Stowaway
Credenhill, United Kingdom- Two hours after the attack on King's Row
Credenhill was a little village situated in Herefordshire. People went about their lives with little to worry about. A small village like this was not a realistic target for Talon. However, outside of the village was a military base. This was the home of the UK Special Air Service.
Captain Ross Jameson, commonly known around the base as 'the Captain,' was standing in front of several computer screens, analysing the intel they had. He was in his forties, though he never told anyone his exact age, preferring be a slight mystery. He had a short, visable beard, clearly a veteran of the force.
"MI5 must of had a field day when this came in." Jameson said, pointing to the screens in front of him.
"Yeah well, our boys had a field day with the Talon soldiers we captured." Another SAS trooper joked. This was Robert Smith or 'Buck,' Jameson's second in command. He was younger than the captain at 34 and unlike the captain, had no facial hair. He was paired with Jameson over a year and a half ago and since then, the two had become an exceptional team.
"Did we learn anything MI5 didn't?" Jameson asked, continuing to read through the information in front of him.
"The troops weren't very well informed, though they said Talon's moving this 'Project Indigo' tonight and that it's well defended." Buck replied.
"Right. Buck assemble the squad, we need to run through what we know."
With that Buck departed, walking off to find the other troopers assigned to the mission. A few minutes later a team of soldiers had assembled in the room, sitting on chairs that had been set up for the briefing. Once Buck walked back in, he nodded to Jameson, signaling that everyone was present.
"Good evening fellas, here's what we know. Earlier today, Talon attacked King's Row and failed thanks to a mixture of our boys and Overwatch. However, the King's Row team recovered enemy intel that states this attack was a diversion, so Talon could transport something out of the country, referred to as 'Project Indigo.' We don't know what this project is, only that it's being smuggled out the country through Liverpool, via cargo ship."
While Jameson gave the briefing, a communications officer tapped Buck on the back. He turned and began to speak to her, though no one could make out what it was about. Jameson simply continued with the briefing.
"MI5 have since been on the ground in Liverpool, identifying the vessel as number 71332 registered to the Vishkar Corporation."
"Vishkar? They don't have any operations in the UK." One trooper said, slightly unsure if he was right.
"None that we know of." Jameson answered. "Nor, according to the CIA, do they have any in the US, where this ship's going. MI5 believe that this ship's the one Talon's using to transport the package. Since we don't know what the package is, we can't just assault it in the port, or we risk contaminating the area if it's chemical weaponry. However, the ship will leave port in about 5 minutes. Once it's far enough out to sea, we'll use the stealth bird and board the ship. Our mission is to locate this 'Project Indigo' and keep it away from Talon. Any questions?"
"Any idea why Talon's using a Vishkar vessel?" One trooper asked.
"No. It's possible that they don't know they're carrying the package, or Talon's taken over the ship. It's also possible that they're working directly with Talon, though this would be very concerning if that's the case." Jameson replied, looking down at his screens again.
"Rules of engagement sir?" Another trooper asked
"If hostile, crew expendable." The troopers all nodded. "If that's all, everyone go get ready for the mission. Squad dismissed." The soldiers disbanded, all rushing off to prepare. Buck now walked over, handing Jameson a small earpiece.
"Command says someone's on the line with intel about 'Project Indigo' but say they'll only speak to you." Buck said, relaying the information the communication officer told him.
Jameson picked up the earpiece, dismissing Buck and leaving him alone. "Identify yourself."
"Ross, it's Lena."
Jameson breathed out heavily. He hadn't spoken to Lena for over two years now. "You know, I should report this straight away."
"You should, but your not going to." Lena replied.
"I take it this isn't a social call?" Jameson asked, knowing Lena wanted something.
"I'm guessing you've found out about a Talon shipment heading out of Liverpool?"
"That we have."
"I need you to tell me what this 'Project Indigo' is. We can't get to it and it could be vital in the fight against Talon."
Jameson sighed, rubbing his eyes as he replied. "Lena, you know that'll be top secret..."
"Don't give me that! You still owe me for saving your arse, twice. I'm calling one in. Besides you've not been one for formalities ever since you joined Overwatch all those years ago."
