Wow, lots of feedback on Part 13. .. See the number is lucky after all. ;) A lot of fun ways to kill Renee, tossing her off the ship, having Mac kick her six, I personally would use one, or several, of the marvelously crude, medieval torture techniques, but that is just me. Nothing beats the classics. ;)
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Thank you all for being patient, I really didn't want to drag out the wait between chapters too long, but, it was unavoidable. Though I have most of the story written, I always like to fling back and re-read it, add things and this was a chapter that needed a severe revision which I was giving it over the last couple of days. It was just too short.
Now, if you think you hated Renee before, well, this chapter is probably gonna have several people go manic. I got some hate mail from Renee fans (There actually are some?!) who state (and this is my FAV quote, one that, people really shouldn't tell writers.) "She wouldn't really do that." Okay, though I do admit Renee on JAG was much more level headed than my story (::laughs like crazy:::), normal, level headed people have been known to lose it and do unethical and evil things. That is my platform and I am sticking to it, love it or hate it.
Alrighty... on with the show. :) Shippers, not to worry, I am dropping some very miniscule breadcrumbs to get our couple into some understanding.
Enjoy!
Jackie
PS: Oh, BTW, NO ONE has figured out yet how Renee did it. Hahahaa!!! Wow, I really need therapy. :)
PS 2: Warning: There is going to be a bit of violence in the last part of this chapter, nothing too over the top, but well. . . there you go.
Part 14 - Episode 6: The One I Love
1500 ZULU
USS Patrick Henry
Undisclosed Location
Harm weaved his way through the carrier, heading towards the ready room. "Damnit." He cursed, hating the stunts that some of them had to pull to keep the higher ups appeased. Then again, it wasn't all that bad, he was going to get to fly and enjoy making his passenger sick. With a malicious grin, he walked in and came right to the CAG who was speaking to a tall, brunette with long flowing hair wearing flight gear. He smiled, if that was who he was going to be flying with, today was his lucky day. "CAG, I hear I get to take up a civilian?"
"Commander, we were just talking about you." Grinning, the CAG introduced the two. "Commander Harmon Rabb, this is Cynthia Bree. . . You'll be taking her up today." Patting Harm on the back, the CAG proudly commented, "He's one of the elite."
Harm took her hand gingerly in his and shook. "Nice to meet you." There was something about her that he found to be familiar, but he couldn't place it. Her brilliant blue eyes were of someone he'd seen before. He was tempted to ask if they'd met before, but he seldom forgot beautiful women. "You ready?"
Cynthia stared up at the Commander with a twinkle in her eye. He had to be one of the most attractive males she'd ever met. Licking her lips to try and draw attention from him, she leaned in and whispered in a bedroom voice. "I bet you can show a girl a few tricks."
Harm smiled slightly at her, trying to coolly evade her innuendo. He cleared his throat, noting that the CAG and the other pilots in the ready room were green with envy. Harm had been asked for by name, no one else stood a chance of going up with the beautiful brunette. "Let's get up in the air, shall we?" Pointing towards the hatch, he ushered Cynthia towards it, but was stopped briefly by a female Petty Officer.
"Commander Rabb, sir?" The woman waited for Harm to address her and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, sir. . . You have a call from a Colonel MacKenzie, she says it's urgent."
Harm sighed, he didn't need this, not now, especially going up with a civilian. "Petty Officer, please tell her I am sitting in a plane at the moment. . . and that's an order." He turned his attention back to Cynthia and waved off the Petty Officer who had strict orders from the Colonel. "Dismissed, Petty Officer."
As they meandered towards the tarmac, Cynthia was having trouble keeping her eyes off of Harm. So much that she tripped over a knee knocker and Harm had to grab her to steady the woman. Once they reached the outside, Harm helped her into the plane, letting her know not to touch anything. "Of course not, Commander." She cooed, adding a charming smile for effect.
Harm hoped into the pilot's seat, slipping on both his gloves and helmet before doing all of the normal check of the instruments. Surprisingly, Cynthia remained silent until he spoke to her. "So, Mrs. Bree. . ."
"Cynthia, please."
Harm watched her through the rearview mirror and grinned, the helmet looked absolutely ridiculous on her. "Okay, Cynthia. . .in that case, call me Harm."
Turning her head slightly, she saw his wide smile and those gorgeous blue eyes that she was becoming mesmerized with. "Okay, Harm."
