A/N: Darkshadow008, thank you for my first review! And I will make sure to change Mac's name in the following chapters.

Chapter 4:

The Kid had proved not to be a letch just a kid really. He had been training for three months and Tink knew how harsh Sarge could be. She pulled a grey wife beater over her bra and looked at her self in the mirror in her room.

She was also wearing a mini jean skirt and actually looked a little girlie. She smirked and pulled her hair over her shoulder and quickly braided it. A few wisps sprung free and framed her face. She reached and grabbed a small lip gloss and put some on. This was it, she was going for it. After six months without leave everyone was going loco and looking forward to getting off the base. Even Tink was going.

She walked down the winding staircase that led into the kitchen. She walked across it and down the two flights of stair down to the guy's barracks. Mac was throwing oranges to Destroyer who was hitting them with his lucky bat. Goat was reading his bible. Duke was playing his video game. Portman was pacing and nattering away about how the transporters were late. Tink glanced around the room again. The Kid was mopping, and there was Reaper cleaning his gun in the corner…a real surprise.

Tink walked across the room and leaned over his shoulder. He looked at her mildly surprised at her sudden appearance. "Honestly Reaper, you aren't going to have any gun left you clean it so damn much." He snickered at her response. She was going to ask him to go for a beer with her when they got off the base. It wasn't going to be so bad. If she didn't ask he can't say yes, but he also can't say no…Tink hated being insecure.

She leaned against his desk and picked up a scope and stared threw it adjusting it. Once it was focused she could see The Kid shooting her glances in what he must have thought a sly way. She tapped Reaper on the shoulder, "Mmm," he went in a noncommittal way still concentrating on the gun.

"Do you think The Kid likes me?" Tink was certain no one else could hear their conversation.

"Yeah," She looked at Reaper after his direct answer.

"You're kidding,"

"Nope," For once Tink wished Reaper would be a bit more specific. Her attention was distracted from the uncomfortable feeling she had in the pit of her stomach to Sarge who was standing on the stairwell.

"Men," Everyone looked up, "Leave has been canceled."

"Fuck,"

"Problem Duke?"

"No sir, I love my job."

"Good, cause we are going through the ark." Tink raised an eyebrow. She hadn't been through the ark since her first training mission. She glanced at Reaper as his entire physique tightened, "There has been a disturbance on Mars. Kid you are now part of RRTS, suit up!"

They all filed out. Tink glanced at Reaper before going.

Once in the equipment room Tink went to the other side of the guy's lockers to her string of them and pulled on her gear. Once dressed she pulled her hair into two ponytails then twisted each into a tight bun. Two pieces of hair framed her face and she smirked at her reflection. She pulled her lucky goggles from the shelf in her locker and pulled them on her head so they rested behind the two piece of hair on her head.

Stretching she followed the others out of the room and down the corridors leading to the chopper pad. Tink couldn't help but notice that Reaper wasn't with them.

The team filed onto the helicopter. Each instantly went to their own weapon.

"Weapon Identification: Destroyer," The calm woman's voice said from Destroyer's massive gun.

"Daddy's home," Destroyer said happy to be back in his element.

"Weapon Identification: Portman,"

"Weapon Identification: Goat,"

"Weapon Identification: The Kid,"

"The Kid?" The Kid said incredulously.

"Weapon Identification: Duke,"

"Say my name baby," Duke said smirking at his weapon.

"Weapon Identification: Tink." Tink smiled at the feel of her sniper rifle back in her hands. Unlike the guy's guns, hers was light, simple and sleek.

"Weapon Identification: Sarge,"

Sarge glanced over the soldiers, who each looked at him from their seats and nodded that they were ready for take off. Tink was about to ask were Reaper was but stopped when a hand went over Sarge's as he was about to close the chopper door. Reaper pulled himself into the chopper.

Tink let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. She leant her elbows on her knees. The guys were talking, but she was concentrating on her weapon, think over every shot she had taken. It was a sort of ritual she had started, it got her cam and ready for anything that might come.

When the chopper landed they got out and eventually got on the elevator to go down the U.A.C. headquarters, then to the ark. Reaper was tense, Tink could practically feel his muscles flex. She shot a glance at him he was looking up through the glass roof. Something was wrong…this wasn't going to be your average mission.

A/N: Okay, I am sorry if I got some of the words people say wrong or in the wrong order. There is going to be a lot of paraphrasing. Hope you enjoyed the new chapter!