Jameson chuckled. "That I haven't. Look, I'll tell you what I can, just don't expect a full battle report. I still have a job to do."
"Thanks luv!" Lena replied. "And be careful."
"Aren't I always?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" With that Lena put the phone down, leaving Jameson to prepare for the upcoming mission.
1 hour later- Off the coast of the UK
The SAS dropship moved quickly towards its target, now miles away from land. It was 1:30 in the morning, the cargo ship now far enough away from the port that any risk was mitigated.
The dropship being used was a specialised stealth ship, designed and built specifically with this type of operation in mind. The engines were much quieter than most dropships out there and the ship itself was painted black, making it more difficult to notice during the night.
As they approached the cargo ship, Captain Jameson opened the dropship doors, holding onto the side and looking out at the cargo ship.
"That's the target vessel. Gas masks on. Pilot, offload us at the rear of the vessel and move to minimum safe distance."
The pilot obeyed, hovering just behind the cargo ship and letting the soldiers jump aboard the vessel, before moving away. There were a total of 12 soldiers deployed for this mission, separated into two teams. As the troops stacked up, Jameson heard someone approaching, moving quickly to cover and grabbing them as they walked around the corner. He quickly incapacitated his target, throwing them to the ground and knocking them out.
Jameson now analysed the target. He was armed with an assault rifle, standard issue for Talon soldiers and was far too well equipped for mere security on a cargo ship. However, Jameson's suspicions were all but confirmed when he saw a logo on the targets shoulder.
"That's a Talon insignia." He pointed out to the rest of the SAS troops.
"We clear to engage sir?" Buck asked.
"Clear to engage hostiles." Jameson confirmed. "Though try and keep any unarmed personnel alive if possible."
"Roger that." Buck said, signaling the rest of the troops to move forward. The troops split into their two teams, each taking a different side of the cargo vessel. Talon guards were in the way but simply couldn't react, being gunned down before they could raise the alarm. The area near the landing zone was cleared very quickly, very few Talon troops present and the silenced weaponry making life much easier for the SAS teams.
"Team two, clear out the top deck, team one with me." Jameson ordered, team one stacking up near a door to the lower levels. As team two moved further up the vessel, Buck opened the door, Jameson taking point and leading team one to the lower levels.
As the team made their way lower into the vessel, they came across an open door with voices coming from it. Jameson signalled the team to hold position, while Buck moved to the door, ready to push the door open while Jameson readied a flashbang.
As the Captain threw the flashbang inside the room, Buck closed the door, letting it detonate before Jameson kicked it back open, firing his rifle at the troops inside and quickly killing them. Once the room was clear, Jameson stepped back out, signaling Buck to take point. He responded by pulling a silenced shotgun off his back, putting his rifle in its place.
"Putting your Buck Wild name to use." One of the SAS troopers joked.
"What can I say, close encounters are my speciality." Buck joked back, moving up to a turning in the hallway and hugging the wall, leaning around to check if it was clear. A hand gesture was used to signal the all clear, allowing the team to move on once again.
After a few minutes, the team reached the entrance to the cargo hold, a small door that was guarded by two Talon troopers. They had little time to react when they saw the intruders however, being gunned down before they could raise their rifles. The door was slightly open, letting Buck peak inside without being seen. Upon a brief inspection, he saw a large number of Talon troops, set up in defensive positions.
Buck closed the door, swapping his shotgun for his rifle. "The second we go in there all hell breaks lose. No way is this staying a stealth mission Captain." He reported.
Jameson now activated his earpiece. "Team two, status report."
"We've cleared the top level and are about to hit the bridge." The leader of team two replied.
Jameson thought for a few moments, pacing back and forth as he considered his options. He finally made a decision.
"Once you've taken control of the ship, shut down the engines and leave two men to guard the control room. Then the rest of you head to the cargo hold, enter through the front entrance."
"Acknowledged."
Jameson now moved to the door, taking a quick look inside. "Team two will move to flank the enemy, we'll attack through this door, keeping the enemy focused on us so Team two can move into position."
