Getting picked up by the Spectran military and cuffing 'Chief Anderson', along with the black hood she pulled over his head, was the easy part.

Getting a shuttle pickup from an occupied location she ordered the pilot to take them to the Spectran base of operations she had been assigned to. He had to get security clearance, taking them longer.

Standing in the shuttle now in full Black-Swan mode she stood with her shoulders straight, hands clasp behind her back feet slightly apart to attention. Mental preparation for the mission ahead she stole glances at him.

The G-Force commander now immersed in his role sat solemnly, as his character would with his hands and feet cuffed. Since she couldn't see his face she hoped he was mentally preparing.

Arriving at the base she indicated to the guards get him to his feet.

Without much resistance, he stood up and stumbled as they dragged him fully shackled off the shuttle. She pulled off his hood, his glasses fell off tinkering on the tarmac. A hand reached down, picking them up Scavenger arranged them neatly onto his face again.

Welcome back Black-Swan." Her sardonic smirk and patronising hand gestures irritated her. "It's good to see you managed to finally bring him in. I thought you lost him."

"Shut up Scavenger, go play with your lover boys." She rolled her eyes and indicated a group of green clad soldiers nearby watching them.

Meaning to insult her.

"Look what we have here?" Scavenger, jealous of her catch sneered, as she removed her mask, pinkish hair falling to her shoulders. Cold grey eyes shift to the Chief as she moved her lips in close to his ear teasing him.

"The mighty Chief Anderson, what will they do without you…."

Chief looked up, his stance made of steel. "You think- "

"G-Force will come running…like they could find you here." Laughing she turned her attention to her rival.

"Keep talking Anderson and I'll gag you." Black Swan warned, shooting him a look that spoke volumes.

Pulling him away before her rival could kiss him as she intended too. Scavenger pulled an unpleasant face.

"He's my prisoner Scavenger, so don't even try to get in on it." She growled. Moving in closer to her rival, clasping 'Chief Andersons' arm hard to make her point.

He flinched, but kept up his iron clad pose, his intense gaze taking in his surroundings discreetly.

"Better luck next time..." Black-Swan replied tartly. "Maybe you could snare the Condor… that's if he you can even engage him for more than five minutes… without him rendering you unconscious."

She flinched at the mention of his name. The Condor had left an impression on her.

Scavenger stared her in the eye like a bitch Pitbull terrier wanting a fight. "I'm sure the Chief would enjoy you, you could do him in his cell… Older men have a certain flavour of experience. I'm sure he'd enjoy a fuck why not entertain him. Tie him to chair, so he can't refuse you."

"I'm not into older men, and I don't do prisoners." She rebuked her. She was easy to put off, Scavenger was a good fighter, but she lacked class and wit.

Scavenger leaned in closer to the 'Chief's' ear, her vile eyes on her as she loudly whispered. "I'll fuck you, until you scream for more. I'm good at it… I'll make it… part of your torture, pleasure and pain...She's too sweet to give you what you want."

"You're not touching him." She tightened her grip on his arm, ready to fight for him.

"He's mine. Zoltar gave him to me as a gift." She glowered. Scavenger backdown a little, still sneering like a feral cat at the mention of Zoltar.

"You're Zoltar and Mala's favourite, you get all the candy…who will they give you next the Eagle?" Scavenger's acid tongue had done her enough damage for one day.

There had been cases of Sicarius and Blackbirds doing what Scavenger had suggested. She prevented horrible abuses of prisoners where ever she could.

Growling in a low voice she moved in on her. "Come near my, catch bitch and I'll gut you like a fish."

Abruptly she escorted him away from her. Speaking to her back Scavenger thought she had one over her.

Stopping in her tracks at the mention of his name.

She had run one mission with him since their 'break up.' She was able to avoid talking to the bastard since they were escorting Zoltar and Mala.

"I have a mission with Stinger." Scavenger baited, waiting for her reaction.

She worked to keep her tone even. "Good luck."

Walking away, a cold chill ran up her spine, he still haunted her.

The blue Federation uniform stood out amongst the sea of green uniforms before her. Keeping the chief close, showing off her catch as a Sicarius would, she proudly marched him towards the main doors into the base.

A loud sprinkle of cheers and clapping for her success, rang through the landing bay as she escorted 'Chief Anderson,' past groups of pilots and troops. Rumours had rung throughout the army he had been captured.

They were across the landing bay when she saw him. Drawing in a deep breath she kept moving.

Staring straight at her, with his usual charming smile, stood Stinger. He was a foot taller than the man standing beside her.

He casually strolled over, watching her the whole time.

He has some nerve. She thought wildly. Being cornered he ordered the guards to stand down, taking Chief Andersons other arm.

"You took your time coming in, we were about go on a search party." His smooth ways no longer had an effect. He looked across the chief at her amused.

"My transport crashed, we had to do some of it on foot. He gave me some trouble, but we sorted it out." She filled him, noticing his promotion to captain of a Blackbirds squadron it made it harder simply dismiss him.

"I see you're in better humour, than the last time we met my lover. You disappeared before I could-" His arrogance oozing out of every pore.

