Hello all! I am just on a roll with these chapters! I got this one down last night, and finished it today. I hope you like, and enjoy!
So they waited about twenty minutes, grabbing some wood and trying to stay warm by the fire. B.A. found a place to sit, and Aria looked over him again, cleaning his scrapes and then taking a careful look at his gunshot wound. His muscles were sore around it as expected, but they seemed even more sensitive than they should be.
"Alright, B.A. I'm gonna ask. How in the hell did this happen?" Aria said pointing to the gunshot wound.
B.A. regaled her what happened, explaining how Pike had shot him down as he was repelling down the side of a building. Then he landed on a glass roof above a room that he had to shoot at in order to fall through to get away from Pike still shooting at him. By this time, the rain had thankfully stopped. Murdock came to join them and listen to what had happened. Aria finished with B.A. then moved on to Murdock's cut, B.A. still telling them the story.
Aria's hands were cool on Murdock's skin as she swept the cotton ball of alcohol over his cuts with one hand and held back his bangs with the other. He didn't even remember how he had gotten them, just that when he came out of the water, his left cheek hurt and his right eyebrow stung. She was thorough when she cleaned it, making it sting and burn more than he thought necessary. After that, though, she blew on it to help cool it off. It felt wonderful.
Finally, Face gathered them all to board the boat that had been there. Hannibal climbed in first, then lent a hand to help Aria. Murdock put his hands on her hips and lifted her up, leaving fire racing through her. Murdock followed Aria, with B.A. clamoring up next. Face threw the bag into the boat, and jumped in last. He started the engine, and took off.
"So if Sosa knows we're alive..." Face explained as he drove the boat.
"...she'll believe Morrison is alive, too." Hannibal finished.
"Let's just hope that Lynch still has Sosa's comm lines." Face said as he dialed a number.
B.A., Murdock, and Aria all sat in the back, just listening and thinking as the wind whipped through their hair. Well, Murdock's and Aria's, at least. Murdock was twisting his hat again. Aria sidled up to him, freezing with the wind and the fact that she was still pretty damp from the rain.
"You ok?" He asked her.
"Fine. Just a little cold." She explained through chattering teeth.
"Here. Come here." He said, lifting his arm out to allow her to snuggle close. She slid in next to him, his body heat warming her. "Better?"
"Yes. Thank you." She looked up at him, gratefulness in her eyes. But there was something else as well. Affection? Adoration? ...love? B.A. coughed, breaking the moment. "How's the shoulder?" Aria asked.
"Better, thanks."
"And the hip?"
"Same."
Face got off the phone, a smile on his handsome face. Aria got the feeling things were starting to run smoothly again for the team.
"So what's the plan?" She asked.
"We've got to get to L.A. I'll get us some passports so we can get outta here, then we'll get on a freighter where we'll head to L.A. and finish things once and for all when we dock." Face explained above the roar of the spray.
"Sounds good to me." B.A. said, glad there would be no flying.
"We'll have to get some disguises." Hannibal informed them.
"That's not too bad." Aria piped up.
"Depends on what you have to be." Murdock whispered in her ear.
When they finally made landfall, Face managed to get them a car, and found a cheap motel where they could put on their disguises, after he got their passports. The team sat on the beds, relaxing for once while they waited. They took turns with the shower, thankful they had two rooms. Face came back, with most of their disguises along with their passports. He had two suits, one for him and one for Hannibal, a box of hair dye(for both of them), a red polo shirt, khaki dress pants, and a camel colored duster( all for Murdock), and a traditional African outfit for B.A.. For Aria, he had a black pinstripe pencil skirt with matching jacket, along with a deep pink satin dress shirt, and 4 inch black stilettos. She took one look a the heels and almost killed him. Instead, she smacked him in the arm with one.
"You seriously think I'm going to wear those?"
"Yeah. It's part of your disguise."
"What am I? A hooker? Let me tell you something. When you have walked in an office, for an entire day in shoes like that, then, and only then, you can pick them out for me. Until that time, you better have another pair."
"Sorry. I guess you'll have to wear those." He shrugged.
"And what about make-up? You want me to look like a business woman, right? I'm going to need make-up." She cocked her left leg out, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Uh..." Face rubbed his face, his stubble making noise as he did so.
"Uh-huh. Didn't think of that. Give me 50 dollars and 2 hours, and you'll have your business woman."
"What! 50 bucks?"
"Do you have any idea how much a curling iron costs?" Face sighed.
"Alright. Here." He reached in his pocket and gave her a 50 euro. She took the bill, and stuck her hand out again. "What now?"
"Keys, honey bun. Keys." Face looked over at Hannibal who just shrugged, trying not to laugh.
"Fine. I want you back here in an hour." He reluctantly handed over the keys.
"I'll be back in 30."
