A/N: Happy to keep you rolling along. As always, mistakes are mine and constructive reviews are welcome (cuz growth is good). Thanks for reading and back to the show.

Blue Book 12

As the pair entered the training room, Wreck asked "So, do you have an endless supply of these shades, or what?" He felt the silent man shrug under his hand. "Do I look good in them?"

"It's a different look for you," came a female voice.

The sailor froze at the sound. Immediately, the silent man stopped his forward motion.

"Red?" The whisper was barely audible.

The woman looked from one man to the other in confusion. "Wha—"

"You tried to kill me." The statement dropped like a bomb. He gritted his teeth and ground out, "They made me think it was you."

The woman nodded to herself. "Okay, then. We'll do it like this. Hector, it's me, Shana. Here in the room, only to watch and give pointers. Are you okay with that?"

The dark headed man squared his shoulders. "That works."

"Good. Now SE here told me how you fought without being able to see him. He thought that a little free style sparring along that line would help you to…work out some kinks…and work off some stress."

Wreck nodded.

"Here are the rules. SE will touch only. You can try for a hit if you think you can score it. He'll only defend since Doc says you still have some fresh injuries. Got it?"

He shrugged his shoulders and winced. Shaking out his hands, he dropped into a high crouch and turned his head so he could focus his hearing. Wreck wasn't surprised when the first tap came almost immediately to his head. His opponent was known as the silent man. Almost undetectable. Almost. He heard a whisper of cloth behind him and ducked as a hand went over his head. The sailor kicked out toward the back and felt his foot make contact with a boot.

"Score hit SE. Score block Wreck, score hit Wreck."

The two men reset their stances and began again. The silent man scored three hits before Wreck found him and scored two parries and three hits, one of which was blocked. They got into a rhythm of fighting that allowed the sailor to listen and score more often. However, he started to get more aggressive and executed a kick that required the silent man to defend himself or have his head knocked off.

Wreck felt his foot wrenched over and his body followed and slammed to the floor. "Ooof," was all he could manage as the air was knocked out of him. He lay on the floor waiting for the world to stop pounding on his shoulders. The silent man was next to him and rolled him onto his side.

"Ouch. He's bleeding. Doc's gonna kill you," Shana said to her fiancé matter of factly. She reached down to help remove Hector's shirt but was shocked when he recoiled from her touch. This wasn't the Wreck she knew, the one that would take every advantage to crow over one of the women taking his shirt off.

He rolled away from her, shaking his head. The silent man motioned for Shana to leave. 'Later?' He nodded. She exited and he helped the sailor to his feet.

"She's right, ya know. Doc's gonna kill us."

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Green Book 12

Wednesday lunch rolled around and Jack wandered over to Sue's desk. 'Lunch?' he signed.

"Sure, I'm starving." She clicked print on the message she was reading and closed out the files she had open. Grabbing Levi's lead, the pair headed out.

"So, Chinese today?"

"Sounds good."

They chatted about the day's mundane bright spots until they were seated. Jack looked at her and smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Okay, well, I just was picturing you watching the guys in green through a high powered set of binoculars. If they need some one to spy on them, they couldn't ask for anyone better." His smile reached his eyes.

Sue blushed and poked her chicken with her chopsticks. "Well, Agent Hudson, don't have too much fun playing with your new toys." She knew that he took his shooting skills seriously but she also knew that new stuff was new stuff. Anything that made the job easier and a little less deadly was a good thing.