"That's risky sir. What if we get overwhelmed?" Buck asked.
"That's a large amount of cover near this door and the light near it is on the blink. Clearly they're not expecting us. Move into a good position and fire at the closest target once I give the word." The troops nodded at the Captain's orders. Jameson opened the door slowly, the soldiers moving to cover, no one noticing them enter.
The cargo hold was divided into two main sections, a large dividing wall separating one from the other. This section was littered with crates, barrels and equipment. There were small metal stairs on either side of the room that lead up to catwalks. Three doors then lead to the second section, one on each catwalk and one on the lower level.
"No explosives. We don't want to rupture any of these containers until we know what we're dealing with." Jameson said quietly, reminding everyone why they were here. Once everyone was ready, Jameson gave the word.
"Open fire." Six Talon troops were immediately gunned down, throwing the unprepared troops into a moment of panic. This panic resulted in another four troopers being cut down before a defensive line was created. Talon now bogged down, holding position against the attackers. After a few minutes of continuous fighting, a group of Talon soldiers moved up to the walkways above the cargo hold, giving them a clear view of the battlefield.
"Take down those troops on the catwalks!" Buck shouted, alerting the rest of the team. Four of the team focused on the catwalk above them, taking down the troopers which had taken the high ground. With the high ground lost, the defenders fell back slightly, allowing the team to push forward. After another few minutes, the Talon troops fell back completely, retreating to the second section of the cargo hold.
The SAS team pushed on, climbing up the metal stairs on the left of the room and grouping up on the door here. Before they entered, Jameson contacted the second team again.
"Team two, what's your status?"
"Moving into position at the entrance to the right catwalk. I'm guessing we're flanking the enemy sir?" The team commander asked, gathering the fighting he could hear was the first team.
"Indeed, wait for my signal then move in." Jameson now opened the door slightly, throwing in another flashbang before kicking it open. The detonation left three troopers behind the door disoriented, the SAS team gunning them down in seconds.
The Talon defenders now concentrated their fire on the upper catwalk, unable to gain a clear shot thanks to the metal covered barrier.
"Team two, move in!" Jameson ordered. The door to the other catwalk opened, the second team, minus two, moving in unnoticed. This gave them the opportunity to line up perfect shots, taking down the most dangerous targets first.
Talons defending troops were left with very little cover, some trying to hide behind crates and containers to avoid the fire of one team, only to be cut down by the other. They were no match for the highly trained SAS teams and the fight was quickly over, no Talon troops left standing.
"Area secure." The second team commander stated.
Jameson now analysed the room. This section was much like the first, only this time, a large blue container was dotted near the back, two wooden desks in front of it. On one desk was a computer while the other was covered in paperwork. It was amazing that the paperwork was not hit during the fight. Near the large blue container were about four smaller red containers, placed against the walls out of the way.
"Someone check that container. Buck find out what you can from that computer." Jameson said, the troopers responding quickly and moving down to the items in question.
Buck walked over to the computer, pushing a chair out of the way and moving the mouse, waking it up. Jameson meanwhile walked over to the other desk, looking over the paperwork for anything on Project Indigo. Two other soldiers worked on opening the blue container, while the others doubled checked the cargo hold for any stragglers. The blue container was locked with a large padlock, which was quickly removed thanks to a shot from a pistol.
The two troopers now opened up the container, one quickly raising his rifle as he looked inside. However, as soon as he saw what was stored inside, he immediately lowered his gun, shocked at what he saw.
"Oh my... Captain, you need to see this."
Jameson walked towards the container, another soldier taking over looking through the paperwork. When he saw inside the container, he stopped dead.
It was a girl, locked away in a small metal cage.
"Oh my god... it's a girl." Jameson muttered out, everyone looking up when he said it. The girl looked up at him slowly, fear in her eyes. "She can't be no older than 20."
The girl was covered in dirt, grime and blood, likely her own. Jameson could only just make out that she had blonde hair, but other than that, the dirt and blood covered her features.
Jameson walked inside, the girl backing up slightly in panic. Jameson noticed this, quickly dropping his weapon and taking off his gas mask.