With that, Aria left, making sure to ask all of the boys if they needed anything. They were still trying not to laugh over the little scene that had just unfolded, so she only got "no's". Aria went to the front desk, asking were the nearest supermarket was. The clerk gave her directions, which she thanked him for. She got in the car, and left.
The supermarket was relatively easy to find. Aria pulled into a parking space, and got out, hoping she could find all she needed here. The place was huge with products ranging from food to clothes. Each had it's own side, and she went to the make-up first. There, she found the cheap stuff and put in eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, blush, lipstick, and foundation. Then she moved to hair care, finding a cheap enough curling iron. After that, she went to the shoes and found a pretty pair of 2 inch pink heels that matched the shirt Face had gotten her perfectly. Adding up the prices in her quick mind, she realized that she still had 30 euros left. She managed to find a few clothes on sale, grabbing a few shirts, some underwear, and another pair of jeans. Then, by pure luck, she found a purse to match as well, on slae, as well as a bottle of her favorite perfume. Face doesn't have much experience with women's disguises, she thought as each item she was going to purchase rolled by her on the conveyor belt. Aria payed for what she had, and left, arriving back at the hotel in exactly 30 minutes.
The boys looked at her as she came in with her bags, unbelieving a woman had only taken 30 minutes to shop for something. Aria went to her room, setting her bags down, noticing her disguise had been laid out on the bed for her. She went into the boys rooms to see B.A. Helping Hannibal dye his hair, Face lounging on one of the beds, Murdock sitting cross-legged on the foot of the other. Aria walked up to Face, and dug in her pocket for her change.
"Here ya, go, sweetheart. Buy ya something nice." She told him, placing the money on his chest. He picked it up.
"It's only 3 euros." He said, disbelievingly.
"And?" she asked, heading back to her room to get dressed.
An hour and a half later, the boys knocked at her door, ready to leave. Hannibal's hair was now a black color with gray peeking out at his temples. The suit he was in made him look sharp, and pretty handsome. Face looked a little suspicious in his suit with a long blackish-gray coat. His hair had also been dyed to a darker brown. He had a pair of purple sunglasses in one hand, while he banged on the door with the other. Murdock stood clutching his yarmulke in both hand,s desperately wanting his faded red ball cap instead. B.A. was just glad they weren't flying anywhere. He didn't really care that he looked like a huge banana.
"Alright, alright. Hold your horses. Don't laugh, ok?" She sounded..scared.
"What could we possibly laugh at?" Face asked, turning around to tell the boys.
They were all curious to this. She had all but locked them out of her room after she got back. The boys heard snippets of songs as she got ready from the paper thin walls, a few "Dammit!"s, and the occasional bump of a body on furniture, but that was all. Hannibal had knocked on her door to see if she was okay after a particular heavy thud from her room. She had opened the door a crack, revealing just her face, and quickly answered she was fine.
The door opened, and Aria stepped out. The boys held their breath as she came out, definitely not expecting what they saw. Her long, black hair had been coaxed into sexy curls that bounced and swayed in the wind. Her make-up was tastefully done, the smoky pink shadow making the her green eyes pop to a bright emerald color. Her lashes were sky high, thick and lush. The clothes Face had gotten her fit her perfectly. The blouse was able to flow, even though it was tucked into her skirt. The jacket hugged her breast, the button done making them pop up and out. The skirt hugged her bottom, exaggerating the curve. It fell to her knees, the slit in the back going far, but not too far, up to allow her to move. Aria's legs were made even longer by the heels, but not the point were she would be in pain after three steps. The necklace she had worn before was put on display on her graceful neck. She slung her bag over her one shoulder, and picked up a purse, closing the door behind her.
The boys could only stare at her, their mouths hung open. She looked, gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy? Yes, sexy as hell. She turned around to see them.
"What? Is something wrong?" She asked, smoothing her skirt down.
"No, no, nothing." Hannibal said.
"Well, then, come on. We're going to be late." She told them, heading out to the car.
As soon as Aria was out of earshot, the boys couldn't help but exclaim.
"Oh, my God! Did you just see her, Hannibal? She, oh, she looked-" Face could only look at where Aria had gone.
"Yes, Face I did. She looked, beautiful." Hannibal looked after her, too. The light, sweet scent of vanilla wafted over them all. Just a trace of her after she'd gone.
"Day-am!" B.A. said. "Day-am."
"You can say that again." Face exclaimed.
Murdock looked after her, the wind blowing her perfume back at him. That same sweet scent of vanilla, just like in Mexico. Boy, she had grown up. She was not only beautiful, and smart, and talented, but wonderful, and adventurous. She was everything he'd ever wanted. She was what he wanted.
"She's perfect." Murdock whispered.
"Hey Murdock, ya coming?"Face asked, heading out to the car.
"Yeah, coming!" He ran to catch up with them.
