Name: Stephanie Michelle Plum
Age: 34
Location: Trenton, New Jersey, East Coast
Current Occupation: "Bombshell" Bounty Hunter, researcher for RangeMan LLC
Training: None
Relationships: Off/On boyfriend Joe Morelli, Trenton Vice cop, Work relationship with boss Ricardo Carlos Mañoso, ex-husband Richard Orr, No children, Close friends with multiple officers of Trenton PD
Family: Ellen Plum (mother), Frank Plum (Father), Valerie (Sister), Edna Mazur (Grandmother), Mary Alice (Niece), Angie (Niece)
Car: Never has a car longer then two months, Disposals included crashes to explosions
Status: Under protection of RangeMan LLC
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The three friends spent the rest of the day catching up. It was almost 10 when Tank's cell phone buzzed. "Yes?" It was Ranger.
"You still at the base?"
"Yeah. I'm sitting with B and Das as we speak. What's up?" LB and Das looked at each other before facing Tank.
"We need them here. This has gotten too serious to leave them." Tank relayed the message and in response LB took his phone.
"Hey Ranger. Don't you think that we'll be safer at the base then out in the open? It's off'ly hard to get in here etc."
"You're not safe there." He stated flatly. "Out assalent has pictures of you training and even of Das and Dart overseas." She nearly dropped the phone at this.
"How? How the hell is that even possible?"
"I don't know B, but we've got copies and comfermed that the are real. You and Das need to come to New Jersey with Tank and help us clear this up."
"Sure, when do we leave and what should we pack?" Das and tank shrugged at each other. LB finished her conversation and handed the phone back to Tank. He checked to make sure Ranger had hung up and he put it back on his belt. LB went over to her bunk and began to fill her bags.
"Dress for formal, mission, and casual. He says SWAT and black are preferred." Das nodded and started to pack his own bags. While they were loading up the SUV Tank noticed that LB was bringing a lot of hardware. "What's with the tech?"
LB lifted another bag into the SUV. "It's my specialty. Been working with Intel and company for the better part of a year now."
"I didn't know that." Das commented. Lb smiled and got into the back seat. "Well, that's what happens when you leave for a year." She said when both Tank and Das had filled up the front.
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Steph, Lester and Bobby were all in the gym on the fifth floor when Ranger called them down to the offices on the fourth. When they arrived there were already a few people there. And to Steph's surprise Joe Morelli was one of them. She gave him a finger wave and a smile when he met her eyes and he sent a smile back.
"Okay everyone's here. As most of you can see Dart will not be involved in any of the takedown or missions due to the fact he is still at the hospital." Ranger was cut off.
"Yeah, yeah, Range. We know that. Mind getting to why you dragged us way up here? Something to do with a distraction gone bad?" Ranger simply ignored her however, Steph was transfixed with what she saw. The girl was no older then 30 but dressed exactly like the boys. Black SWAT pants, black tank top, black combat boots, and what looked like a deep green sports bra, which was poking out from under her top. Not only that but Ranger had completely ignored the fact that she had called him by a nick name and gave him an attitude.
"Apperently a skip who Steph," he gestured towards her. "helped us bring in has contacts somewhere and has gotten information from all of our files. "He turned to Bobby, Lester, Tank, and the two new people, including the girl. "He has also sent us photos of Das and LB." He motioned to the two new people. He handed them their photos and the girl snorted in laughter. Ranger had had enough. "What is it B?"
"This picture isn't exactly hard to come by. At least every wannabe commando has it saved on his computer." She moved over to a large box which was resting on a nearby table. When she returned she handed an exact copy of the photo Ranger had handed her back to him. "That picture was taken the day I left with the Cadets. I wasn't training. That's a real punch."
She looked at the picture of Das and gasped. "This is the photo Dart sent me about three months into deployment." Das took the picture from her and studied it.
"Well, it was saved in a number of files on a number of computers over there, everyone had access to it."
"Who ever it is has some comp skills then." Added Tank.