"You've got to trust your instinct, And let go of regret" 311 - "All Mixed Up"
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Falcon looked over his partner for the mission, Spirit, carefully. The broad shouldered native was dressed much like Falcon, in a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of chinos. Falcon's clothing was only different by the color, they both looked incredibly built in their clothing and enough to make any woman's heart skip a beat seeing their biceps rippling.
"I do not think this is necessary," Spirit was dispassionate as he spoke. He had been partnered with the annoying playboy who had come up with the plan of attack for the evening, and about the only thing he agreed with was that he would keep to the back.
"I do. This is going to be the easiest way to get her out and back without her raising an alarm at all." Falcon tried to be patient as he explained, but couldn't help rolling his eyes at the somber man with pursed lips behind him. "Come on, it will be fun."
"Fun? I would have more fun going into battle with Cobra."
Falcon shrugged, "Well, then think of it like that to make it easier on you. You have our supplies?" Vince was still focused on his hair being perfect in the mirror.
"I do." In truth, Spirit just viewed this as his duty and rather distasteful and he was bothered by the fun Falcon appeared to be having with it. It was unethical in general, though he could easily justify it considering the circumstances and the fact that they would most likely be saving this girl's life, but still it should not be reveled in, in his opinion.
"Then, we're ready to rock and roll." Falcon grinned devilishly and Spirit grudgingly followed behind, trying to squeeze his larger frame into the tiny convertible. "Sorry it's small, but you have to have good wheels to pick up the good chicks."
Falcon thrummed his fingers on the wheel of the car to the music, ready for what they were walking into. Spirit looked dubious as they pulled to a stop in front of a dark house. "Are you sure this is it?"
"Absolutely. I received excellent intelligence that she would be here." He turned off the car and hopped out. "Anyway, it's common knowledge that you black out all windows so the cops won't bust your kegger." Falcon smirked and elbowed Spirit, heading into the house.
Spirit watched the would-be romeo chomp at the bit and sighed. This was going to be a long mission. He sighed and then followed his partner into the darkness of the party.
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The music was so loud in the basement of the rented house where the party was being held, they could hardly speak to each other. Spirit was amazed that people would actually choose to spend their time in this dank and dirty basement, the only draw being the keg of beer and the drunken girls who were dancing seductively on a makeshift dance floor.
His eyes travelled over every occupant, hoping their intelligence was correct and she was here; he didn't want to have to go to every party in the city to find her. Falcon on the other hand seemed to be having a good time, beer in hand and chatting it up with a couple of busty girls. Finally Spirit's eyes found the target, a young woman with long curly brown hair, in the corner with her friends, trying to talk over the music. He tapped Falcon, let his eyes move to the girl and nodded.
Falcon nodded as well, excusing himself from the girls he had been speaking to, and he and Spirit picked their way over to the target: Molly Herron. They arrived at the small gathering of friends and Falcon put on his most suave smile half-yelling to be heard over the music, "Hey, why is a beautiful woman like you not dancing?"
Molly looked to her friends and rolled her eyes, then turned back to Falcon. She pointed to her feet, "Paraplegic." She smirked, seeing how the men would react to her rebuff. The dark-skinned man looked amused and the hotshot boy looked confused for a moment then forced a laugh. She suppressed rolling her eyes again at his reaction, not too quick on the uptake. When he gestured towards the upstairs and mouthed 'outside', she debated. It could be fun to play with this guy, or he could get pushy and annoying. She decided to take the risk, because it could make an amusing story to share later.
She motioned to her friends and they all went up the stairs to the fenced in back yard. There were a few people milling about, but the weather wasn't very conducive to staying outdoors for long. "So, what do you need?" She was intrigued a bit that the older native man had followed. He didn't fit in with the college crowd at all, and he knew it from the look on his face. "I do have ID if you guys are cops."
The younger man laughed, "No, we're not cops. It's just hard to talk down there. Hi. I'm Vince." He stuck his hand out in greeting, which she took tentatively. "Pleased to meet you -" He stopped himself from saying her name in time and seemed to just be waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Molly. Nice to meet you too. Don't tell me you two are students?" She looked incredulously between the two men.
"I am." He jerked his thumb to Spirit, "That's Charlie and he's an old friend." Spirit nodded imperceptibly at the introduction. "Want to get out of here and go to a real bar so we can talk?"
Molly looked at Charlie, then Vince then back at her two friends and bent her head to confer with them. While they were whispering, Falcon whispered to Charlie, "What do we do if this doesn't work?" He eyed the girls, seeing one having major objections; not their target but still makes it more difficult for them to isolate theirs.
"We will change our plans." Falcon glared as Spirit stated the obvious, trying to hide a smirk.
The girls finished their conference with one stalking off, muttering about stupid men, the other two having mischief in their eyes. "We're game, as long as you are buying the drinks. Ok?"
Falcon nodded readily. "Of course. Come on, I'll drive."
"Whoa there. We drive our own car. No offense, but we don't want to get stranded, in case you turn out to be cretins." Molly chuckled, obviously a confident girl who had already had a couple of drinks.
