I should have left this room a while ago!
She thought as she sat on the toilet of the bathroom in the base of the RED mercs. Janine, or The Bruiser, as the mercs were told she was called, went into the bathroom before any of them had woken up for the day and now she could hear them preparing a party for her in the meeting room.
How she had gotten into this situation was simple, she had been escorted into the base by Miss Pauling at 2 in the morning while the nine men were sleeping. Pauling had told her that she'd need a good rest before meeting them. Janine had awoken and gone to the bathroom at 5:40AM and she could hear the men excitedly preparing a small arrival party.
Maybe I can just walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened? Here goes...
Before she could actually touch the door knob after washing her hands, she overheard the mercs talking excitedly for her arrival, not knowing that she had been in the base already.
"Pauling said dat he's da bruiser! Sounds crazy don't it?" She could make out a young man's voice with a Boston accent.
I guess they don't know I'm a girl, either.
"Da, Bruiser must be beeg man! Not leetle man like Scout!" A deep voice with a Russian accent bellowed gleefully.
"Oui, would be bad to mess with zis Bruiser, non?" A smooth Frenchman added.
"I bet I could shoot 'im. But up close..." A gruff, Australian voice commented worriedly.
"Ah, calm down, Lads!" A loud, Scottish voice carelessly exclaimed. "This one may be a lass for once!"
And here she was, the Bruiser, sitting on a closed toilet out of embarrassment. Her real name is Janine Daecan, well fitting her pale, porcelain skin and brown, curly mid-length hair that she kept up in a messy bun. She's not the tallest person, standing at a measly 5 feet and 5 inches. She quietly mumbled to herself in her British accent, "Okay, here we go..."
"'Ey, someone in da bathroom? All da guys are here..." The voice that she figured belonged to The Scout rang out.
"Or is that an enemy spy?! Get him, maggots!" A shriek of a man yelled out.
In a few short seconds, the sounds of footsteps rapidly became louder outside the bathroom door.
"U-uh..." Janine managed to blurt out.
"Dere's a babe in dere, guys!" Scout called out, followed by the sound of a light smack of skin.
"Shut up, Scout. Ze lady's probably horrified by your yelping." The Frenchman warned and then asked, "Excuze moi, madam, but perhaps you may have mislocated your home?"
This smooth voice helped coax Janine, and she slowly turned the doorknob to meet the nine men.
"Um, hi everybody. I'm The Bruiser." was all she could say to the wide-eyed mercs in front of her.