above his head, turning his head left and right to relieve the pressure building in his muscles.

"Now all we need to do is set off the radio tower," Charlie mused, wiping the beads of sweat from his dirt streaked face. Eli nodded, eyes turning away from the fire that slowly ate away at the Jeep.

"Think you can handle that, Sparky?" Eli questioned, glancing at the techie over her shoulder.

"Uh, you sure about that, E?" Charlie asked with quiet concern, earning a glare from Lucas. "I wouldn't trust that guy with a lighter, never mind C4!"

"Hey!" Lucas snapped, offended. "I'm standing right here!" The medic rolled his eyes.

"You're hard to miss with that big gob of yours." Lucas scoffed.

"Yeah, well-!" The techie stumbled over his words awkwardly, desperately trying to think of an intellectual comeback. "I've been told I have a rather purdy mouth, actually!" He frowned, deadpanning at his own words. What the hell was that?

Charlie chuckled with amusement, flashing him a grin. "Oh, you're right! But I wouldn't think too much on that. After all, it was Buck who said it." At the mention of the Australian's name, both men shuddered, cringing as they recalled their brief encounters with the hitman.

"Enough already," Eli sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face. "Just go do your bloody job, Sparky."

"Aye aye!" With a mock of a salute, Lucas set off, disappearing into the jungle. Eli and Charlie began to clean up the base, collecting the scorched, stumpy limbs scattered among the foliage, the flesh an ugly black, blistered and smoldering. Eli cringed, picking up a severed arm, tossing it with disgust onto the growing pile of corpses. Just as she bent down to pick up a decapitated, burnt head, her satellite phone began to vibrate against her leg. She pulled off her gloves, stuffing them into her other pocket.

"Yes?" She answered impatiently.

"Hola, hermana!" The voice of Vaas greeted cheerfully and she frowned, sighing quietly. "Miss me?"

"Like a bullet to the brain," she spat boredly, shooting the tree in front of her an irritated glare when the pirate lord began to chuckle.

"Ah, you're so fucking sweet, you know?" He mocked, a grin audible in his tone. "Did you kill those fuckers?"

"Yeah, we cleared out the compound," she informed the pirate lord, who began to tut.

"I heard the alarm go off. Hermana, I'm disappointed. I thought you were better than that! I was beginning to wonder if you shit heads were dead." The tone in which he spoke implied that he would not have been upset about that fact.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but that was on purpose. We set the alarm off to lure the reinforcements out and kill them." The pirate lord gave an abrupt bark of laughter.

"Oh, I like it. That's fucking sneaky!" Vaas said with sadistic glee.

"Can you send some men over? We need to secure the camp and set up patrols along the roads." Eli abruptly pulled the phone away from her ear when the pirate lord began to shout obscene words at someone in the background.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M ON THE PHONE! IT'S FUCKING RUDE TO INTERRUPT, OKAY?" The sound of a gun shot rang in her ears, promptly followed by Vaas muttering something about people not being able to keep their mouths shut when he told them to.

"Where were we? Oh, yeah. I'll send some of these useless cocksuckers up there," he told her with a slight edge in his voice. He didn't sound too happy, so she decided not to push her luck with the pirate lord.

"We'll stay posted here until they arrive."

"Oh, hey, guess what? We're going to have a fucking party, so don't be too long, okay? I wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun!" Eli cringed. A party? Really? Oh god. She made a noise of protest, intent on refusing the offer, but Vaas cut in.

"For fucksake, you're annoying, you know that? You're wound tighter than a spring! You know what, I'll do you a fucking favour, okay? When you get back, we'll head to my shanty and work some of that tension out, sound good?" Without allowing her time to reply, he continued on his tangent. "I expect to see you here with a fucking smile on your face. No bullshit, got it? Good. See you soon! Bye bye!" Eli pulled the phone from her ear, giving the device a dirty look that would turn any man to stone. Vaas thought she was the annoying one? Did he really not know how annoying he was?! Eli gave a groan, half tempted to through her phone at the tree from frustration. A party. Great. That's just what she needed.