Spirit spoke quietly, "You have been drinking. Driving is not advisable."
Molly opened her mouth to make a smart comment, then nodded, "You're right." She whispered again for a moment with her friend, then turned back to the men. "It's settled then. Kim will go with Vince, Charlie will drive me in my car and we'll meet at the bar. Ok?"
Falcon gaped; he was getting stuck with the friend! Molly seemed to be much more intrigued with Spirit than she was with him. What a blow to the ego, getting passed over like that. Hell, on second thought, Kim was pretty cute herself, he could have fun keeping her busy.
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Molly had been surprised, Vince wasn't too much of an asshole after a while and she really liked Charlie, even though he was old enough to be her father. Just something about him made him seem mysterious and hot. She was happy enough to spend her time talking to him, and he didn't seem to be pressing her for sex, which was nice for a change.
About an hour after they had arrived at the bar though, she began to feel very funny. Charlie had looked at her with concern and spoke to her friend and Vince and they both nodded and he helped her up and walked her out to her car. He buckled her in, then got around to the other side, speaking quietly, "Don't worry. You're going to be alright. We'll get you home tonight." Something about the way he worded it seemed odd to her, but she was too sleepy and passed out once the car started to move.
Spirit looked over as the girl passed out and sighed. She was truly a nice young woman, she reminded him of his niece, but she could get herself in a lot of trouble if someone less honorable had picked her up. He injected a small amount of sedative into her, to ensure she would sleep through the trip back to the base.
When he arrived, he was quickly waved through and he carried her into the sickbay. Doc took her from there and told him not to worry, he'd have her back in a short while. He waited anxiously for her to come through, feeling very vested in her case now. Falcon returned during the wait and updated from his side and Spirit was glad he didn't take advantage of the young woman and safely saw her home. It didn't take more than a couple of hours for Doc to return and give him an update.
"Her pod was in her forearm, there's some slight muscle damage. We're going to have to cover that up. But the pod is out safely and she is disease free." Doc pronounced proudly.
"Thank you Doc. How else may I help?" Spirit spoke thoughtfully, wondering what else would need to be done to finish covering their tracks.
Doc shook his head. "Nothing. I'll transfer her to a civilian hospital; we have a cover story in place." Spirit looked at him expectantly but Doc shook his head, "Better if you don't know." His guilt was bothering him a bit about what needed to be done, but he knew as well as any how important this was and a broken bone or two, carefully done, would be much better than dying of the plague. The important thing was that they had the pod and the secret was safe.
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Falcon looked over his partner for the mission, Spirit, carefully. The broad shouldered native was dressed much like Falcon, in a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of chinos. Falcon's clothing was only different by the color, they both looked incredibly built in their clothing and enough to make any woman's heart skip a beat seeing their biceps rippling.
"I do not think this is necessary," Spirit was dispassionate as he spoke. He had been partnered with the annoying playboy who had come up with the plan of attack for the evening, and about the only thing he agreed with was that he would keep to the back.
"I do. This is going to be the easiest way to get her out and back without her raising an alarm at all." Falcon tried to be patient as he explained, but couldn't help rolling his eyes at the somber man with pursed lips behind him. "Come on, it will be fun."
"Fun? I would have more fun going into battle with Cobra."
Falcon shrugged, "Well, then think of it like that to make it easier on you. You have our supplies?" Vince was still focused on his hair being perfect in the mirror.
"I do." In truth, Spirit just viewed this as his duty and rather distasteful and he was bothered by the fun Falcon appeared to be having with it. It was unethical in general, though he could easily justify it considering the circumstances and the fact that they would most likely be saving this girl's life, but still it should not be reveled in, in his opinion.
"Then, we're ready to rock and roll." Falcon grinned devilishly and Spirit grudgingly followed behind, trying to squeeze his larger frame into the tiny convertible. "Sorry it's small, but you have to have good wheels to pick up the good chicks."
Falcon thrummed his fingers on the wheel of the car to the music, ready for what they were walking into. Spirit looked dubious as they pulled to a stop in front of a dark house. "Are you sure this is it?"
"Absolutely. I received excellent intelligence that she would be here." He turned off the car and hopped out. "Anyway, it's common knowledge that you black out all windows so the cops won't bust your kegger." Falcon smirked and elbowed Spirit, heading into the house.
Spirit watched the would-be romeo chomp at the bit and sighed. This was going to be a long mission. He sighed and then followed his partner into the darkness of the party.
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The music was so loud in the basement of the rented house where the party was being held, they could hardly speak to each other. Spirit was amazed that people would actually choose to spend their time in this dank and dirty basement, the only draw being the keg of beer and the drunken girls who were dancing seductively on a makeshift dance floor.
His eyes travelled over every occupant, hoping their intelligence was correct and she was here; he didn't want to have to go to every party in the city to find her. Falcon on the other hand seemed to be having a good time, beer in hand and chatting it up with a couple of busty girls. Finally Spirit's eyes found the target, a young woman with long curly brown hair, in the corner with her friends, trying to talk over the music. He tapped Falcon, let his eyes move to the girl and nodded.
