A few hours later she awakens to the sound of alarm sirens going
off, signaling an attack on the base. She is instantly on her
guard as she senses another person in the room. She attempts to
find a shield to cover herself, but her concentration is rudely
broken.
Suddenly, the window shatters inward and a caped figure swings in. "I told you that you would never get away from me. You'll never see another sunrise, little piece of gutter trash."
The figure grabs Spitfyre's arm and attempts to inject something into it, but is grabbed at the wrist by the third shadow in the room. "I think not," says the other person, revealing himself as Grand Slam. "I had the feeling that something was going to go down tonight, so I came back and stayed close in case you needed me, Little Bit."
Hawk, Flint, and Lifeline burst into the room after hearing the window shatter. "What the heck is going on here?" Hawk demanded.
"I caught this woman trying to inject something into Spitfyre's IV in order to kill her. I knew that Spitfyre was too weak to defend herself, so I came here first to make sure that she was okay," replied Grand Slam.
"Do you know this woman?" asked Flint.
"Unfortunately, yes," groans Spitfyre. "She's my mother. At least according to my birth certificate. I'm really not that sure."
"I'm no mother of yours, you stupid little piece of gutter trash. I may have given birth to you, but that's as far as it goes," spat the woman. "You're not to be allowed to be happy or at peace. No matter where you go or what you do, we will always find you and bring you back down to where you're supposed to be."
The inner, hidden pain showed in her eyes as she quickly turned her head towards the wall to hide it from the men. Grand Slam reaches over and takes her hand, softly stroking it.
Hawk and Flint looked at Spitfyre, who concurs with his version of the story, as it was the truth. Flint takes charge of the intruder and hauls her out of the room, headed for the stockade. Lifeline strides over to Spitfyre's side and proceeds to make sure her condition was stable and that she was all right.
When he tells Hawk that it would be fine to go ahead with his plans, Hawk puts the question to the couple. He then takes the syringe and hustles it down to the lab to find out what was in it.
"I need a couple to go undercover for a little while to try and infiltrate a Cobra recruiting and training camp. All of the other couples here are too well known, and y'all are our last chance. This would give you a chance to recover, Spitfyre, and it would give both of you a much needed vacation, being that both of you are confirmed workaholics. I know that both of you have been under tremendous stress since Cadence first came onto the team," stated Hawk.
Spitfyre thinks it over for a few minutes. She looks over at Grand Slam.
"I'm game if you are," he tells her, shrugging.
"What are we supposed to be doing?" she asks.
"Y'all are a married couple moving to get away from bad memories, because you, Spitfyre, are confined to a wheelchair after a horrific car wreck with a drunk driver that killed your best friend, and Grand Slam is upset about more than one subject. Your biggest gripe, James, is how the government treated you guys when y'all came back from Vietnam, although you're kind of upset right now temporarily because your wife is confined to a wheelchair and you two can't...well, you know what I'm trying to say. Spitfyre, you'll be in physical therapy to regain the use of your legs after the accident, and Mainframe and Lifeline will help set that up for you. You're totally supportive of Grand Slam, no matter how wild he gets. And Grand Slam, that goes the same for you, no matter how depressed she gets about not making much progress. Y'all are moving to a home in Indianapolis, where, Spitfyre, you will be a typical homemaker/housewife and Grand Slam, you will be an insurance investigator, specializing in electrical and bombing cases. Y'all will be doing the moving yourselves; everything except your clothing is already packed on the trailer with Spitfyre's car, and Grand Slam, you'll be towing it with your truck."
Grand Slam leans up against the wall, arms crossed. "So I'm supposed to be displeased because I ain't getting any, and really upset because my wife's been injured by a drunk driver. Okay. I can deal with that. What names are we using?"
"James and Felicitie Manning."
"I think I can live with that. When do we leave?"
"As soon as Spitfyre gets out of here, probably tomorrow," stated Lifeline, having come in while Hawk was briefing the couple, "And Spitfyre, I do want you in the wheelchair for a little while until your legs heal some more, enough to handle your weight. I'll pack some medications for you, painkillers and such."
"Okay, that'll work. Thanks," she replies.
Hawk looks the couple over. "I think you'll do fine. The information packet will be delivered in a little while, but for right now, you two should talk it out and try to get used to being married to each other for the time being." He walks out and Lifeline is right behind him.
Hawk leaves the room and goes to his office to get the paperwork he needs to marry the couple for the purpose of the mission.
Grand Slam comes over to the bed and sits next to Spitfyre's head. He leans over. "There is something that I've been wanting to try the last few days," he says as he lowers his head towards hers. "Practice kiss," he whispers as he slants his lips over hers and feels the spark between them, stronger than it ever was between him and any other female he had ever had, though there weren't many. He abruptly realized that he had fallen in love with her in the few weeks that she had been a member of the team, never mind that she had been in the hospital, unconscious, most of the time that he had known her.
The door creaks open a small number of inches, and Lifeline pokes his head in. Both Grand Slam and Spitfyre are way too busy to notice. He draws his head back out and grunts, satisfied.
Stretcher, Psyche-Out, Short Fuze, Lady Jaye, Flint, Scarlett and Snake Eyes gathered in the room as per their orders from Hawk. When he returned, they witnessed the short yet legally binding marriage ceremony.
Lifeline comes back a few minutes later and delivers the information package and the paperwork to release her, deciding that it would be best if they started early, being that they had a long way to go, and there wasn't anything pressing enough to warrant them holding her any longer. Both Grand Slam and Spitfyre go their separate ways, agreeing to meet at the trailer when they got finished packing.