"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you." He moved his left shoulder into view, showing her the UK flag attached to his clothing. "See, I'm one of the good guys."
The girl analysed the flag for a few seconds, relaxing slightly as she realised that the unknown person was a friend. "Are they gone... the Talon soldiers."
"Yes, they're gone. They won't hurt you anymore." Jameson now turned around slightly. "Someone try and find some keys for this cage."
As soon as he said this, the girl leaned forward, pushing open the door to her cage. Jameson looked confused for a few seconds, before the girl held up a hair pin, moulded into a makeshift picklock.
"Never mind... she handled it."
Jameson reached forward, holding out his hand. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
The girl thought for a few moments. "Will you take me somewhere safe?" She asked.
She sounded so vulnerable, the hardened SAS captain could hardly believe it. "We will."
With that, she took his hand, crawling out of the small cage and standing up. They took no less than two small steps, before Buck was heard.
"Look what I found!" Jameson looked out the container to see Buck throwing someone into the chair he pushed away earlier. He was wearing a white lab coat, clearly a scientist of some sort.
"Right you sick fuck, tell me, what's this 'Project Indigo' of yours?" Buck demanded.
The scientist simply chuckled. "I ain't telling you shit."
The girl saw the scientist, hiding herself behind Jameson. Buck meanwhile had very little patience with this man, reaching for his shotgun and aiming it straight at his left leg.
"Let me ask again. What is Project Indigo?"
The scientist suddenly began to co-operate. "Okay, okay. It's her."
"The girl?" Buck asked.
"Following how successful Widowmaker was, Talon wanted more of her. Indigo was an initiative to create a better Widowmaker. This girl responded the best to the tests, so she was to be the first."
Buck just looked at the scientist. It wasn't visable, but he was disgusted at him. "Thanks. Now, have a nap." With that he hit him with the barrel of his shotgun, knocking him out instantly.
The girl relaxed again, moving out the container and into view of the other troopers.
Some of the other troops opened the red containers, finding more people inside of them. They were a random assortment of nationalities, some dead, while others were just clinging onto life. The one thing linking them was their ages. They all looked a similar age to the girl.
"They were clearly experiments, perhaps collateral damage according to Talon, so the girl's change was successful." Jameson thought.
Jameson now activated his earpiece once again.
"Command, this is Captain Jameson. we've secured the cargo ship and located the package. I need an extraction for a HVI."
"Roger that, the navy will be there soon to take over. Extraction on its way, ETA, five minutes. Captain, what was the package?"
"A girl."
Watchpoint Gibraltar- One day later
Lena was sat with Winston in his lab, waiting for a call from Jameson. It had been a day since she called in the favour, so she suspected that something had happened. Angela was standing nearby, also waiting for the report from Jameson. As they waited, Mei and McCree walked in, snowball floating around Mei and teasing her. They walked over to Winston and Lena, who had stood up and started pacing.
"Be patient Lena." Angela said, sending she was on edge.
Lena stopped pacing, breathing in and letting out a large breath. "Yeah, sorry. It's just been a day now so I'm a little worried, that's all."
As soon as she said that, her phone rang. She quickly pulled it out of her pocket, seeing that the caller was in fact Jameson. Winston plugged the phone into his computer, allowing everyone to hear and letting Athena monitor the call more effectively.
"Hey Ross. What did you find?" Lena asked, everyone else remaining quiet.
Ross didn't answer for a few seconds. "It was a girl."
"What? A girl?"
"Talon we're trying to make another Widowmaker. That's what Indigo was." Ross was clearly troubled by this, Lena could tell.
"Is she alright?" Lena asked.
Ross sighed. "Yeah she's better, though no one can get though to her. She seems very distant, almost afraid to talk to us. Strangely, she seems to light up when she sees pictures of Overwatch on the TV when she's in her room. It's the only way we've been able to get anything out of her. Hell, we don't even know her name yet."
This gave Lena an idea. "Ross, you'll hate me for asking this..."
"There's no way I could get you clearance." Ross answered, knowing the question.
"You said it yourself, she won't talk to anyone, but lights up when she sees pictures of us. Surely if the real Tracer was there, she'd open up and talk."