Did he really think she's take him back into her bed after what happened in her apartment.

"Nothing has changed, we are still over… and I'm not your lover." She informed him, hoping it would deter him from the conversation, he'd grow bored. Like he even knew what the word 'love' meant.

What she ever saw in him she couldn't fathom.

The 'Chief,' Stiffened as they walked. He was taking in every word.

"We had a fight, that's all. " Stinger, brushed off her remarks. " Things… got a little carried away. How about I make it up to you next time, I'll have sex with you in the shower, and in the bedroom."

"There's no next time." She said Bluntly.

"You my darling, are playing hard-to-get." He smirked. "I miss you...I miss your pretty mouth wrapped around my-"

"I don't miss you, Scavenger will oblige you if your wanting sex." Anger rose inside of her. Glaring she wanted to slap him, but she wasn't giving him an excuse to have her whipped for assaulting a ranking Captain.

"We're good in bed together, why spoil it over a misunderstanding." He halted the 'Chief.' Stepping in front of him, moving in closer to her, she could feel his warm breath on her face.

Abruptly pulling away. For a moment, she forgot about Mark.

"Is that what you call it? When you're not getting your way, when a woman says no to you." Contempt filled her. "Don't you have a mission to run with Scavenger, Captain?"

"We can have make-up sex later." He hinted, ignoring her comments." Drop the filthy Federation prisoner off at the cells. I'll meet you in your base quarters."

"If you come near my apartment, or my base quarters, you know the consequences. We are on a professional level only." She subtly reminded him.

"Who says it has to be at your place. Next mission I have few things in mind afterwards. We could make it more…exciting."

He stepped back, a smug smile flinted across his lips. "I requested you for this mission. But since you weren't here yet and Mala wants to see you once she arrives… "

Mark was being restrained, but from the glares Stinger had from him- it was like sharp blades of his boomerang aimed for his throat.

She didn't miss the look he shot her either.

Stinger turned looking at her prisoner with contempt, as they approached the cellblock. "Chief Anderson… looks like your federation is crumbling under your feet. Enjoy your last meal."

Turning his attention back her, he ignored the Chief's curt response.

He harshly let go of his arm.

"You have spirit my lover, it's a turn on." Stinger came in close, reaching out to touch her, she deflected him.

"Go, I can handle the Chief." She hissed.

'Chief Anderson's' facial muscles twitched, his lips turned into a snarl. Thing were heating up, she had to get him away from Stinger.

Too late…

"You Spectrum scum bastards." He spat.

The tensions heightened. His leg shot out striking Stinger square in the stomach, sending him sprawling across the hall, the 'chief' went after him like a raptor swooping it prey.

Lifting his cuffs like talons, he whacked Stinger hard across the face. He would bruise up nicely.

Stinger leapt to his feet engaging the cuffed chief, stunned by his fighting abilities the Chief had him in a headlock as he was strangling Stinger. It was amazing he kept his disguise in place with the fight unfolding before her.

She stepped in between them before it got out of hand, and Mark blew his cover. Separating them like boys in a school yard.

Laying a boot into the 'chief' internally wincing from having to hurt him, to get him off the Blackbird Captain. She was forced to chain his feet with a set of cuffs handed to her by a guard.

"Mala wouldn't be happy if you bruised the chief, before she got to speak to him." Wreathing her prisoner to his feet, scolding him in Spectran. Guards ran to their aid, she brushed them off, but they stayed close by waiting for more trouble.

Stinger glowered, his eyes darkened, wiping blood off his bottom lip. "Next fucking time Chief, I'll kill you."

Picking himself up off the ground, he marched back towards the hanger.

Stinger stopped for a moment, his beaked mask in his hand as he pulled it over his face ready to leave. He didn't look back, striding in the opposite direction.

The 'Chief' didn't say a word, he didn't have too, his feather ruffled she pulled his jacket back into place. His iron clad stance, and raptor eyes spoke for him. She adjusted his glasses.

What was he thinking? She worked to control her trembling heart. She indicated to the guards at the station to join their escort, her shoulders straight holding in her feelings tight inside of her was agony.

Mark, standing beside her and learning the dreaded truth of her life inside the Spectran army- it was unhinging her.

Working to pull it all together. She pushed her prisoner harder than she intended, he stumbled forward into the cellblock, keeping in character.

Getting the 'Chief,' into his High security cell, she checked his cuffs, unlinking them so he could escape.

"Chief of security doesn't take that kind of crap." He said. "He can fight."

"Go now…" She whispered urgently. "Before you blow it entirely."

He shook his head. "No…"

"You fool." She scolded him. He could escape and transmute, meet his team and still take his targets… why would he hesitate? He simply watched her.

"Have you made contact?" She asked.

"Yes." It was all she needed to know. Keeping her personal feelings under control she pretended to check his restraints again. To her horror, he locked them in place.

"I go when you come back for me." His lips barely moved as he spoke, searched her eyes for a second as she headed for the door.

"I'll be back soon." She informed him. The man behind the disguise looked directly into her piecing her soul. She saw hurt there, and more. He was on the tip of the iceberg of her life, and she didn't want to him to learn any more of it.