Suddenly, the window shatters inward and a caped figure swings in. "I told you that you would never get away from me. You'll never see another sunrise, little piece of gutter trash."
The figure grabs Spitfyre's arm and attempts to inject something into it, but is grabbed at the wrist by the third shadow in the room. "I think not," says the other person, revealing himself as Grand Slam. "I had the feeling that something was going to go down tonight, so I came back and stayed close in case you needed me, Little Bit."
Hawk, Flint, and Lifeline burst into the room after hearing the window shatter. "What the heck is going on here?" Hawk demanded.
"I caught this woman trying to inject something into Spitfyre's IV in order to kill her. I knew that Spitfyre was too weak to defend herself, so I came here first to make sure that she was okay," replied Grand Slam.
"Do you know this woman?" asked Flint.
"Unfortunately, yes," groans Spitfyre. "She's my mother. At least according to my birth certificate. I'm really not that sure."
"I'm no mother of yours, you stupid little piece of gutter trash. I may have given birth to you, but that's as far as it goes," spat the woman. "You're not to be allowed to be happy or at peace. No matter where you go or what you do, we will always find you and bring you back down to where you're supposed to be."
The inner, hidden pain showed in her eyes as she quickly turned her head towards the wall to hide it from the men. Grand Slam reaches over and takes her hand, softly stroking it.
Hawk and Flint looked at Spitfyre, who concurs with his version of the story, as it was the truth. Flint takes charge of the intruder and hauls her out of the room, headed for the stockade. Lifeline strides over to Spitfyre's side and proceeds to make sure her condition was stable and that she was all right.
When he tells Hawk that it would be fine to go ahead with his plans, Hawk puts the question to the couple. He then takes the syringe and hustles it down to the lab to find out what was in it.
"I need a couple to go undercover for a little while to try and infiltrate a Cobra recruiting and training camp. All of the other couples here are too well known, and y'all are our last chance. This would give you a chance to recover, Spitfyre, and it would give both of you a much needed vacation, being that both of you are confirmed workaholics. I know that both of you have been under tremendous stress since Cadence first came onto the team," stated Hawk.
Spitfyre thinks it over for a few minutes. She looks over at Grand Slam.
"I'm game if you are," he tells her, shrugging.
"What are we supposed to be doing?" she asks.
"Y'all are a married couple moving to get away from bad memories, because you, Spitfyre, are confined to a wheelchair after a horrific car wreck with a drunk driver that killed your best friend, and Grand Slam is upset about more than one subject. Your biggest gripe, James, is how the government treated you guys when y'all came back from Vietnam, although you're kind of upset right now temporarily because your wife is confined to a wheelchair and you two can't...well, you know what I'm trying to say. Spitfyre, you'll be in physical therapy to regain the use of your legs after the accident, and Mainframe and Lifeline will help set that up for you. You're totally supportive of Grand Slam, no matter how wild he gets. And Grand Slam, that goes the same for you, no matter how depressed she gets about not making much progress. Y'all are moving to a home in Indianapolis, where, Spitfyre, you will be a typical homemaker/housewife and Grand Slam, you will be an insurance investigator, specializing in electrical and bombing cases. Y'all will be doing the moving yourselves; everything except your clothing is already packed on the trailer with Spitfyre's car, and Grand Slam, you'll be towing it with your truck."
Grand Slam leans up against the wall, arms crossed. "So I'm supposed to be displeased because I ain't getting any, and really upset because my wife's been injured by a drunk driver. Okay. I can deal with that. What names are we using?"
"James and Felicitie Manning."
"I think I can live with that. When do we leave?"
"As soon as Spitfyre gets out of here, probably tomorrow," stated Lifeline, having come in while Hawk was briefing the couple, "And Spitfyre, I do want you in the wheelchair for a little while until your legs heal some more, enough to handle your weight. I'll pack some medications for you, painkillers and such."
"Okay, that'll work. Thanks," she replies.
Hawk looks the couple over. "I think you'll do fine. The information packet will be delivered in a little while, but for right now, you two should talk it out and try to get used to being married to each other for the time being." He walks out and Lifeline is right behind him.
Hawk leaves the room and goes to his office to get the paperwork he needs to marry the couple for the purpose of the mission.
Grand Slam comes over to the bed and sits next to Spitfyre's head. He leans over. "There is something that I've been wanting to try the last few days," he says as he lowers his head towards hers. "Practice kiss," he whispers as he slants his lips over hers and feels the spark between them, stronger than it ever was between him and any other female he had ever had, though there weren't many. He abruptly realized that he had fallen in love with her in the few weeks that she had been a member of the team, never mind that she had been in the hospital, unconscious, most of the time that he had known her.
The door creaks open a small number of inches, and Lifeline pokes his head in. Both Grand Slam and Spitfyre are way too busy to notice. He draws his head back out and grunts, satisfied.
Stretcher, Psyche-Out, Short Fuze, Lady Jaye, Flint, Scarlett and Snake Eyes gathered in the room as per their orders from Hawk. When he returned, they witnessed the short yet legally binding marriage ceremony.
Lifeline comes back a few minutes later and delivers the information package and the paperwork to release her, deciding that it would be best if they started early, being that they had a long way to go, and there wasn't anything pressing enough to warrant them holding her any longer. Both Grand Slam and Spitfyre go their separate ways, agreeing to meet at the trailer when they got finished packing.