"You never told me how you got to the Henry." She was about to answer, when Harm got the clearance to take off. "Sorry, we'll have to chat later. . . got a bird to fly." About a minute later, Cynthia and Harm were catapulted off of the carrier and into wild blue yonder.
Surprisingly, Cynthia did not get sick as he played with the g-forces. In fact, she was laughing all the way. "More!!" She yelled from the backseat as Harm executed a barrel roll. She did become tense when Harm lined up the plane with the carrier, reading himself to land. The pitch and roll of the deck was making her cringe. Closing her eyes tightly, she took a deep breath and just listened to the crew reeling them in. The landing was a bit softer than she would have imagined and she couldn't wait to jump out of the plane and hug the pilot.
When they landed, Harm helped her out of the aircraft and was surprised to find the woman attached to his neck, enveloping him in a bear hug. "Woah, there. . ." He chuckled slightly and escorted her into the carrier. "Would you like to have a cup of coffee? My treat?" She nodded the affirmative and followed Harm through the carrier like a lost puppy as they headed towards the mess. Walking in, he headed directly towards the pots of coffee but was cut off completely by a familiar voice.
"Harm, I trust that Cynthia had fun?" The woman's tone sounded authoritarian.
Spinning around, he found himself face to face with Renee Peterson. "Renee?" Harm glanced at the woman, hoping that he was going just a little bit crazy.
But when she wrapped an arm around Cynthia's shoulders, his blood froze. "So how was the flight?"
"Awesome, those simulators you put me on are crap!" Cynthia said with a scowl. She smiled up at the bewildered Commander and was about to say something, when someone from a small group by the corner called her over.
Harm watched her walk away and it dawned on him what was going on and why Cynthia had been so familiar to him. She was the girl that played 'Sam' on the TV show, the people at the table were the other cast members. Snapping out of it, he turned to find Renee practically laughing at him. "Surprise!" She yelped and nudged him slightly when all he could do was gawk. "Harm. . . aren't you going to say hello?" She moved forward trying to kiss or hug him, but Harm's long legs took him backwards and away from her.
Harm glared at her then towards the table where the crew was laughing, having a good time. They didn't know just how much Renee was screwing with them. Turning to face her again, his eyes conveyed a message of hate. "I have nothing to say to you."
With an unbridled amusement, she watched her ex retreat and run for cover. Renee laughed at his sign of distress, what had happened to the man that used to like to fight? Things weren't going to end like that, she was determined to be with Harm again. "Oh, don't worry. . if you won't come to me, I'll just come to you."
1630 ZULU
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
Mac sat outside of the Admiral's office, waiting for any good news. The fact that the SECNAV had been in with AJ for nearly an hour wasn't a good sign. The Admiral had, since the evening Renee leaked Harm and Mac's names, started trying to squash any more information from coming lose. Unfortunately, the media seemed to have their fingers in just about every single pie when it came to digging up dirt. They had found information about Mac and even started showing video from her former time in the limelight. Her professor, Juanita Ressler, was even interviewed, luckily, this time the woman ha nothing but praise for the Marine. Harm's recruitment video was being played non-stop along with recordings of his missions during the first Gulf war and the two flights that earned him his DFCs.
The media had been a slight problem, some had wound up at JAG ops, but were held back by the guards, a few others had managed to find her apartment, but Mac knew of ways to evade them. There would have been no mention of a relationship between Harm and Mac until Mrs. Rupert, an elderly woman in Mac's apartment building, was compensated generously for any dirt. The woman had a dislike for Mac and all things military, seeing as her husband served in the Army and unfortunately never returned home. The fact that Mac's job had her leave and return from home at, what Mrs. Rupert would consider, 'odd hours', just accelerated her dislike for the Marine.
Mac had watched in horror as the older woman was interviewed, giving details of a tall, good looking, Naval officer who would sometimes spend the night at Mac's place. She vividly accounted how on New Years Eve, Mac and said officer, had arrived at around 3 am. The tall, blue eyed man was kissing Mac, preventing her from opening the door to her apartment. To appease him, she turned, kissed him passionately, fumbled wit the keys before they wear able to get insider her apartment. "A moment later," Mrs. Rupert accounted, "I heard an ungodly thud against the door." The woman shook her head in disgust.
"It was obvious they both had been very intimate together." Mac said under her breath, mimicking the older woman. Looking up she found Tiner giving her a bewildered expression. "Sorry." With a deep sigh, she began rapping her nails on the arms of the chair.