Ross sighed again, thinking for a few moments. "Can you get to London by the next day?"
"I can be there in a few hours." Lena replied. "That mean I can see her?"
"I can't promise anything, but if your in London, I'll see what I can do."
"I'll call when I'm there." With that Lena ended the call.
Winston now turned to Lena. "You sure about this?"
"She might be able to tell us more about Talon's plans. She's clearly been behind enemy lines for a while if she's in that state. I think I have a good chance of getting her to open up." Lena replied, confidence in her voice. "Besides, I can take those days off you owe me."
"How do you know that guy anyway?" McCree asked. "It's not common knowledge who's in the SAS."
"He was one of the foot soldiers for Overwatch back in the day. Shortly after I became an agent, I went on a few missions with his squad, started talking after one mission and we just became friends." Lena explained.
"How did you know he was SAS then?" Mei asked.
"He told me. He said was handpicked along with a couple of other men. A few months before Overwatch fell, he left and returned to the SAS. He was good at guessing when something was out of the ordinary, so he must of sensed something was up before he left. Anyway, if that's all, then I'm off home. See ya in a few days."
With that she waved at everyone and left, running off towards the front of the lab, where a dropship was landing.
As Lena left, Angela's phone received a message.
Hey Ang
Managed to get a few days off work. If your able to, are you up for a catch up?
Fareeha
Angela hadn't spoken to Fareeha for a while now. They'd formed a strong friendship after Angela had comforted Fareeha when Ana died. Well, when they thought she had died. Fareeha found out her mother was alive about six months ago, receiving a letter and actually seeing her. Angela had promised she would visit Fareeha the last time they saw each other and Angela rarely broke her promises.
"Hey Winston. Since Lena's off, mind if I take a day or two away as well?" Angela asked innocently, taking a page out of Lena's book.
"What for?" Winston asked.
"I owe someone a visit."
Winston knew what she meant, chuckling before he replied. "You don't have to act so innocent. Of course you can. We're not planning any missions so you should be good for a few days. Just be careful."
Angela smiled. "Of course I will Winston. See you in a few days." She quickly departed for the dropship, Athena holding the dropship Lena was on for a few moments to let Angela board. Once she was aboard, the dropship took off, heading first for London, then Egypt.
As the dropship departed, Angela pulled out her phone.
Of course
I have some time off, so I'll be in Egypt in a few hours.
See you then.
"So, have you two snogged yet?"
"LENA!" Angela had gotten used to these jokes now. Lena was also a friend of Fareeha's, though she didn't know her as well as Angela.
"What? You two are perfect for each other. You both have wings for a start." Lena smiled very innocently.
"We're just friends Lena. She doesn't have any feelings for me."
"But you're not denying it." Angela simply stared at Lena. "Come on Ang. It's obvious you like her, so ask her out. You need to let your hair down once in a while."
Angela responded by doing exactly that. She reached to the back of her head and pulled out her hair bobble, letting her hair fall freely while smiling at Lena in exactly the same way she did.
"Oh very funny." Lena said, rolling her eyes.
"I learned from the best." Angela joked back, gaining a chuckle from Lena.
King's Row, London- 2 hours later
Emily was sat in Lena's apartment, watching the TV. The area was still on edge after the Talon attack, though everyone was defiant, continuing on with their lives as if nothing happened. As Emily reached for the remote, changing the channel to something a little less boring, she heard the front door open.
"Honey, I'm home!"
Emily didn't move however. Forcing Lena to walk to her.
"Oh sorry, I didn't hear you come in." Emily joked, as Lena jumped on the couch and immediately hugged her girlfriend.
"Sorry for leaving you." Lena said, putting on her puppy dog eyes and looking up at Emily.
"So you should be. You left me all alone on a cold night." Emily was being very flirtatious, Lena knew she wasn't being serious at all.
"That I did. How could I ever make it up to you." Lena replied, equally seductive.
"Well... I have an idea." Emily leaned to her girlfriends ear. "Though, you'll have to wait till later." She whispered.
"Oh you're such a tease luv." Lena said, gaining a chuckle from Emily.
