Chapter 3
He looked at them stunned. "Don't try to talk us out of this either. Lady Jaye isn't the only one with a little Scottish stubbornness." Scarlett told Flint. Giving him the patented Lady Jaye stare down. "Come on Scarlett, you're all Irish. We all know that." Flint said.
"I wasn't talking about me Flint. I was talking about Snake-Eyes." Scarlett said with a smirk. Then she soften placing a hand on Flint's solder. "We're in this together. We'll get her out together."
He smiled at her. "Thanks Scarlett."
"So where do we start?"
"The Hotel the team was staying at."
"Man that's the first place they'll look." Stalker interjected
"Then that's the second place she'll go."
The Garrison 19:20
He sat there in his chair. It was leather and oh how he liked leather. He was disappointed that the girl didn't take his offer. She would have made a good officer. Once he got rid of that sense of duty and right and wrong. But she was dead now. Yet again he had to lose a perfect good agent because they liked where they were. They thought that they were rightous on the side of angles yada yada yada. How boring.
His phone rang. "Speak." He said in a cold and calculating voice.
"The little birdie flew the coup."
"How? Never mind I don't want to know about your incompetence. What happened?"
"The disks that they were suppose to get. We leaked the information to Cobra like requested. They were waiting for the Joe team and opened fire. We had a clear shoot of her. But she got heroic. Running off to draw cobra fire away from the other Joes so they could escape."
"Why didn't you follow her?"
"We did but we lost her it's like she disappeared."
"Find her. Kill her."
"Sir you have no idea what were are up against. I tell you the rumors I've heard from our agents. She's not human, She can blend anywhere, be anyone. They say she's deadly. Can kill with her bare hand if need be."
"Believe me agent I do know what we are up against." Oh he was losing his temper. This woman was getting on his nerves. "Just fucking kill her already." Now he made him do it she made him lose his temper. He must calm down how could one little witch get under his skin? The others hadn't. They had died quietly. She shouldn't have turned him down. Ah but things were getting boring. "If you can't kill her. Kill her family maybe that will flush her out."
"But sir..."
"No buts...Kill her, her family, and her boyfriend. I don't care I want the bitch dead and I want to hold her heart in my hands. Understand? If you can't you'll be buried right along with her."
19:30 The Viper Pit Paris, France
The Music was loud and ruckus. Just the way he liked it. That is one of the reasons he was so good at what he does. The music he actually liked it. The heard driving beat was a balm to his soul. Ordering a beer from the bar he scanned the room. The Dreadnocks were in rare form tonight. Thrasher was high off of some designer drug, sitting in the corner mumbling about how someone was going to get him. Buzzer and Blowtorch were harassing some young woman. But what caught his eye was Zartan. Better yet the woman sitting in the corner with Zartan. A black hair Goth beauty tatted and pierced she was a looker. She possesed a body that just said, well believe it or not he was a gentleman and would try not to think those thoughts. But that girl was hot. Taking a second look he groaned. A blonde waitress had come to serve the girl and Zartan. The waitress didn't like something the black haired beauty said to Zartan. Though Zartan found it amusing. The waitress dumped the entire contents of her tray on the black haired girl's lab.
Causing the girl jumped up. Graceful like a cat she moved. The waitress said something in her ear the girl flinched. The black hair girl reared back and threw a wicked haymaker that landed squarely on the waitresses jaw. That was all it took for the miscreants to join in the fun. "Bar Fight!" Somebody yelled. He had heard rumors about this girl. She was standing and facing off with some two hundred pound punker.
He looked at them stunned. "Don't try to talk us out of this either. Lady Jaye isn't the only one with a little Scottish stubbornness." Scarlett told Flint. Giving him the patented Lady Jaye stare down. "Come on Scarlett, you're all Irish. We all know that." Flint said.
"I wasn't talking about me Flint. I was talking about Snake-Eyes." Scarlett said with a smirk. Then she soften placing a hand on Flint's solder. "We're in this together. We'll get her out together."
He smiled at her. "Thanks Scarlett."
"So where do we start?"
"The Hotel the team was staying at."
"Man that's the first place they'll look." Stalker interjected
"Then that's the second place she'll go."
The Garrison 19:20
He sat there in his chair. It was leather and oh how he liked leather. He was disappointed that the girl didn't take his offer. She would have made a good officer. Once he got rid of that sense of duty and right and wrong. But she was dead now. Yet again he had to lose a perfect good agent because they liked where they were. They thought that they were rightous on the side of angles yada yada yada. How boring.
His phone rang. "Speak." He said in a cold and calculating voice.
"The little birdie flew the coup."
"How? Never mind I don't want to know about your incompetence. What happened?"
"The disks that they were suppose to get. We leaked the information to Cobra like requested. They were waiting for the Joe team and opened fire. We had a clear shoot of her. But she got heroic. Running off to draw cobra fire away from the other Joes so they could escape."
"Why didn't you follow her?"
"We did but we lost her it's like she disappeared."
"Find her. Kill her."
"Sir you have no idea what were are up against. I tell you the rumors I've heard from our agents. She's not human, She can blend anywhere, be anyone. They say she's deadly. Can kill with her bare hand if need be."
"Believe me agent I do know what we are up against." Oh he was losing his temper. This woman was getting on his nerves. "Just fucking kill her already." Now he made him do it she made him lose his temper. He must calm down how could one little witch get under his skin? The others hadn't. They had died quietly. She shouldn't have turned him down. Ah but things were getting boring. "If you can't kill her. Kill her family maybe that will flush her out."
"But sir..."
"No buts...Kill her, her family, and her boyfriend. I don't care I want the bitch dead and I want to hold her heart in my hands. Understand? If you can't you'll be buried right along with her."
19:30 The Viper Pit Paris, France
The Music was loud and ruckus. Just the way he liked it. That is one of the reasons he was so good at what he does. The music he actually liked it. The heard driving beat was a balm to his soul. Ordering a beer from the bar he scanned the room. The Dreadnocks were in rare form tonight. Thrasher was high off of some designer drug, sitting in the corner mumbling about how someone was going to get him. Buzzer and Blowtorch were harassing some young woman. But what caught his eye was Zartan. Better yet the woman sitting in the corner with Zartan. A black hair Goth beauty tatted and pierced she was a looker. She possesed a body that just said, well believe it or not he was a gentleman and would try not to think those thoughts. But that girl was hot. Taking a second look he groaned. A blonde waitress had come to serve the girl and Zartan. The waitress didn't like something the black haired beauty said to Zartan. Though Zartan found it amusing. The waitress dumped the entire contents of her tray on the black haired girl's lab.
Causing the girl jumped up. Graceful like a cat she moved. The waitress said something in her ear the girl flinched. The black hair girl reared back and threw a wicked haymaker that landed squarely on the waitresses jaw. That was all it took for the miscreants to join in the fun. "Bar Fight!" Somebody yelled. He had heard rumors about this girl. She was standing and facing off with some two hundred pound punker.
