Chapter 5
I know I know Its been a while.. yes I'm still working on Daddy's Little Girl.. Three stories at once and a cold shower whew…
Bear with me this is one of those chapters to get me out of corners and get me back on track after a year. I'll admit its hastily thrown together But for a year I desperately had to do something to keep the story going else it would still be on the shelf.
I owe nothing Hasbro, Devils Due do. If I did I wouldn't be living out of the big PO Box at the post office. SO DON"T SUE!!! You won't get nothing.
Three Days Later
Heaven and Hell Recording StudiosThe more things change the more they stay the same Hayden Hart-Burnett thought as he glared into the wavy reflection of the glass door. Dressed in black leather pants and white t-shirt, he had traded a bottle of Irish whiskey for water, silver rings joined tattoos, as sober clear eyes looked at his new hair cut.
Open the door; he put his courage to the sticking point knowing that his band mates were going to give him hell. The first person he met was his road manager, Kirsten Swanson.
"Oh- Oh. Do not let George see the hair. In fact, I would get out of dodge before George comes in this evening."
"Is it that bad?" He asked running a hand through his raven dyed hair.
"I like it, but the promos came out yesterday and you had long hair." She accused him. "So what are you going to tell Leno?"
He couldn't help but sigh remembering that next month he started a three-week publicity tour. "Kristy this is why I pay you the big bucks."
The blonde rolled her eyes heavenward, thinking it was better to ignore the comment and bite her tongue about extensions till George arrived she threw him a sweet smile. "The band is in studio 4, along with a visitor."
He wondered who would be visiting him as he strolled into Studio 4. He shock his head as his newest track played; it wasn't his guttural, deep, voice. No, it was sweeter, haunting voice of a highland angel.
Only one light was on in the studio illuminating her heavenly unit. Her clothing was a sharp contrast of black tank top and green fatigues. This performance went to show that she could have been the next Charlotte Church or Alicia Keys.
Stage fright did terrible things, so after a failed performance of Viola, she had found out that 'Vin' was off to West Point. 'Like hell she was going to let every one have some grand adventure with out her'; with a smile, and a promise, she signed on the dotted line giving her country six years. It never surprised him his baby girl was second generation in this gritty world of 'hide and seek'.
What did she have to show for it? A scared up shoulder, a Kevlar vest and wounded heart.
"Daddy did you hear a word I said?" He realized she had stopped singing, the smile on her face faded. "Are you okay?"
She took his hand in hers kneeling down in front of him her green eyes clouded with concern. Leave it to the one that carried two colt pythons strapped to her waist gun fighter style to have the biggest heart. "Just wondering when my little girl grew up?"
She crossed her eyes, and stuck her tongue out, "Daddy I am far from growing up."
He ruffled her hair and smiled, "What do you need? Another trip to Paris, or let me guess a shopping spree in New York?"
She smiled, "I need a new security system put in at your and moms house."
His daughter was priceless he thought, "Let me guess this has to do with the break in at Dolphins Cove." He laughed when her face looked stricken, as he revealed her latest mission. "Sorry honey but I just got finished playing Golf with Hawk and Jaguar." He croaked out. "I like checking up on you."
"I need you to tell me how the security company works. Install and what authorization the top dogs have. How easy would it be for an employee to override." She explained.
He sighed realizing where her thoughts were going. "You think this was an inside job?" He scowled. "Why not do it yourself."
"That's the rub dad, its Dragon Fire security." She explained.
He watched her expression knowing that the Joe team's former third in command was somehow involved. "Alison you know this game better then me." Her father told her, "From what Scalphunter told me Dash was gone a sad road since the accident. Good men turn in bad situations; you know that." He took a long drink of his water wish for a fag. "Don't condemn him yet though, the game might have come to his door."
"Dad this is Flint were talking about, and him of all people would know… wouldn't he?" She asked praying he wasn't involved.
Somewhere in the PacificMayhem returned the volley of Semi-automatic fire with the M-16 he had found off some poor soul to even more unsuspecting Vipers. He watched as the ducked behind the wreckage of a Rattler.
He was about to jump over their own line of defense and bum rush them when a gloved hand pushed his head down. "Fire in the Hole!"
He took cover feeling the heat from the grenade his lover had just thrown into the fray. "The casualty's just get high and higher." He growled looking over the wreckage of the jeep and swore. "Here I thought this was a covert mission."
Mischief smiled at him. "Just trying to buy our boys some time Lieutenant."
"Did I ever tell you how sexy you are when you blow things up?" Mayhem asked as he began firing at the next wave of Cobras entering the airfield.
She smiled ignoring the remark as she pulled out her side arm and began picking off knee caps. "Hey Ash!" He yelled over the firefight. "When this is all over want to get married?"
If it had been any other, male on this planet they would off gotten their ass kicked from one side of the earth to the other; not just by the girl, but her friends and her family. Then his friends would take turns doing the dead for being an idiot. Mac was a part of a super secret society of men that when it came to proposing, bended knee just wasn't in their genetic code. The last proposal of such kind came from a man hanging on a sheer cliff getting shot by Cobras from above and below him and the girl in question, pretty much neither one of them had any hope.. So Ashley Fairborn gave the same answer a very shocked covert ops agent had given a dashing Warrant Officer. "Get me out of this and screw getting married you might just get laid."
Joe Base AlphaBeachhead walked across the manicure parade ground trying to keep up with Doc. The ranger couldn't honestly remember the last time that the Joe's Doctor looked angrier. Maybe Duke sneaking out of the infirmary five days after waking up from a coma… No then he was just popping his knuckles. The man was actually popping his jaw.
So the question is why was Doc dragging him into this? Popping Jaw means torture, or so the Story goes. Though there was a time that he would of loved to see Flint be tortured, truth was now a days he didn't have the time. Not with stacks of paperwork, training seasons, mission loads and the fact that his unwritten job description of keeping every female Joe out of trouble.
By the time, he reached a much-winded Doc leaning over a very amused Flint. "Finally done with your tests?" he asked throwing that Faireborn charm to Doc.
Beachhead was surprised to her a growl come out of Doc's throat, "Over the years I have had to put up with the whole lot of you! But this… What do you think Scalphunter will say when they find out? Which they will cause I have every intention of calling both your parents Flint." Beachhead couldn't help but look around as a group of Joes circled around them. "If you are going to act like a child I will treat you like one. Though all I have to say is you are sooo Busted!"
