Lyrics belong to Tatu from the song Dangerous and moving.

: Obstacles and signs
Perilous and looming
Dangerous and moving
Dangerous and moving:

I woke feeling stiff but comfortable in the absolutely luxury suite the DEBS had booked. We were currently in the penthouse suite of some swank Russian hotel, and Amy, was currently very naked next to me. I pulled back the covers to expose her naked back, running my hand up the curve of her side, and kissing the nape of her neck. She stirred a bit, but didn't wake. My shoulder ached a bit, but nothing too painful, Amy rolled over lazily smiling up at me before pulling me into a deep kiss.

The bedroom door slammed open and we sprang apart each clutching sheets to our chests. Scud stood, hand over eyes, door wide open, Janet open mouthed behind him.

"Scud, what the fuck?" I asked, anger and embarrassment flushing my skin.

"Sorry," he still didn't look. "Katia and Conner are on the move, they just lead a team into the DEBS headquarters here."

"What?" Amy asked, hoping out of the bed and pulling the sheet with her, I scrambled to pull the quilt up to cover me.

"Yeah, get dressed," Scud shut the door. I jumped out of the bed, following Amy's example of speed dressing, slowed only a bit by my shoulder as I pulled on my shirt.

"What the hell is she doing?" Amy asked, leading us to the common area.

"They know we're on to them," I shrugged. "I didn't really think she'd go the daylight route, but that woman's a little psychotic so it makes sense."

"Perfect sense," Max added, tossing guns to Amy and me. I checked to make sure mine was loaded, and slipped it in the band of my pants. We followed Max's lead, the others joining us as we piled into a van.

The door was barely shut when the van pealed out we all grabbed hold as it tore into traffic, horn blaring to warn the other drivers. Max glanced over a building plan, then picked up the radio.

"Base, what's the status?" Her voice was curt, all business.

"Subjects are on the move, headed for the water."

"Do we have a boat?"

"Affirmative, south docks, slip eight," the voice answered through the static.

"Got it, ETA five minutes."

It was less then five minute's before a shout came from the front of the van, our driver, Lynn called back to us in excitement eyes wide behind thick glasses.

"Max, I have a visual," she smiled over her shoulder, Max knelt to check.

"That she can see anything is a miracle," Dominique huffed, I smirked.

"Confirm visual?" Janet asked.

"Yep," Max answered, spinning back around. "Lynn keep them in visual. Dom, how's your boat handling these days?" Dominique gave her a distaining look, which clearly said the question was insulting. "Right then," Max nodded.

"What's the plan?" Amy asked, grabbing me as the van took a sharp turn and sped up.

"Lynn dumps us at the south docks, and continues following to give us a description. Lucy, any thoughts?"

"Uh, sounds good," I answered, shocked that she had asked.

"South dock approaching," Lynn yelled back.

"Max, get a contingency unit on back up for if they don't head to water," I shouted.

"Got it on back up already," she nodded. "Everyone get ready." The van slowed just enough for us to leap out without killing ourselves. Scud tumbled, but righted himself quickly, as we ran down the dock I rubbed my shoulder, the jarring landing had brought tears to my eyes.

"There, slip eight," Amy pointed and we all hurried along.

"This?" I asked with disgust, the boat was huge, not made for high speed chases.

"It's what we got," Max shrugged, starting to untie, the group started jumping in."

"Targets are onboard an orange cigar boat, heading for open water,"

Lynn's voice crackled from Max's radio.

"Max we'll never catch them," I warned.

"Well what do you want me to do?" She snapped. I glanced around, spotting another cigar boat a few slips down.

"Scud!" I called, waving for him to follow, I heard him scrambled up behind me, and his feet pounding on the dock as we made our way to the other boat.

"What's up?" Scud asked as I hopped onto the boat.

"Gotta get a better ride," I answered, catching a glimpse of the others running up the dock towards us.

A man came up from below yelling in Russian, and waving his arms, clearly wanting me off his boat. I pulled my gun on him, keeping it trained on him. He froze for a moment and then began yelling again. Abruptly he stopped, raising his arms and looking past me. I turned to see the whole group, guns trained on him; Max waved her gun, motioning him off.

"Let's go," I yelled as the man hurried off. Dominique stepped to the wheel as we began unties the lines. She backed it up slowly, then sped out of the harbor much faster then was safe.

"Anyone see anything?" Amy asked.

"There!" Janet pointed to our left, Dominique turned that way, and we closed in fast.

"Oh, they saw us," Scud yelled as the boat in front of us sped up.

"Shoot them?" He asked.

"Not if we can capture them alive," Max called back.

"Uh, Max, those your people?" I asked, pointing to a helicopter pulling in low over us. She glanced up; shading her eyes, and swore.

"No," she called as gunfire splattered the water around us as the helicopter got nearer, Dominique fell back a bit, allowing some more space between us and Katia, the helicopter overhead flew closer to their boat, a rope ladder unfurling down.

"Get the helicopter!" Max ordered and we opened fire. I don't know who hit it, but the blades froze and the helicopter dove in and uncontrolled tail spin, crashing onto Katia's boat.

There were a couple seconds of silence, and a few small flames, we watched as Katia and her people jumped ship just before the explosion rocked us all. Dominique had let our boat fall way back, but the heat from the explosion still seemed like enough to singe our hair off.

"We have survivors," Max announced as the fire died a bit. Dominique steered the boat forward slowly. I recognized Conner's red hair and reached down, with Scuds help we got her onto the boat. Immediately Scud began mouth the mouth, hand cuffing Conner just as she started coughing up water.

We continued this way until we had six prisoners on board, none of them Katia. We all stood by Dominique, searching for any sign of her. Finally Max shook her head.

"Let's go back," she sat in the copilot seat. I nodded, sitting on the edge of the boat.

"She could be anywhere," my head was jerked backwards as Janet spoke, I found myself feet over head, landing in the water with jarring force, something still wrapped in my hair. I kicked wildly as I began to panic, darkness closing in, one foot connected to something and I was free, kicking to the surface.

"Lucy," Amy screamed. "Behind you!" I spun, seeing Katia leaping for me, I managed to get a bit out of her way, but she grabbed my bad shoulder. I cried out and whipped my hand around, slamming her in the side of the head, she let go. I kicked away a bit, but she caught my foot, dragging us both under. I shoved my palm in her face, finger feeling for her eyes, the shoving with no mercy until she let go again, this time I concentrated on putting distance between us.

I heard something like a shot, and saw Katia scream, clutching the cord that disappeared under the water in front of her. She screamed louder as Max pulled on the cord tugging her closer.

"Lucy," Amy and Janet waved me over, I swam unsteadily back to the boat and let them pull me on board; Amy wrapped me in a towel. I sat shivering, but feeling feverish with pain as the hauled an unconscious Katia onboard, spear gun short straight through the meat of her thigh. They handcuffed her quickly and spun the boat back toward shore.