"Uh, Ma'am, would you like me to tell you when he is available? You shouldn't have to sit out here and wait." He was trying to dismiss her, hoping to get the tense Marine out of his office because, frankly, Mac was starting to scare him.
She just stared out to the bullpen, eyes not focusing on anything. "Uh, no Tiner. . .I'll just wait here."
Tiner groaned inwardly, the Colonel was going to drive him crazy. Since she'd arrived, everyone noted that she had a look that would kill. In fact, he swore that she even made one of the stoic Marine guards cringe. Now, he sat there, trying to find some way to get away before he became a victim. He liked the Colonel, she usually was a very good officer, but when she was like this, Tiner was scared shitless. "Tell you what, I'll go get you some coffee ma'am."
"I've had three cups in the last hour, Tiner." She said in a monotone, the tapping of her fingers increasing. One of her hands was wrapped around the arm of the chair in an iron grip and Tiner swore that the wood was about to crumble.
Not able to take it anymore, Tiner took a breath and decided to tempt fate. "Ma'am?" When she turned to look at him, Tiner pointed towards her fingers and smiled faintly.
"Oh. . .uh. . . sorry." Mac brought her hands together nervously placing them in her lap. But as another minute ticked by, she started cracking her knuckles one by one. Tiner cringed once more. Luckily, a second later AJ's office door swung open and out came this CO with the SECNAV.
The SECNAV glared at Mac as he stepped out. "Colonel."
"Sirs." She was standing at attention, waiting for AJ to usher her into the office. 'The SECNAV seemed to be slightly pissed,' she noted. By the looks of AJ, things hadn't gone too well.
"Colonel, please go in and take a seat." Walking in behind, Mac, he closed his door and headed towards his chair behind his desk. She looked completely out of it, he noticed. Not even the aftermath of her break up with Brumby had her looking so ill. AJ frowned. "Let me guess, you couldn't get in touch with the Commander?"
"No, sir. . .he was already on the Tarmac, getting ready to fly." She stared down at her hands that were on her lap and sighed. "Sir, the SECNAV. . . He didn't look too thrilled."
"It's been taken care of." AJ said with a deep sigh. Conversation with the SECNAV had been exhausting. The man was, for lack of a better word, a jerk. AJ hated all of the politic mumbo jumbo that came with being the JAG. Sometimes he figured that without the SECNAV and his need for "favors", the world would run much more smoothly. "Both yours and the Commander's records have been sealed and deemed classified. . . I know some information has leaked out, but we'll deal with that. . . The News stations have been reprimanded by the government for sensationalizing such news. . ."
"This isn't just going to go away, is it?" Mac knew the answer to that, but everyone tended to have one of those dumbfounded type of moments. Then she sobered up. "Don't answer that." With a sigh, she shifted uncomfortably in the chair.
"Mac, eventually people will forget. Hell, you were all over the news last year and that went away."
Mac nodded. "Yes, sir. . . but it's the time during the limelight that I am worried about. . . and what I'm going to lose as a result." She looked wistful for a moment. "May I be dismissed, sir? I have a client to interview in an hour."
"Dismissed." AJ watched the stoic Marine, stand and complete a perfect about face before heading out of his office. He sat for a moment, in silence, curiously wondering how malicious people could live with the things they'd done.
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Hawk looked handsome in a grey suit. He was walking after Sam who'd made her way to a gazebo outside of their friend's home. They'd been talking about the past, and their relationship. Caught off guard, she'd let him know that she'd found him attractive. And now, during his engagement party to Michelle, Sam looked sad, lost. "Sam, what do you want the most?"
"What I want the most is to never lose you." She turned, placing her hand on the side of his face. "Why did you go to her so quickly?"
Hawk turned away, coming to sit on a small bench inside the gazebo. "What was I supposed to do, Sam? YOU pushed ME away."
"You could have waited." She nearly cried at him coming to join him on the bench.
"For how long?"
"As long as it takes. . ." They both were brought out of their conversation when one of the guests came out looking for them.
"Sir, Ma'am. . . the General is looking for you. . ." The young woman smiled and turned away from the couple, realizing she'd stumbled upon some sort of private conversation.
"Hawk, you have someone who will always love you."
