A/N: Round Four...DING!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this bitchin' plot.

Akalara entered the office she shared with Brit. "Hey, we got an assignment today?" she asked hopefully.

"Fuckin' hell no," Brit grumbled, tossing pencils up in the air and sticking them in the ceiling. "Tseng ain't sending us out until the Medical Facility releases my ass. Sorry, Ak. We're stuck doing paperwork like bitches til then."

Akalara sighed and sat at her desk and checked her email. "That's okay, Brit," she said. "This kind of thing happens sometimes. No worries. We'll be back out kicking ass in no time."

Brit balked. "You just said ass!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit! I'm finally fucking rubbing off on you! This calls for a celebration!"

Brit reached into her bottom desk drawer which she had converted into a mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. Akalara stared at her. "It's not even 9:30 in the morning!" she exclaimed. "And why do you have beer in the office?"

"Okay, take the recently removed stick back outta your ass and drink with me," Brit ordered, tossing her a bottle. "We aren't getting assigned to anything with my arm still in a sling anyway. Just paperwork. Alcohol will make the paperwork more entertaining."

Akalara twisted the top off her beer. "What shall we drink to?" she asked as Brit brought her bottle to her lips.

"What, we have to drink to something?" she asked with a smirk.

"To condone drinking this early, yes."

"Fine," she said rolling her eyes. She lifted her beer. "To Reno. He's a fine fuck!"

Akalara raised her beer. "To Reno," she said and drank down half the bottle. She blinked her eyes. "Maybe I should have had breakfast."

Brit snickered. This was going to be an interesting day.

Akalara was laying on her desk, staring at her ceiling. "There are exactly 278 holes in each ceiling tile," she commented, taking another drink of her seventh beer. Or maybe it was her seventeenth. She didn't know.

"You sure about that?" Brit asked looking up. "I think mine have some more."

"That's just because...because you keep sticking those...writing thingies in the ceiling," she replied.

"Riight," Brit said, knocking back another beer. There was a knock on the door and a delivery man came in, carrying a dozen red roses and a balloon that read, "For My Sweetie."

"Akalara?" he asked, looking at each of them.

Brit pointed to her partner. "That's her," she said. "The Green Bitch."

"Fuck you," Akalara grumbled, sitting up on her desk and going through the roses searching for the card.

"Woot!" Brit exclaimed digging out two more bottles of beer. "Another swear, another beer."

"No!" Akalara moaned. "No more. I'm gonna feel like awful later."

Brit tossed the beer to the delivery guy. "Fine, then we'll tip the man with it," she said with a grin.

"Hey, thanks!" the man said with a smile.

"No prob," Brit smirked as he left. "Who they from?"

Akalara giggled. "Reno," she said as if it was supposed to be obvious. "Now aren't you jealous? He sent me flowers and not you."

"That's cuz he knows I'd shove them up his ass if he did," Brit said. "I hate those things. They're a waste of money. They just die. Now, if he bought me a 12 pack of Odins, that's a useful gift."

"You'd rather get condoms than flowers?"

"Fuck yeah."

"You really are messed up," she said. She looked at the balloon. "This is weird. It's not floating. It's just stuck in with the flowers." She poked it and something inside made a sloshing noise.

"Maybe it's beer," Brit laughed. She reached for a pencil. "One way to find out!"

With a perfect aim, Brit threw the pencil right at the balloon, popping it. The liquid substance inside exploded all over Akalara and her desk. Brit laughed again.

"Gross!" Akalara screamed, leaping from her desk. "What the hell is this shit?!"

"Two more beers!"

"Stop with the drinking game already!" she yelled, wiping the white goo off her. "Yuck! This smells like rotting mayonnaise and...meat! Oh gross! This is nasty!"

Their office door creeked open and a small siamang crept in, it's four arms held behind it's back.

"Oh shit, I've drank too much," Brit said eyeing the creature. "That monkey has four arms. Oh Shiva, it's a spider monkey!!"

Laughing at her own joke, Brit fell on the floor. "Spiders have eight arms, you twit," Akalara said, still scrubbing at her suit. She stared at the siamang as it approached her. "I think that's Niki's. She 'liberated' it from the labs. Which basically means she stole company propertly. Along with those damn mice of hers."

"More beer!" Brit cheered reaching into her desk. She looked at the siamang. "Uh, it's got something in it's hands."

Akalara looked at the creature and shrieked when it flung what it was holding at her. Sticking to her already sticky suit were hundreds of maggots, eating the mayonnaise/meat concoction off her uniform. "AAAAAHHHHH!" she screamed, running out of the office with the maggots coating her. "Get it off, get it off, get it off!"

Brit watched as the siamang jumped up to the airconditioning vents and made a noise. The vent opened and Niki jumped down, picking the siamang up and patting her gently. "Good work, Kali," she said. She grinned at Brit. "How's the arm?"

"Hurts like a bitch," she said, tossing the clinically insane Turk a beer. "Good one. Thanks for waiting on that one."

"No problem," Niki said, sharing the beer with Kali. "It'll just keep getting better and better."

A/N: This operation is fun as hell! Okay, Special Announcement Time: There is a special Turk assignment that is going to be happening. Not in this fic, but elsewhere. For more details, please PM Akalara (aka, dantesdarkqueen). This assignment will involve working with Reno. That is all. Oh and REVIEW!!!