Orders are given:
"You have to be joking me, sir!" Lt. Catherine Bloom gaped at Major Treize Kushrinada's announcement. "You're trusting this mission to a...a...a mercenary?"
"I'm perfectly serious, Lt. Bloom...do you question my orders?" Treize answered, placing his hands on his desk.
"No, sir..." Catherine mumbled.
"Sir! Mercenary Amara Ten'ou in the vicinity! She's demanding.. WAH!" the soldier didn't finish as he was pushed rather RUTHLESSLY away by a young lady with short dirty blond hair and blue eyes burst in.
"Major...Sorry...to burst in like this...but I just had to know if the mission is in the Mercenaries hand or not...we get rather impatient...On knowing this stuff...you could say we like to get right on the job..." Mercenary Ten'ou said.
"Oh, you will get your mission...you are to bomb a base on the border of the Mira Mesa," Treize said. "And you will get paid HANDSOMLY if you cover all of the requirements. Would you like a rebriefing of your mission?"
"Yes...I would like the 'rebriefing' of the requirements.....so I can do it right and not have any mistakes....I do hate mistakes....but then again they do have their good sides too." answers Mercer nary Amara.
"Really..." Catherine rolled her eyes.
Treize cleared his throat. "You are to bomb the base, but before you do, you are to send a gun squad in to clear the base of any people in it. You are to take them prisoner, and remember, WE WANT THEM ALIVE. For every person you bring in alive, you are paid $1,000. After you have gathered all occupants, you will bomb the base. Do I make my orders CLEAR?"
"What Happens if I don't follow 'your' orders?" asks Amara.
"That depends on the extent to which the orders are not followed. If you accidentally kill some of the occupants of the base, or some are left behind during the bombing, you will only get a small deduction in your reward. However, if you happen to completely disregards my orders and drop the bombs without clearing the base, well...then we will have to throw you in jail for charge of a Court Martial Defense, and you shall be executed. Is THAT clear enough?" Treize asked, leaning over his desk.
"Crystal Clear....in fact I can see right through...." Amara Grins wide, and through her mind run evil thoughts of the fun she is going to have...hey...he didn't say...she couldn't have fun with torturing the prisoners.
"I trust that you will return successful," Treize said, saluting Amara. "Dismissed!" As Amara left, Treize sat down, a playful smile on his lips.
"Sir, what's so amusing?" Catherine asked.
"Amara...I know her strong point...torture..." he said, laughing.
::On the Mission::
"Ok...Do you understand the Mission..that we have been givin by the Major?" asked Amara to her Crew.
"Yes..MA'AM." The whole crew yelled.
"Good...Now Ron you fly in....Jim you wait for our signel to drop the bombs...Spike and Visious you gather the People....and have them loaded in to the trucks...that Rei and I will drive out of the vicinity...by 0600 hours...Understood."
"Yes Ma'am." they respond.
"Good....Now lets move out."
::At the Mira Mesa border::
"Major Black!" came the yell. Major Jet Black turned around to see his second in command running towards him.
"What's wrong, Lt. Tivrusky?" Jet asked Lt. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the fourth. Lord knows where she got the name.
"Enemy jet! ENEMY JET!!!" Ed yelled, jumping up and down, pointing frantically to the radar with one hand and the air with the other.
The next moment, mercenaries Spike Spiegel and Vicious Torn rammed through the doors, shooting into the air. "Give up!" Spike announced. "This is the last room we HAVEN'T cleared! Our orders are to NOT kill anyone!"
Ed blinked. "There are only two...we only two...even match, yes?" she said.
"Yes, we DO seem evenly matched..." Jet said. "But I won't take the chance of them hurting you...we have to give up." Ed looked up at him, but didn't argue. They were lead out of the building peacefully.
"Hey! Amara! These are the last two!" Vicious yelled.
"Great...now for the real fun..." Amara takes her gun out and cocks it. Everybody just looks at her with worried looks that say we didn't do anything so don't hurt us and they slowly back away from her gun.
"Don't worry...my orders are not to kill you...so don't looks so worried." Grins Amara...then she shoots the gun in the air 2 times making every body jump in surprise. "Now For all you People....you get to see a real show."
The next thing they see is a big bomb flying through the air and landing on top of their base.
Jet sighed. "You win, you blew up the base, so what are you going to do with us?" he asked, instinctively drawing Ed into a protective hug.
Spike laughed. "Protecting the rug rat? How touching..." he grabbed Ed and picked her up by her collar. Ed struggled and Spike yelped, dropping her. "THE BRAT BIT ME!"