Hawk turned to completely face her, his eyes shining a raw emotion that he was trying desperately to hide. "And you have someone that loves you." He leaned forward, meaning to kiss her goodbye, but somehow, they connected. The slow kiss took on a life of its own and Sam was holding Hawk flush to her body.
It was him that broke it, looking at her with a bewildered and shocked expression. Things had gone too far. "We're getting too good at saying goodbye." Standing, he walked out of the gazebo and towards the house, leaving Sam outside, alone.
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0120 Zulu
USS Patrick Henry
Undisclosed Location
It had been a week since Renee and her crew slid into his life. A long tiring week of hiding, evading, and more hiding. Hoping to avoid Renee at all costs, he even opted to have his meals in his stateroom. Harm felt like his home had been violated and was suddenly starting to lose the appeal he had for life aboard a carrier. It was strange how such a huge ship had suddenly become claustrophobic.
Somehow, he'd managed to weasel his way out of anything relating 'ZULU.' Which was easier said than done, because, apparently, Cynthia was "sweet" on him, or so one of his squadron buddies had mentioned. That was something that he neither wanted nor needed. Luckily, there had been some instances aboard the carrier that needed immediate JAG assistance, so he thrust himself into work, making him unavailable for anything the show needed.
Unfortunately, between JAG, quals and running from Renee, he was beyond exhausted. Happily, exhausted though. Earlier that evening he had spoken to Mac. Nothing pivotal, but it was nice to hear her voice.
("How are things?") Mac asked tentatively, realizing their last conversation ended in a bit of a bad note. ("Renee is onboard, you know.)
"That's what you were calling about, wasn't it?" He felt like an ass about ignoring her, especially since he would have had a heads up about Renee. "We ran into each other . . and I've been evading her ever since." He chuckled into the headset.
Mac did too, nerviously. ("Well, thank God you are a good runner. . . when. . . when are you coming home?")
"I don't know. . . Listen, I have to go, but we'll talk again, okay?"
("I'd like that. . .take care, Flyboy.")
"You too, Marine." Harm had that dreamy expression he usually got when he talked to Mac. Things were still strained and he could only imagine the argument they would probably have, but her voice made him feel whole and strong.
That night the dreams he had were pleasantly inevitable, and very welcomed. Upon falling asleep, he was sent back home to Mac's apartment, laying in her bed as she was doing some sort of a strip tease for him. Mac removed her Marine greens, ending up in a crimson colored negligee that made Harm catch his breath. Crawling the length of his body, Mac straddled him then bent over to kiss him and, in his sleep he grinned. Harm was so busy concentrating on "Mac" that he didn't notice an unwelcome visitor.
"Mmmm." Renee was glancing at her former fiancé who was laying on his rack in only boxer shorts. She'd tried everything possible to 'bump' into Harm, but it was not working. The man was always busy, and no one was ever that busy, she knew he was purposely avoiding her and the crew. But now, she had caught him and they were all alone and undisturbed. This being the crew's last night on the carrier, she wanted to make it count. "So sexy." She growled and looked around. There was a million pounds of steel around them, she was sure no one would hear whatever went on in his stateroom.
With a mischievous grin, she slipped out of the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing. Clad only in her underwear, she walked over to Harm and took no time in straddling his waist. When he made no sign of discomfort or disagreement, she lowered her head down, kissing his chest.
"Mmm. . .Don't stop." He murmured in his sleep as dream Mac placed feather light kisses on his chest.
Renee complied, kissing towards his Adam's apple, nibbling his skin. She sucked on the skin of his neck, leaving hickeys as a way to mark her territory. His hands came up to her thighs, rubbing up and down methodically. It had been too damn long for her and sex, with Harm, had always been incredible.
In his dream, Harm placed his hands on Mac's thighs, lightly raking his nails over her skin, amused with the expression of pleasure on her face. He loved that look, the tousled hair, swollen lips from their kisses. His heart raced as she raked her nails up and down his torso. He sighed happily and chose to forget all of their arguments and misunderstandings. "I love you."
Renee nearly let out a yelp of elation. "I knew you still loved me." She rasped into his ear, taking his earlobe and biting gently. Straightening up, she mis-read the placement of the rack above and ended up hitting her head against it. Groaning, she felt around on the area, finding a bump already forming. "Friggin' Navy don't even give people real beds. . .it's like a cult!" Shaking her head out of the sudden onset of a headache, she continued tracing her fingers up and down his body, but stopped short when he uttered someone else's name.
"Sarah. . .Oh, Sarah."