"Hey Em, mind if I ask a favour. I wouldn't normally ask."
Lena now became serious again. Ross had texted her back and he somehow convinced someone high up to let him bring the girl to King's Row. Lena would find out exactly how he managed that later.
"Sure. As long as it isn't dangerous. I'm not you, remember."
Lena smiled. "No nothing like that. An old friend recently rescued a girl from Talon and she's not talking to anyone. We think that if I speak to her, she'll open up to me. He's bringing her to King's Row and I need to be incognito."
"Okay, how am I involved here?" Emily asked, unsure where Lena was going with this.
"Well, I need a date. That way, no one will think anything of it, just that she's a friend or a fan."
Emily snuggled close to Lena. "You just see an opportunity to get yourself in my good books again, don't you?"
"Maybe a little." Lena joked, kissing Emily's head.
"If you think it'll help, then sure. She's okay isn't she?"
"Yes, she's okay. Just shaken I think." Lena hoped she was right. Talon left their mark on people, Widowmaker a perfect example. She hoped that the girl was still herself.
Later that day
Lena and Emily were walking to the pub in King's Row, arm in arm. Lena and Ross had agreed to meet up later that day, when it was still light, in order to make the girl a bit more comfortable. They both agreed to keep a low profile, the reason Lena had asked Emily to come along. This bar was one they regularly visited, so the two of them wouldn't raise any eyebrows.
As the couple arrived at the pub, Lena looked inside. The place was packed, no one would guess that the district had been attacked a day earlier. Sure enough though, Ross was sat inside with the girl. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a light grey shirt along with a black jacket. Lena guessed there was a weapon of some sort hidden in that jacket. He also had a glass of whiskey sat in front of him. The girl was just out of sight, Lena only able to make out her blonde hair and glass of what she guessed was water or lemonade.
The two women now stepped inside, Lena waving to the bartender, who recognised them instantly.
"Evening ladies! What can I get ya?"
"I'll have a beer." Emily said.
"Make that two luv." Lena said, looking towards Ross and giving him a subtle wave.
"Coming right up." Within a few moments, the bartender returned with two opened bottles of beer, Lena paying before they found a table. After a few minutes, Lena decided to approach the girl.
"Right, I'm going to go have a word with her." Lena told Emily, as she stood up and walked over to Ross. She could now make out the girl. She had long, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was no longer covered in dirt and blood, cleaned up to look like a normal girl.
Once Lena was close enough, Ross leaned forward to speak with the girl.
"Hey, remember that woman I wanted you to meet?" The girl simply nodded, still not speaking apart from a word or two and looked down. Lena pulled out the seat next to Ross, sitting down and faced the girl. The girl noticed a blue glow that suddenly appeared. She slowly looked up, seeing the accelerator first and then Lena.
"Hey luv." It was like a switch had been flicked. The girl went from being quiet and down, to energised and happy.
"Tracer?" The girl asked, not believing that she was here.
"That's me, though feel free to call me Lena. Everyone here does." Lena winked at the girl, gaining a smile from her. "So, what's your name then?"
The girl seemed to tense up slightly, looking towards Ross and then looking away. Ross noticed this, reacting to the situation.
"I'll give you two some space."
"I have a table over there." Lena pointed towards Emily as Ross left, taking his glass of whiskey with him.
"Jessica. Jessica King." The girl answered, finally feeling safe.
"Nice to meet you Jess. How old are you?" Lena smiled at the young girl.
"Twenty."
"How are you feeling?"
"Better. I feel safe." Jessica replied, loosening up and relaxing slightly.
"If you don't mind me asking then, how come your not talking to anyone except me?"
Jessica thought for a few moments. "Honestly?"
"Honestly. You've been a prisoner for months I'm guessing. If I were in your position, I'd be talking to everyone I saw." Lena moved her hand forward, offering it to Jess who took it.
"I'm scared. I'm scared that Talon will find me again. They took me to a horrible place and I've been there for months. I don't want them to take me back." Jessica held onto Lena's hand, almost like she was being dragged away and she was holding on. Lena placed her other hand on Jessica's.