"What do expect she is red head." Amara said as she chuckled. Amara then Snaps her figures and Rei walked up to ED and ties her hands to the wooden sidings of the truck and then puts tape over her mouth so she couldn't bite anybody over even move to take the tape off. "Now then Behave, Maggot."
The next thing Rei knew, a sharp pain was shooting through her breasts. She covered them with her arms and glared at Ed, who has a mysterious look in her eyes as she stands back up. "ED!" came Jet's bark. "BAD!" Ed whimpered a bit behind the tape, but sat down instead, knowing she couldn't argue if she wanted to, current situation taken into thought. "I am TRUELY sorry, miss, but I assure you, she did NOT learn that in training camp..."
"We sure know what to do to her when we get to Camp, Now don't we.. Rei." states Amara.
"Yep...sure do" says through her gritting teeth.
"Please," Jet said, stepping forward. "Don't hurt her, she's only 13, she doesn't know any better..."
"You put a 13 YEAR OLD in the title of SECOND IN COMMAND?" Spike asked in disbelief. He sneered at Ed. "You know, if there's three things I hate, it's Rug rats, tomboys, and beasts...you have all three in one NEAT little package..." He took Ed's hair and pulled her head back.
"You do NOT touch her!" Jet growled. He rushed forward without thinking, kicking Spike away from Ed.
"God..." Spike groaned, standing up. "Quite the kick for an old guy..." He rubbed his head and pulled out his Uzi, and trained it on Jet, who made quick work of untying Ed (and untaping, yeowch).
"Ed..." Jet said, backing up a bit. "SICK 'EM..." In a flash, Ed was rushing at Spike, dog style, a trail of Uzi shots following her.
"GEEZ!" was the last thing that Spike said, before falling to the ground, holding a certain spot between his legs. Ed brought her foot down and smiled brightly, and picked up the Uzi in her mouth. (no one's gonna want that anymore).
The next thing Ed knew, she was up in the air in a cage of metal, and then before Jet knew he was in the air also but a few feet away from Ed.
"Now if any body tries to help them Escape they will have to answer to old betsy here." Amara said indicating her shotgun. "GOT IT..."
"No, you get it, meanie lady..." came Ed's voice. "You leave out one component..." Ed had the Uzi skillfully trained on Amara.
"Hey, you wanna rephrase that?" Vicious said, training his own pistol on Ed.
"ED!" Jet barked yet again. "DROP IT!" Ed whimpered and dropped the Uzi. "BAD! LISTEN TO THE LADY! DO AS SHE SAYS!" Ed sat, looking at the ground wistfully.
"Very good..." said Amara. "How long until we get there?"
Spike regained his composure. "About thirty minutes if we take past the speed limit..." he muttered. He took that moment to glare at Ed yet again.
"Excuse me..." a small blond named Quatre Winner said, stepping forward.
"What the hell do you want?" Amara asked obviously annoyed.
"I was just wondering what you're going to do to us when we get to the camp..." Quatre said.
"Well, you sure aren't drinking tea! Let's just say that you will not enjoy your time at our little camp," Amara responded as calmly as she could.
Quatre blinked, "I didn't ask you if we'd enjoy it or not, I asked what you were going to do to us when we got to the camp."
"Do you really want to know what we're going to do? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO TO YOU WHEN WE GET TO THE CAMP?!" Amara asked.
Quatre's eye twitched before he started to yell, "YES I REALLY WANT TO KNOW, IF I REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW, I WOULDN'T ASK YOU, SO ANSWER MY MOTHER FUCKING QUESTION!"
"Well, we're going to torture you until you squeal like piggies, then we're going to hand you over to Major K..." Amara responded.
Everyone swallowed hard, everyone except Quatre, who instead exclaimed, "Oh, torture?! What kind, fast or slow? What type of torture? Can you give me tips on some good types of torture?"
"You're EXCITED about being tortured?" Amara raised an eyebrow.
"Of course! I love torture! Did you know that in ancient times they used to use these little pins that you don't feel when it goes into your skin, but when they pull them back out it hurts like hell!" Quatre pulled out one of the pins to show Amara. "Quite frankly, I prefer the Iron Maiden!"
"Really now? Just a minute," her and her group decide to have a group huddle to decide whether they should let Quatre become a mercenary. "Okay, we decided that you can become a member of our group because then you can help your friends escape torture," Amara finally said.
