Operation Petticoat and Murder

"Someone is hunting down our team." Kitty announced grandly. Logan and Deadpool exchanged looks of disbelief. "Someone hunted down Morris."

"Why?" Logan asked.

"Remember how we agreed to never talk about Daintree?"

"You think this is about Daintree?" Deadpool narrowed his nonexistent eyebrows.

"I think it was the only mission that was compromised."

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Stakeout Morris' place?" Kitty suggested. "See who comes home?"

"So," Deadpool kicked his feet up onto the dashboard and looked through a pair of binoculars. "You and Reyez."

"What about him?" Kitty asked suspiciously.

"You two were pretty close."

"And?"

Deadpool lowered the binoculars and looked her in the eyes. "You were underage."

"We never slept together. Besides," Kitty grabbed the binoculars from him and raised them up to her face. "He was like, barely four years older than me."

"Did he know you were that young?"

"No," Kitty shook her head. "I was gonna tell him but…" Her voice trailed off. "Didn't end up mattering, ya know?"

"And you know who killed him." Deadpool noticed that she just stared straight ahead rather than looking in his direction. "You know," He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "Things like that go down the chain of command. I got the order when you refused."

"So why didn't you?"

"Because," Deadpool sighed. "If anyone on that team would have covered both our asses, it would've been Reyez. I mean, the man was in love with you."

"Seems to be a common thing." Kitty complained.

"Yeah, it does." Deadpool agreed with a nod of his head. "Speaking of people in love with you, Bucky told me yesterday-"

"Don't." Kitty warned.

"Don't what?" Deadpool said with faux-hurt. "You have no idea what I was going to say."

Her voice changed to a pleading tone as she looked at her friend. "Please, just don't."

"Why not?"

"Because it would never work out."

"What do you mean?"

Kitty considered telling him, she really did, but she couldn't trust that he wouldn't go straight to Bucky. "Just don't. That's an order."

"Fine, Captain Vics, since we're feeling our big girl titles."

"Come on, you know they only promoted me because there was no one left."

7 years ago

"Some folks are born made to wave the flag. Ooh, they're red, white, and blue. And when the band plays 'Hail to the Chief', ooh they point the cannon at you-"

The soldiers in the plane were packed in tightly, shoulders touching and bags thrown on top of each other. Out of the troop of twelve people, only one was female. Her blonde hair, braided back out of her face, stood out from the identical, all black gear that everyone wore.

A man sitting on the left side of the plane frowned. "Someone turn that shit off."

"Ahh, man," A guy complained as he shook his head. "You don't like Creedence?"

"No, it's shit." The grumpy man said, prompting groans from the rest of the group.

Kitty Vics sat near the door of the plane, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the man. "I outrank you, Harvey," She nodded to the man with the radio. "And I say turn it the fuck up."

Cheers erupted from the group as the song became louder, with multiple men singing along.

"Yeah," Harvey shook his head as he fought to be heard over the music. "Not surprised that a bayou bumkpin likes them."

Wade Wilson, who sat next to Vics, grabbed a white piece of cloth to wave around.

"So,"

Vics glanced over her left to see one of the newbies looking at her. He was baby faced with bright eyes, which were currently narrowed with anxiety. He looked so innocent that Kitty felt bad for the kid; He should be in college, not being paid to do things for a country that would deny your existence if you were sloppy.

"How, uh," The boy smiled awkwardly. "How many drops you been on, ma'am?"

"Morrison, right?" Vics asked. He nodded. "Okay, Morris, it's Vics, the Violent Vixen, Captain, or a variation of those listed. Take your pick, but don't call me Mrs., , ma'am, Ms., or Miss."

"Okay, um," Morrison nervously began to tap his fingers on his leg. "Captain-"

Wilson leaned in towards the kid and whispered, "You can call her Louisiana, too."

Morrison gulped loudly. "So, Louisiana…"

"Sup?"

"How many combat drops you been on?" He only asked as a way to fish for her age. Morrison had tried asking multiple people, all with inconsistent answers. Some said she was nineteen; Others said she was twenty-five. One man had laughed for a good minute before saying that it didn't matter because she was excellent at her job. He had tried outright asking her and she replied that he 'ought to mind his own damn business'.

"Shiiiiit," Vics looked over at Wilson and asked, "Twenty? Thirty?"