"Boom, baby!" Lucas cackled madly into the comm piece, giving her a start. An earth shattering explosion followed; a thick pillar of black smoke curled up into the air, casting a dark veil in the sky.

The pirate reinforcements arrived shortly after; they began to fortify the walls, setting up patrols around the perimeter. Those who weren't standing guard, had the task of clearing away the bodies, putting them into the back of a truck to be dumped into a mass grave nearby. The burnt out vehicles had been pushed to one side, allowing them to come and go without obstruction. Eli and Charlie barked orders at the pirates, ordering them to set up a barrier on the roofs to allow the snipers some form of cover and to form a road block on one of the exits, bottle necking the road.

"We need to get some K9 units," Eli mused, watching the pirates moving around the compound, each busy with a task the mercenaries had assigned them. "It'll stop anyone sneaking in."

"Like we just did?" Charlie asked with a smirk. Eli chuckled.

"Pretty much."

"Let's go pick Sparky up and head back to base."


The trio stood in the heart of the compound, staring with disbelief at the sight before them. Music blared from the loudspeakers, echoing all across the camp; a modern dubstep song pulsating in the air. Bottles of beer chinked together loudly in celebration, mixing with the abundance of drugs flowing through the camp. A bonfire roared in the centre, bathing them in a glow of reds and golds, moving tantalizingly to the music. Eli's eye twitched at the crude poles propped up around the camp, women dancing with their limbs tangled around the pole, men shouting and whistling at them encouragingly.

"These guys sure know how to party," Lucas mused with raised brows, watching the pirates grind against the women that had been brought in especially for the occasion; prostitutes from Bad Town, no doubt. Eli cringed when Vaas made his way over to them, swaying from side to side in some weird, comical dance that reminded her of Jack Sparrow.

"Heeeeey, amigos!" He shouted loudly into her ear, words slurring. He slung his arm around her shoulder and leaned entirely into her, causing Eli to stumble. Charlie and Lucas stood beside her, quietly snickering among themselves.

"Vaas," she greeted with disdain, trying to pull her face away from his. "Is this... necessary?" Eli gestured to the party with a flick of her wrist. He laughed, taking another quick swig from his bottle.

"You need to loosen up, baby! This is my island, remember?" He grinned, leaning in close to stroke her face. "No one is fucking stupid enough to come in here, okay? So don't worry!" Vaas suddenly let out a loud 'whoop' when another song came on, one of his favourites, apparently.

"You want some candy?" Vaas asked, holding up a vibrant red pill. "They'll take you to the fucking moon and back!" Eli stared at the drug, swallowing thickly with temptation. She almost reached out and took it, only to stop, all too aware of her team mates standing behind her, watching the interaction closely.

"Uh, no, thank you..." Eli forced through gritted teeth, trying to wriggle away from his grip. The grin quickly faded from his face, replaced by a glare. The sudden shift in mood made her uncomfortable, as did the tightening grip on her shoulder.

"If you're gonna be here, you better play fucking ball, okay? I don't want no boring shit from you."

"I'm here to do a job, Vaas, not get high and drunk," she spat back in defense.

"You should! You look like a fucking tight ass!" He said loudly, inches from her ear, causing her to wince. Suddenly, he grabbed either side of her face, forcing her to look at him directly. He had that look in his eyes again and she felt the need to distance herself.

"When you're under my roof, you do as I fucking say, got it?" His voice no louder than a whisper, she could hear the threats just beneath the surface. Reluctantly, she nodded, sighing heavily through her nose. Vaas released his grip, grinning like a maniac. He beckoned over one his men, the two exchanged quiet words, before the man quickly left, re appearing moments later with uncapped bottles of beer; the man then took their gear, muttering something about putting it in their respective shacks. Vaas handed the red pill to Eli, who begrudgingly took it, she slid it discreetly into her pocket when the pirate lord looked away, flashing him a grin when he turned his attention back to her.