"ESCAPE? Why would I want them to escape? That's no fun!" Quatre seemed to shudder at the thought of helping them instead of torturing them.
"Good, kid, you're in," Amara said. "Spike, hand the kid a Uzi."
"Oh, yay!" Quatre cheered.
"Do I have to give this little..." Spike began. The next thing he knew, Quatre was lifting him by his collar.
"I AM NOT LITTLE!" Quatre yelled. Spike swallowed and handed Quatre the Uzi, who cradled it like it was his own baby. He then dropped Spike.
"Very good, He loves torture just as much as I do. I like him already...." grinned Amara.
"Hey, can you let Ed down?" Ed's voice came from above them. "PLEASE?" She gave them all big, watery, innocent, HUMUNGOUS brown eyes.
"..." Quatre's heart practically melted. "THAT'S THE MOST ADORABLE THING I EVER SEEN!"
"PLEASE?" Ed practically started pleading to the blond below her.
Quatre blinked and his eyes started welling up tears as well. "You're not expecting anyone to torture that poor girl, ARE YOU?!" he asked, turning to Amara.
"Yeah of Course. Why not...isn't that the point of having people to torture...ISNT IT?" says Amara.
"I would think that, that would be the point." agreed Rei.
Quatre thought for a second, "What if she joined us?"
"NO!" Ed yelled. Everyone looked at her. "Not without Jet..." she pointed to her older companion.
Amara and her group...huddled again to talk over the idea of having Ed and Jet join the group. "SO what do you think?" Amara asked her crew in their little Group huddle. They finally decide to let them be in the group even though Spike had his high opinion of NOT letting them join.
"OK, little Soldier, you get to have your way. They may join the group..." announced Amara.
They let the two out of their cages. "Well, is this really what you want, Edward?" Jet asked. Ed swiftly nodded her little red head and jumped on Jet's back. "I'll take that as a yes!" Jet laughed.
Spike silently walked up and looked Jet in the eyes. "If it was up to me, I'd have shot you on the spot, feel lucky that Amara agreed to let you join..." he said, tossing the older man an Uzi.
"Hey, what about Ed?" Ed said, jumping down in front of Spike. Spike reluctantly gave her a pistol, not trusting her with a gun as powerful as the Uzi.
"You have to be joking me, sir!" Lt. Catherine Bloom gaped at Major Treize Kushrinada's announcement. "You're trusting this mission to a...a...a mercenary?"
"I'm perfectly serious, Lt. Bloom...do you question my orders?" Treize answered, placing his hands on his desk.
"No, sir..." Catherine mumbled.
"Sir! Mercenary Amara Ten'ou in the vicinity! She's demanding.. WAH!" the soldier didn't finish as he was pushed rather RUTHLESSLY away by a young lady with short dirty blond hair and blue eyes burst in.
"Major...Sorry...to burst in like this...but I just had to know if the mission is in the Mercenaries hand or not...we get rather impatient...On knowing this stuff...you could say we like to get right on the job..." Mercenary Ten'ou said.
"Oh, you will get your mission...you are to bomb a base on the border of the Mira Mesa," Treize said. "And you will get paid HANDSOMLY if you cover all of the requirements. Would you like a rebriefing of your mission?"
"Yes...I would like the 'rebriefing' of the requirements.....so I can do it right and not have any mistakes....I do hate mistakes....but then again they do have their good sides too." answers Mercer nary Amara.
"Really..." Catherine rolled her eyes.
Treize cleared his throat. "You are to bomb the base, but before you do, you are to send a gun squad in to clear the base of any people in it. You are to take them prisoner, and remember, WE WANT THEM ALIVE. For every person you bring in alive, you are paid $1,000. After you have gathered all occupants, you will bomb the base. Do I make my orders CLEAR?"
"What Happens if I don't follow 'your' orders?" asks Amara.
"That depends on the extent to which the orders are not followed. If you accidentally kill some of the occupants of the base, or some are left behind during the bombing, you will only get a small deduction in your reward. However, if you happen to completely disregards my orders and drop the bombs without clearing the base, well...then we will have to throw you in jail for charge of a Court Martial Defense, and you shall be executed. Is THAT clear enough?" Treize asked, leaning over his desk.
"Crystal Clear....in fact I can see right through...." Amara Grins wide, and through her mind run evil thoughts of the fun she is going to have...hey...he didn't say...she couldn't have fun with torturing the prisoners.