Wilson nodded. "Somewhere in there."

Morrison glanced around at the rest of the group. "The rest of you?"

"Five."

"Seven."

"Five."

"Three."

"Four."

"Six."

"You'll get used to it." Vics assured him. She looked out the window and saw green foliage everywhere. The forest would provide a decent amount of cover, she decided as she wiped a bead of sweat from her temple. Just wish it wasn't so fucking hot. She saw a break in the tree line, less than sixty feet long. "We're almost to the drop point," Vics said loudly, silencing the chatter in the plane. "Everyone got their 'chutes?"

Chrouses of 'yeah' rang through the space.

Harvey nodded. "Yep."

Vics looked Harvey in the eyes and said, "Pity."

The pilot of the plane looked over their shoulder. "Play nice, everyone."

"Okay, Wilson," Vics stood up and shrugged on her pack. "You're right after me. Everyone else, file in with the scared shitless in last."

One of the men turned towards Morrison and said, "You're last, kid."

"Hey," Someone called loudly. He pointed to Vics, who was deep in conversation with Wilson. "Ten says Vixen does a backflip!"

Her head shot up. "Did someone say 'Do a backflip'?" She smiled and yanked the door open. The wind whipped the end of her braid and her eyes teared up slightly. "See you bitches on the ground!" She threw herself out of the plane backwards and they cheered as she somersaulted in the air.

Once she was close enough to the ground, Vics pulled the red cord and opened her parachute. She landed gracefully, followed by Wilson, who did not land gracefully. She offered her hand to her best friend and helped him to his feet. Vics looked up and saw Morrison, the last of their group, landing. "Everyone whole?"

"Yeah-"

And then, the shooting started.

The bullets rained on them, thick and heavy. Vics quickly hit the ground and crawled behind a tree for cover. Thankfully, Wilson had done the same. The jungle was dark enough that the sun wasn't bright enough to burn her eyes, since her sunglasses had fallen off. She looked over at Wilson. Although he was just a few feet from her, she had to yell to be heard over the gunfire. "You hit?!"

Wilson shook his head as he drew one of his guns. "You?"

"Not yet," She eyed her tree suspiciously and gripped the handle of her gun tighter. "But we need better cover!"

Vics peaked around the tree and saw that Morrison was holed up behind a rock, his face bloodied. "Hey!" She grabbed Wilson's attention before nodding in his direction. "We gotta get the kid!"

"I'll cover you!" Wilson darted from his tree to hers, narrowly avoiding a bullet to the arm. He pressed his back to the bark and locked eyes with Vics. "Go!"

She dashed from her cover towards the inexperienced soldier. Her ears ached and echoed but she tried to ignore it as she slid in behind Morrison. She felt a rock imbed itself into her knee and looked down to see a small trail of blood run down her leg. "Shit."

Morrison's head snapped around and he looked up at Kitty with fear.

"Are you okay?"

The kid's eyes were still wide and he appeared paralyzed.

"KID," Vics grabbed Morrison by the shoulders and shook him. "ARE YOU HURT?"

He blinked but shook his head. "No, no, uh, I'm okay."

"Good." She plucked his gun from its holster and shoved it in his hands. "You do know how to use this, right?"

"Yes, ma'am-uh, Louisiana."

"Okay, did you see where the rest of the team ended up?"

He shook his head and Vics considered this before saying, "Okay, I need you and Wilson to cover me while I climb up that tree," She pointed to the largest and strongest tree in the vicinity. "And get a look at what we're dealing with."

The kid seemed to snap back into action and quickly raised his gun.

Vics climbed the tree high enough to see the enemies and smiled. Only four targets and...Ten bullets. More than enough to go around. Vics figured she could kill two before they realized her position, so she quickly took out one of the shooters. The forest was silent for a moment as the other team tried to regroup. Vics heard three shots go off near where Wilson was hiding; two down, two to go. The gunfire resumed and she heard another series of shots from where Morrison was. And the gunfire lessened. Good for him, Vics thought. Little boy's first kill.

A simple shot to the head and the gunfire stopped altogether.

"Ey, Sarge!"

"Ey, Vics!"

"Was that me or you?"

"Uhh...Both?"

"Both is good!"

Vics climbed back down the tree and walked over to where her sunglasses had fallen off. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they hadn't broken. She dusted them off and slid them back on.