Red. In with just three words, Renee was seeing red. It wasn't the first time he'd called out Mac's name during the throes of passion. It wasn't even the second time, but this time, she refused to just ignore them. Her hands were still on his chest and using her well manicured nails, she dug them into his chest and ran them downwards, scraping his torso. The force she used was so great that, almost immediately the scrapes had left angry marks, some of which had started to bleed.
It took a few seconds too long for Harm to notice the onslaught of pain. But, when he did, his eyes flew open and he was thrust from a dream into a nightmare. "Renee! What the HELL are you doing?" Even before she had a chance to respond, he jumped out of his bunk, bringing Renee off of him, her butt hitting the floor.
"Owww. . ." She said, smirking slightly at Harm's obvious shell-shocked state. Standing up, she unnecessarily dusted herself and sat back down on his bunk. "Well, is that the way you treat the girl trying to help you get it up?"
"Get out." He growled slipping on his pants, hoping it would make him feel less vulnerable and violated.
Grinning, she looked down at his pants and his tell-tale sign of arousal. "I don't think you want that, Harm. . . Part of you certainly DOESN'T want me to go."
She attempted to reach for him, but Harm put his desk chair between the two of them. "I am not joking, Renee. . . get the hell out and leave me and Mac the HELL alone."
Renee stood and slowly moved trying to seduce him. "C'mon Harm, just a kiss." She made to touch him, but Harm grabbed a firm hold on her forearms.
Even as he tried holding her back, she was playfully making 'kissy faces.' Her actions were starting to scare him. Renee was many things, but she was never out of control nor at such a bridge of lunacy. At least, he would have thought that in the past. "What is wrong with you? What the hell happened?"
Nothing she was trying was wooing Harm and it just affirmed that Sarah MacKenzie had a hold on him, hook, line and sinker. Angrily, she yanked her arms away from his grasp and took a step backwards. "What happened? You have the NERVE to ask WHAT HAPPNED?. . ." Her anger rose up a few notches, all playfulness from before vanished. "My father died and my FIANCE was trying to shack up with another woman." She accused with a menacing growl.
Harm shook his head fiercely. "That isn't true." Sighing, he brought his head down to his hands, rubbing his temples and quickly glanced back up at Renee. He was leery of anything else she would try.
"Oh no? She left your apartment that night and you followed like a dog in heat!! You broke up with me, when I needed you the most."
He felt guilty over that, but it wasn't entirely his fault. If memory served, Renee was as out of control as she was now. "I know. . . and I am sorry, but you weren't being rational, Renee!! I'd been hurt just a few days ago, your dad just passed away and all you were trying to do was get into my pants."
"And you didn't want me! You wanted HER. So you kicked me out of your house. . ." She jabbed him on the chest with her index finger, hard enough to actually cause him some pain. "You didn't even wait twenty minutes before you ran off to her. . .and don't deny it, I followed you there. . ."
Before she could do more hurt to his body, he grabbed her by the arms and shook her, hoping to get some sense into her. "Y-you have to stop this. . ." Angrily, he shook her harder. ". . .and you have to stop that stupid show, Renee! A lot of people could be hurt." He released his hold on her and turned away slightly. "You're hurting a lot of people. . ."
Renee shrugged out of his grasp and turned away, laughing manically. "What lot of people? You and Mac?" She laughed again and sat at the end of his cot. "It's going to be so wonderful watch that bitch crash and burn."
Harm was completely horrified at how anyone could change so drastically. Deep inside he felt a sharp pain trying to lay blame on him. But he knew he didn't cause this and if he did, it wasn't intentional. He only hoped this wasn't punishment for the way they'd ended. Their breakup wasn't one of his most stellar moments. "How'd you find out those things about Mac and I?"
Renee shrugged. "Take a guess."
"HOW?" He yelled at her. It unnerved him that he couldn't frighten her, that any attempt to control this conversation had flown out the window.
An evil grin appeared on her lips. "Maybe you told me?"
The blood in his veins, that was boiling a few minutes earlier had started to freeze. What if there had been validity to what Mac had implied? What if he had told her?
Renee was enjoying the shell-shocked appearance on his face. She stood from his bunk and slipped on the jeans she'd been wearing. Grabbing her shirt, she glanced over at him and grinned. "And I am not nearly done yet."
Before she had a chance to reach the hatch of his stateroom, Harm grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "Don't do this. . ."