"I trust that you will return successful," Treize said, saluting Amara. "Dismissed!" As Amara left, Treize sat down, a playful smile on his lips.
"Sir, what's so amusing?" Catherine asked.
"Amara...I know her strong point...torture..." he said, laughing.
::On the Mission::
"Ok...Do you understand the Mission..that we have been givin by the Major?" asked Amara to her Crew.
"Yes..MA'AM." The whole crew yelled.
"Good...Now Ron you fly in....Jim you wait for our signel to drop the bombs...Spike and Visious you gather the People....and have them loaded in to the trucks...that Rei and I will drive out of the vicinity...by 0600 hours...Understood."
"Yes Ma'am." they respond.
"Good....Now lets move out."
::At the Mira Mesa border::
"Major Black!" came the yell. Major Jet Black turned around to see his second in command running towards him.
"What's wrong, Lt. Tivrusky?" Jet asked Lt. Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the fourth. Lord knows where she got the name.
"Enemy jet! ENEMY JET!!!" Ed yelled, jumping up and down, pointing frantically to the radar with one hand and the air with the other.
The next moment, mercenaries Spike Spiegel and Vicious Torn rammed through the doors, shooting into the air. "Give up!" Spike announced. "This is the last room we HAVEN'T cleared! Our orders are to NOT kill anyone!"
Ed blinked. "There are only two...we only two...even match, yes?" she said.
"Yes, we DO seem evenly matched..." Jet said. "But I won't take the chance of them hurting you...we have to give up." Ed looked up at him, but didn't argue. They were lead out of the building peacefully.
"Hey! Amara! These are the last two!" Vicious yelled.
"Great...now for the real fun..." Amara takes her gun out and cocks it. Everybody just looks at her with worried looks that say we didn't do anything so don't hurt us and they slowly back away from her gun.
"Don't worry...my orders are not to kill you...so don't looks so worried." Grins Amara...then she shoots the gun in the air 2 times making every body jump in surprise. "Now For all you People....you get to see a real show."
The next thing they see is a big bomb flying through the air and landing on top of their base.
Jet sighed. "You win, you blew up the base, so what are you going to do with us?" he asked, instinctively drawing Ed into a protective hug.
Spike laughed. "Protecting the rug rat? How touching..." he grabbed Ed and picked her up by her collar. Ed struggled and Spike yelped, dropping her. "THE BRAT BIT ME!"
"What do expect she is red head." Amara said as she chuckled. Amara then Snaps her figures and Rei walked up to ED and ties her hands to the wooden sidings of the truck and then puts tape over her mouth so she couldn't bite anybody over even move to take the tape off. "Now then Behave, Maggot."
The next thing Rei knew, a sharp pain was shooting through her breasts. She covered them with her arms and glared at Ed, who has a mysterious look in her eyes as she stands back up. "ED!" came Jet's bark. "BAD!" Ed whimpered a bit behind the tape, but sat down instead, knowing she couldn't argue if she wanted to, current situation taken into thought. "I am TRUELY sorry, miss, but I assure you, she did NOT learn that in training camp..."
"We sure know what to do to her when we get to Camp, Now don't we.. Rei." states Amara.
"Yep...sure do" says through her gritting teeth.
"Please," Jet said, stepping forward. "Don't hurt her, she's only 13, she doesn't know any better..."
"You put a 13 YEAR OLD in the title of SECOND IN COMMAND?" Spike asked in disbelief. He sneered at Ed. "You know, if there's three things I hate, it's Rug rats, tomboys, and beasts...you have all three in one NEAT little package..." He took Ed's hair and pulled her head back.
"You do NOT touch her!" Jet growled. He rushed forward without thinking, kicking Spike away from Ed.
"God..." Spike groaned, standing up. "Quite the kick for an old guy..." He rubbed his head and pulled out his Uzi, and trained it on Jet, who made quick work of untying Ed (and untaping, yeowch).
"Ed..." Jet said, backing up a bit. "SICK 'EM..." In a flash, Ed was rushing at Spike, dog style, a trail of Uzi shots following her.
"GEEZ!" was the last thing that Spike said, before falling to the ground, holding a certain spot between his legs. Ed brought her foot down and smiled brightly, and picked up the Uzi in her mouth. (no one's gonna want that anymore).
The next thing Ed knew, she was up in the air in a cage of metal, and then before Jet knew he was in the air also but a few feet away from Ed.
"Now if any body tries to help them Escape they will have to answer to old betsy here." Amara said indicating her shotgun. "GOT IT..."