"How about we ditch these motherfuckers and go somewhere more quiet, hm?" He whispered huskily, slowly inching closer towards her, the heat from his body poured over her and she shuddered, taking a wide step back.

"Sorry, I'm about to stick a couple of pins in my eyes. Another time, maybe?" She ground out sarcastically, giving him a wide, sickly sweet grin. Vaas merely shrugged.

"It's only a matter of time, hermana. Why delay the inevitable?" Heat rose to her cheeks, flushing the skin a tomato red. From embarrassment of their audience or anger, she didn't know. Inwardly, she thanked the stars that no one would be able to see in the darkness.

"Anyway," Charlie cleared his throat awkwardly, taking Eli by the arm and pulling her back. "Thanks for the drinks!" He said politely, flashing Vaas a smile. "We're gonna go get something to eat." The others nodded in quick agreement, taking wide strides over to where a pirate stood behind a barbecue with sizzling slabs of meat cooking on the grill.

They let out a chorus of sighs, relieved to be away from the pirate lord. Eli wasn't sure if she found him more annoying drunk or sober. She pushed the pirate lord to the back of her mind, gratefully accepting the plate of food Lucas handed her. The trio sat themselves down in a quiet corner, enjoying their food and drinking the beer. After a while, they began to feel dizzy, a haze descending upon them. Eli shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of the strange feeling creeping over her.

"Hey, you guys f-feel a little... funny...?" Lucas slurred awkwardly, tilting his head left and right with confusion. "H-holy fuck! I-is thatta giant pig on the fire?!" He exclaimed with wonder, pushing away from his seat, he stumbled over to a spit roast, watching with awe as the pig slowly rotated.

"Shit, it is!" Charlie gasped, following the techie. The pair crouched on the ground, mouths open, eyes fixated on the cooking swine.

"What's going on?" Her voice echoed all around her, fading in and out of focus. The world became distorted in a myriad of shapes and colours. She blinked hard, trying to pull reality back into focus. The camp fell away like bricks tumbling from a wall, replaced by water and tall, skyscraper mushrooms. Soft glowing orbs fell from the sky, moving around her in a ghostly dance.

"'Shrooms!" She said with childlike wonder, eyes wide with amazement, staring up at the invisible fungi looming over her. Eli laughed happily as she wandered through the camp, pushing through the cluster of pirates dancing around a wooden stage. She paused, the loud music pulsated all around her, rippling through the air in waves, caressing her skin. She couldn't stop herself, it was as if her body had a mind of its own. She swayed her hips, raising her hands into the air and shaking her head left and right to the beat of the music.

A warm presence enveloped her from behind, muscular arms circling around her waist, pulling her flush against a solid surface. She made no protest and continued to dance with the person behind her, moving as one. Eli danced for what felt like hours, her eyes glazed over in a far away mist, drowning in pure ecstasy. The smile never left her face for a moment. Sweat dripped from her brow, rolling across her skin and wetting her hair, but she didn't even notice. Her sole purpose in life only to move with the beat of the music.

The next morning, Eli awoke with a terrible headache. Her sweaty bangs clung to her ghostly pale face, hanging in her listless, dull eyes; red rimmed and bloodshot, stark against the dark bruises beneath them. She cleared her throat, cringing when a raw sensation clawed at the inside, scratchy and sore. Eli pinched bridge of her nose, she took in deep, steady breaths to calm the nausea tipping back and forth in her knotted stomach.

The shafts of light creeping through the metal grates stung her eyes and she hissed, turning away from the glare with a new found hatred. She flopped back onto her bed, arm draped over her face, brows knitted together with pain. Eli suddenly gasped, shooting bolt upright, cringing when her head began to spin. She glanced around her shanty with alarm, sweeping her gaze over every item in the room.

What happened last night?!


What indeed. ;) Not much Vaas in this one, I know, but he'll be in the next chapter, I promise~ Let me know what you think! I'm very open to constructive criticism and suggestions! I do love to bounce ideas around and have a good chat! :)

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