Maybe it was something in the look of his eyes. Perhaps it was the power she was wielding over his head. Something made her relent for just a second. Or so it seemed. "You want to fix things?" Harm nodded. She leaned into him, whispering into his ear. "Break it off with her for good."
Harm shook his head. "I love her."
She tucked her shirt into her jeans and then shrugged without a care in the world. "Then burn in Hell, Rabb."
After opening the hatch, she turned and blew a kiss at him, a strange sight for one of the female sailors onboard. Walking towards Renee, the young woman stood with her hands behind her back, glancing between the woman and the open hatch. "Something the matter, ma'am?"
Renee looked at the young woman and smiled brightly. "Everything is great, thank you."
Harm stood and made his way to the opened hatch, noting that the young woman had not left, but rather, was staring at him oddly. "Sir, you might want to take care of that." She pointed to his chest and then headed down the passage way.
Harm watched her leave, furling his brow in confusion. "Take care of what?" Looking down at his chest, he found the marks Renee had left with her nails. Little ripples of blood were coming to the surface of his skin. It was then that he noted a sharp pain in the area. A pain that he hadn't felt due to adrenaline running so hard, trying to figure Renee out.
He washed the cuts with water and soap, but the marks were there and probably would be for a few more days. He only hoped that they would heal sooner than later, because explaining the cuts wasn't high on his to-do list.
Sleep came easy for him that night, but the nightmares came just as easier. He was able to dream of him and Mac again, but this time it wasn't pleasant. They were back in the ocean, being tossed about in the mother of all storms. He saw her body at the crest of the wave and swam hard, trying to reach her. When he did, two lifeless eyes stared back at him, she was dead. And the nightmares weren't the only demons he had to deal with.
The next morning, he was summoned up to the mess as he was preparing for his last round of quals. When he arrived the Captain, XO as well a Corporal and a few of the 'ZULU' crew members, stood by a disheveled Renee Peterson. She looked as if she'd been attacked by someone. Her lower lip was bloody and bruised, one of her eyes had a hell of a shiner. And there were slight marks up and down her arms, marks created by large hands. "What happened?" He tried moving towards Renee, but the Corporal shoved him back. "Corporal, let me pass! That's an order."
The Captain stared at Harm in disgust, shaking his head from side to side. "Corporal, take Mr. Rabb into custody."
"Custody?" Harm's eyes went as wide as saucers when he saw the Corporal pull out handcuffs. "Sir, what are the charges?"
"Rape."
Harm glance at Renee who was sobbing, curled up with the actor that played Hawk. She glanced at him and started sobbing again, hiding her eyes away from him. The picture all went into place now and Harm stood by speechless until he felt the Corporal trying to grab his wrists. "No, I didn't do anything!"
"Oh no?" The XO said. "According to Ms. Peterson, she left you a parting gift." Walking over to Harm he unzipped his flight suit and pulled up his undershirt to find Renee's nail marks oh his chest. "Then how did these get there?"
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Foxy - I LOOOOVE Airplane and I know the part you are talking about. Cracks me up everytime. If you see Airplane 2 (One of the few flicks with a good sequel ;)), they do the same thing to her while she is on the stand in court. LOL!
Joanoa - Hey!! Share the alcohol!!!
Lori - Renee's helo going down. . . Hmmm. . . :::grins evily::: Naw, I need her for bit longer then I'll through it to all the Rabid Harm and Mac fans ;)
BrokenSkye - Don't die!! The story is not worth you dying over!!! If anything, we'll just kill Renee!! How's that? :)
Charm - 'fraid she did say Mac was "all talk", the nerve!!
Hieros - If we keep on comparing weapons, we'll be bored soon. ;) Rather than attacking me, kill Renee, it's okay, it's the "IN" thing apparently ::Shrugs:: ;)
LtJGMeg - Permission Denied. I need her for a few more scenes. After her services (pun TOTALLY NOT INTENDED!! EWW!) are fullfilled, it's first come first serve at offing her. ;)
NavyBabe - YAY!! Someone else who believes in government conspiracys!! It had to happen at some point!! I Mean, someone has to get back at Harm for all the planes he's ditched. ;)
XBlue - Yep, I'd say she fcked everything up alright. BTW - That mallet of yours - TOTALLY missed Renee. Calix, help her aim better. ;)
Froggy - Yer not the only one wanting to chuck things, miracle Mac restrained herself. ;)