Black-Fl0wer: I'll try to write Marcus harsher. He's the only one I think I need work on. Glad you liked the chapter.

A/N: Alright everyone a little action in this chapter, next chapter things are going to get moving. I wanted a chapter to explain a little bit. Read and review. Please!

Chapter 12: Let the Hunt Begin

"So hold up!" Cole interjected as he put his arm in the air, mostly to let everyone know he was talking. And he would be damned if he was going to let anyone try to talk over him. "What cave? And what'chu mean; something big and new? I dunno Marcus, that be soundin' all sorts of shady bullshit."

Baird somewhat roughly yanked his friend's arms down, that was his best friend, but he still could get on his nerves at times too. "Shady? Cole, listen to yourself? You think other squads are trying to send us to our doom? Pssh, please."

"Ey, ey man, I ain't sure. I'm just sayin' that that we got's an enemy, and they may be tryin' to do all sorts of weird bullshit." Cole lowered his arms down to his side, as his friend somewhat pulled them down. "I'm just sayin' somethin' don't sound to right."

Marcus looked at his crew and shook his head, sometimes he wondered why he had certain people in his squad, and where the hell Cole got his ideas from. He was a good man, but sometimes he was just saying shit out of his ass. He had to walk away before he said something, and Marcus rarely regretted anything he said; he was not about to blow up on Cole, Baird, yes, but not Cole or Dom. Walking off grumbling something under his breath, Fenix went to go and talk to Anya to see if they could get transportation to their next destination, soon to be mission.

"What do we do with her?" Baird asked as he pointed his thumb to Farrah, "Do we just say our goodbye's now?"

"WOW!" Farrah impulsively snapped as she stomped her foot down!

"God damnit Baird!" Dom inched forward to the blonde man, "Sometimes-no-most the time you're such an ass. What the Hell is wrong with you?" Dom inched forward once again at the end of his question.

Cole and Farrah were in the middle of the two, Cole just shoved Dom back. "Easy, my man, easy."

"Shut the fuck up Dom. It was a joke. The little princess knew that" He lightly punched her shoulder. "Didn't you?"

She looked at him like he was crazy, "No I didn't. And I didn't think that was a joke, considering I was left behind. Maybe if you would stop being a stuck up jackass, and listened to people you would have known that."

The girl wanted to just kick him in the nuts, if he had any! He probably didn't, Baird was known for talking so much shit, and almost never having a way to back up all his talk. Very few people called him out on that. Those that did call him out, at least in his mind were very bold. Bold and had a death wish.

Farrah looked over at Dom and managed to take a few steps toward him, as he heard Baird begin to speak again. "Now, now, darling, is that any way to speak to your guard? Someone that saved your life?"

Cole slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Baird, you idiot!" he made a grunting sound after his palm hit the center of his face.

Dom witnessed that; and it just set Farrah off, before she had a chance to converse the Latino made sure he got some words in. He light pushed Farrah behind him and opened his mouth to speak. "We both did, so you can quit with that! You don't need to blackmail her. Which is exactly what you're doing, with that whole guard shit-"

The goggles on Baird head were starting to steam up, he was so enraged. How dare Dom stick up for this girl? What the hell, why was he acting like a bitch. "I think Dominic is a little jealous that I got the job he wanted." He heaved his weapon over his shoulder, holding onto the strap of the gun as he resumed talking. "There, there, Dom, once second best, always second best…"

"You motherfucker!" Dom advanced on Baird, but before he could, he had Cole on him in a second; of course he was going to shelter his best friend. But even the black man recognized that Baird was pushing his luck. "Ease up Baird. Enough."

The twenty two year old was griping onto one of the Hispanic's buffed arm's trying to heave him back, though she was not doing a successful job at that.

Baird smirked as he saw the rage and disgust Dom was feeling right now. "I think it's a little funny, your wife just died, and you're already onto another women. She looks like a whore, just your type, huh?" He winked at the girl and turned his back to the others and walked off to find Marcus.

That was the final straw, not having the best of judgment right now, Dom was over letting this go. He wanted to rip Baird apart and have him undergo every last inch of throbbing pain that he had felt! From losing his children, to his wife, to this whole war! It was wrecking him inside, he had to be tough, and Baird was feeding off his pain. Accidentally moving his arm's to try to almost crawl over Cole, he knocked Farrah in the face.

Farrah fell to the ground, unaware of what was happening, she said felt a sudden pain in her face. The next thing he knew she was on the ground. Cole was yelling for Dom to calm down! All of the men on Delta squad were big, and extremely muscular. But Cole had to be the most! And he loved to brag about it. "Ya'h ain't about to over throw the Train, Dom! Stop it man, calm down!"

Baird crept up on Marcus who just finished talking to Anya once more. Boy, did he ever miss seeing her! He loved to talk to her, but only could get away for the squad for a few minutes. Without him there, they would all end up killing each other. "How's the boss lady doing?" He asked.

Marcus was startled by hearing the loudmouth gear. Turning around quickly, "Baird you idiot! Don't creep up on me like that." He pointed back to the direction of where the others were last. "Let's get a move on, from what Anya said we don't have to far to go. Maybe a few hours."

Dom finally seemed to calm down he was talking to himself, he needed to get away from people, at this time Marcus was talking to Farrah of what he was expecting of her, he sent Baird and Cole to go and try to find anything they could scramble up; food, ammunition, weapons, anything and everything.

"That bastard owes me the biggest apology ever. How dare he bring my wife into this! I know she's gone, same with my baby boy and baby girl. How dare he tell me that I have forgotten her…and replaced her!" Yelling every once in a while just out of pure anger, he needed to calm down. When you're at war get angry at your own team is one of the worst things to do. He needed to get past this; the war was going to go on for a while. "This new mission, I know I can do this. Let. The. Hunt. Begin!"