"No, you get it, meanie lady..." came Ed's voice. "You leave out one component..." Ed had the Uzi skillfully trained on Amara.
"Hey, you wanna rephrase that?" Vicious said, training his own pistol on Ed.
"ED!" Jet barked yet again. "DROP IT!" Ed whimpered and dropped the Uzi. "BAD! LISTEN TO THE LADY! DO AS SHE SAYS!" Ed sat, looking at the ground wistfully.
"Very good..." said Amara. "How long until we get there?"
Spike regained his composure. "About thirty minutes if we take past the speed limit..." he muttered. He took that moment to glare at Ed yet again.
"Excuse me..." a small blond named Quatre Winner said, stepping forward.
"What the hell do you want?" Amara asked obviously annoyed.
"I was just wondering what you're going to do to us when we get to the camp..." Quatre said.
"Well, you sure aren't drinking tea! Let's just say that you will not enjoy your time at our little camp," Amara responded as calmly as she could.
Quatre blinked, "I didn't ask you if we'd enjoy it or not, I asked what you were going to do to us when we got to the camp."
"Do you really want to know what we're going to do? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO TO YOU WHEN WE GET TO THE CAMP?!" Amara asked.
Quatre's eye twitched before he started to yell, "YES I REALLY WANT TO KNOW, IF I REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW, I WOULDN'T ASK YOU, SO ANSWER MY MOTHER FUCKING QUESTION!"
"Well, we're going to torture you until you squeal like piggies, then we're going to hand you over to Major K..." Amara responded.
Everyone swallowed hard, everyone except Quatre, who instead exclaimed, "Oh, torture?! What kind, fast or slow? What type of torture? Can you give me tips on some good types of torture?"
"You're EXCITED about being tortured?" Amara raised an eyebrow.
"Of course! I love torture! Did you know that in ancient times they used to use these little pins that you don't feel when it goes into your skin, but when they pull them back out it hurts like hell!" Quatre pulled out one of the pins to show Amara. "Quite frankly, I prefer the Iron Maiden!"
"Really now? Just a minute," her and her group decide to have a group huddle to decide whether they should let Quatre become a mercenary. "Okay, we decided that you can become a member of our group because then you can help your friends escape torture," Amara finally said.
"ESCAPE? Why would I want them to escape? That's no fun!" Quatre seemed to shudder at the thought of helping them instead of torturing them.
"Good, kid, you're in," Amara said. "Spike, hand the kid a Uzi."
"Oh, yay!" Quatre cheered.
"Do I have to give this little..." Spike began. The next thing he knew, Quatre was lifting him by his collar.
"I AM NOT LITTLE!" Quatre yelled. Spike swallowed and handed Quatre the Uzi, who cradled it like it was his own baby. He then dropped Spike.
"Very good, He loves torture just as much as I do. I like him already...." grinned Amara.
"Hey, can you let Ed down?" Ed's voice came from above them. "PLEASE?" She gave them all big, watery, innocent, HUMUNGOUS brown eyes.
"..." Quatre's heart practically melted. "THAT'S THE MOST ADORABLE THING I EVER SEEN!"
"PLEASE?" Ed practically started pleading to the blond below her.
Quatre blinked and his eyes started welling up tears as well. "You're not expecting anyone to torture that poor girl, ARE YOU?!" he asked, turning to Amara.
"Yeah of Course. Why not...isn't that the point of having people to torture...ISNT IT?" says Amara.
"I would think that, that would be the point." agreed Rei.
Quatre thought for a second, "What if she joined us?"
"NO!" Ed yelled. Everyone looked at her. "Not without Jet..." she pointed to her older companion.
Amara and her group...huddled again to talk over the idea of having Ed and Jet join the group. "SO what do you think?" Amara asked her crew in their little Group huddle. They finally decide to let them be in the group even though Spike had his high opinion of NOT letting them join.
"OK, little Soldier, you get to have your way. They may join the group..." announced Amara.
They let the two out of their cages. "Well, is this really what you want, Edward?" Jet asked. Ed swiftly nodded her little red head and jumped on Jet's back. "I'll take that as a yes!" Jet laughed.
Spike silently walked up and looked Jet in the eyes. "If it was up to me, I'd have shot you on the spot, feel lucky that Amara agreed to let you join..." he said, tossing the older man an Uzi.
"Hey, what about Ed?" Ed said, jumping down in front of Spike. Spike reluctantly gave her a pistol, not trusting her with a gun as powerful as the Uzi.