"They won't. I promise you." Jessica seemed to relax again once Lena said this. "What happened to you in there Jessica? How long have you been there?"
Jessica breathed in heavily. "Three months ago, Talon came into my house. I was alone, Mum and Dad had gone out shopping so I had the place to myself. I was doing some revision for an upcoming exam when armed men kicked down the door and kidnapped me. They subjected me and about 11 other kids to brutal 'training' as they called it. They tortured us, showing us images of Overwatch and telling us it was your fault."
"They wanted you to hate us, so you'd kill us without a second thought." Lena realised, struggling to hold back a tear.
"Yeah. It worked on some of us, though I pretended. I used the images to give me hope, knowing that Talon was afraid of you. It kept me sane. In the end, everyone else either died or went mad. I was the best result they said. They showed me video and images of someone called Widowmaker, said they were going to make me like her..." Jessica was on the verge of tears, so Lena stepped in.
"It's okay. You don't have to tell me anymore." Lena noticed the empty glass in front of Jessica. "Want another drink? They do a great vodka with a hint of lemon." Jessica laughed. "I'll have a coke, that's probably not my thing."
Lena turned to the bartender. "Hey Dave, one coke and hold the vodka."
The bartender simply raised a bottle of vodka up. "I'm holding it, now what?" Jessica laughed again, Lena putting a thumb up as she turned back around.
Ross meanwhile was sat with Emily, finishing off his glass of whiskey. "She's bloody amazing." Emily looked over to him, slightly confused. "She's said more to Lena in ten minutes than she's said to us in one day." Ross clarified, making Emily smile.
"She has a way of making anyone smile. Maybe that's what you needed." Emily said, watching the girl open up to Lena.
After an hour, Jessica had returned to her former self. She stayed on the soft drinks, but had chatted with Lena on a number of different topics. Her interests, hobbies and future plans. Once she had finished talking, Lena could see she was tired.
"Jess, before you go, promise me one thing."
"Okay."
"Promise me that you'll talk to Ross and the others he works with. They're the good guys and I know Ross. He can be trusted."
"I promise. I'm ready to talk."
Lena now waved Ross over, who quickly downed his drink and walked over. "Hey kid. you ready to go?"
Jess looked up at him. "Yes, I'm ready." An hour with Lena and she was a different person. Ross was amazed.
"Come on then." As she walked to the door to the pub, Ross turned to Lena. "Nice work Oxton. Till the next time."
"Till the next time. By the way, how did you manage to get her here? I guess you didn't tell the entire truth."
"Well, I suggested someone should take her out, try and calm her down. They did agree and put me in charge of her, since she seemed a bit more comfortable with me. Probably helped that I'm a captain now." Ross explained.
"Captain? You've gone up in the world." Lena joked, gaining a small chuckle from Ross. "Her name's Jessica King. Her family will be worried."
"I'll get her back to them as soon as possible." With that, Ross gave Lena a subtle salute, walking after Jess and leaving the pub.
Lena and Emily didn't hang around long afterwards. They left after another 10 minutes. Once they were home, Lena put her accelerator on charge, before falling straight onto her bed. Emily crawled on after her, cuddling her left side.
"Your amazing, you know that right?" Emily said.
Lena turned to face her girlfriend. "I know I'm good but haven't laid a finger on you, so I doubt I'm that good."
Emily simply laughed at the dirty joke. "No silly, I meant tonight, with that girl. She wasn't talking to anyone and after an hour with you she was a completely different person. I'm so proud of you." Emily leaned in and kissed Lena.
"Thanks luv."
"Though you are pretty good in that department as well." Emily winked, wrapping her legs around Lena's waist.
"Oh. Just how good am I exactly?" Lena purred, wrapping her arms around Emily.
"Well, Maybe you could remind me."
Lena's and Emily's lips crashed into each other. Within a few minutes, clothes were littered across the floor and the two of them were under the covers.
"I love you Emily." Lena said, managing to get on top as she kissed her girlfriends cheek.
"I love you too Lena." The two of them shared one long, deep kiss before Lena went to work. The night was perfect for both of them.