Falcon nodded as well, excusing himself from the girls he had been speaking to, and he and Spirit picked their way over to the target: Molly Herron. They arrived at the small gathering of friends and Falcon put on his most suave smile half-yelling to be heard over the music, "Hey, why is a beautiful woman like you not dancing?"
Molly looked to her friends and rolled her eyes, then turned back to Falcon. She pointed to her feet, "Paraplegic." She smirked, seeing how the men would react to her rebuff. The dark-skinned man looked amused and the hotshot boy looked confused for a moment then forced a laugh. She suppressed rolling her eyes again at his reaction, not too quick on the uptake. When he gestured towards the upstairs and mouthed 'outside', she debated. It could be fun to play with this guy, or he could get pushy and annoying. She decided to take the risk, because it could make an amusing story to share later.
She motioned to her friends and they all went up the stairs to the fenced in back yard. There were a few people milling about, but the weather wasn't very conducive to staying outdoors for long. "So, what do you need?" She was intrigued a bit that the older native man had followed. He didn't fit in with the college crowd at all, and he knew it from the look on his face. "I do have ID if you guys are cops."
The younger man laughed, "No, we're not cops. It's just hard to talk down there. Hi. I'm Vince." He stuck his hand out in greeting, which she took tentatively. "Pleased to meet you -" He stopped himself from saying her name in time and seemed to just be waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Molly. Nice to meet you too. Don't tell me you two are students?" She looked incredulously between the two men.
"I am." He jerked his thumb to Spirit, "That's Charlie and he's an old friend." Spirit nodded imperceptibly at the introduction. "Want to get out of here and go to a real bar so we can talk?"
Molly looked at Charlie, then Vince then back at her two friends and bent her head to confer with them. While they were whispering, Falcon whispered to Charlie, "What do we do if this doesn't work?" He eyed the girls, seeing one having major objections; not their target but still makes it more difficult for them to isolate theirs.
"We will change our plans." Falcon glared as Spirit stated the obvious, trying to hide a smirk.
The girls finished their conference with one stalking off, muttering about stupid men, the other two having mischief in their eyes. "We're game, as long as you are buying the drinks. Ok?"
Falcon nodded readily. "Of course. Come on, I'll drive."
"Whoa there. We drive our own car. No offense, but we don't want to get stranded, in case you turn out to be cretins." Molly chuckled, obviously a confident girl who had already had a couple of drinks.
Spirit spoke quietly, "You have been drinking. Driving is not advisable."
Molly opened her mouth to make a smart comment, then nodded, "You're right." She whispered again for a moment with her friend, then turned back to the men. "It's settled then. Kim will go with Vince, Charlie will drive me in my car and we'll meet at the bar. Ok?"
Falcon gaped; he was getting stuck with the friend! Molly seemed to be much more intrigued with Spirit than she was with him. What a blow to the ego, getting passed over like that. Hell, on second thought, Kim was pretty cute herself, he could have fun keeping her busy.
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Molly had been surprised, Vince wasn't too much of an asshole after a while and she really liked Charlie, even though he was old enough to be her father. Just something about him made him seem mysterious and hot. She was happy enough to spend her time talking to him, and he didn't seem to be pressing her for sex, which was nice for a change.
About an hour after they had arrived at the bar though, she began to feel very funny. Charlie had looked at her with concern and spoke to her friend and Vince and they both nodded and he helped her up and walked her out to her car. He buckled her in, then got around to the other side, speaking quietly, "Don't worry. You're going to be alright. We'll get you home tonight." Something about the way he worded it seemed odd to her, but she was too sleepy and passed out once the car started to move.
Spirit looked over as the girl passed out and sighed. She was truly a nice young woman, she reminded him of his niece, but she could get herself in a lot of trouble if someone less honorable had picked her up. He injected a small amount of sedative into her, to ensure she would sleep through the trip back to the base.
When he arrived, he was quickly waved through and he carried her into the sickbay. Doc took her from there and told him not to worry, he'd have her back in a short while. He waited anxiously for her to come through, feeling very vested in her case now. Falcon returned during the wait and updated from his side and Spirit was glad he didn't take advantage of the young woman and safely saw her home. It didn't take more than a couple of hours for Doc to return and give him an update.
"Her pod was in her forearm, there's some slight muscle damage. We're going to have to cover that up. But the pod is out safely and she is disease free." Doc pronounced proudly.
"Thank you Doc. How else may I help?" Spirit spoke thoughtfully, wondering what else would need to be done to finish covering their tracks.
Doc shook his head. "Nothing. I'll transfer her to a civilian hospital; we have a cover story in place." Spirit looked at him expectantly but Doc shook his head, "Better if you don't know." His guilt was bothering him a bit about what needed to be done, but he knew as well as any how important this was and a broken bone or two, carefully done, would be much better than dying of the plague. The important thing was that they had the pod and the secret was safe.