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Rated M: for violence, coarse language, and mature themes/events throughout. Remember that this is femslash, so if that's not your thing, you might not enjoy this. I do not own the characters, they belong to WWE, AEW, Impact, and other promotions, respectively. This story is entirely fictional.

Dangers of Deville

Chapter 2

By Jurassicfatt

Daria (Sonya's) POV, Van

I feel myself pushed in one corner of the van, my feet against the metal front portion. Slowly opening my eyes, I blink, trying to clear my vision. It goes from initially blurry and then slowly back to normal. I look around, my eyes turning immediately to Mandy. She's lying on her back, one arm across her chest and the other sprawled out. I check on her, touching a hand to her head. She's breathing and her pulse is there, but her eyes are closed. Turning to my right, I see Ronda shaking her head, and the asshole still in the fetal position. From what I can tell, he's unconscious. Looking up, I call out.

"O-Otis? Gable?" I say weakly. Struggling and grabbing the seat for leverage, I get up to go look them over. I see Otis' eyes are closed. The airbags deployed, and Gable is holding his head. I call Otis's name, causing the larger man to scrunch his face and rub his eyes with the back of his hand. "Otis? Gable? Guys."

"Ugh!" Gable whines.

"You alright?"

"Just peachy, Son. Damn, my arm." Otis murmurs, before grabbing his right bicep.

"Otis, come here. Mandy's hurt." Otis undoes his belt, slowly turning his head over. "Looks like she, hm! Looks like she got knocked out during the crash. We need to get out of here." I say, moaning in pain when I take a step. Touching my calf, I feel one area is more tender and feel some wetness. Looking at my hand, I see blood on my fingers. This is the same leg where the bullet grazed me. Either the bullet hit more than I thought, or the crash made the wound worse. I get down on one knee to relieve the pressure for a second, turning my head to look at my pants. Sure enough, I see large purplish bruising around the area where I was shot, just where the calf meets the shin. No bullet, from what I can tell. Blood seems to be drying except for right around the center of the cut. Rubbing my hand on my pants to remove some of it from my fingers, I take a few breaths.

"Easier said than done, Dar." Gable remarks, removing his hand. I can see a bruise forming on his forehead.

"Shit…" Ronda suddenly chimes in, trying to get up on shaky feet.

"Come on. I can't do this alone… Fuck, come on Daria, ignore the blood and let's go." I say to the others, then myself, moving my ass to the sliding door. As I grab the handle, I stop, realizing my mistake. Letting go, I look through the front windows. On one side is the building, gray stone and cracked brick. On the other is an open street, but I don't see any cars.

"I thought you said let's go?" Otis says.

"We were hit, weren't we? I don't know if they're still outside, and we're in no condition to fight."

"I'm always ready for a f-mm! Fight." Ronda says, holding her arm and finally staggering to an upright position.

Suddenly, we hear gunfire and freeze.

Ratatatata! Bang! Bang!

Faintly, I hear in the distance someone screaming, but I can't make out the words.

"Otis, Gable, you guys see anything?" Otis looks around, shaking his head.

"Not from my angle. Gable?" Gable looks up. A moment later, he responds.

"Well, I'm not seeing double, so I guess that's a plus. I don't see anything here. It must be from behind us."

"Then we better stay. I don't want to risk us getting shot by any assholes outside." I argue, checking over Mandy again. "Come on, Mandz." I see her eyes flutter, before they scrunch and then open.

"Daria?" she asks weakly, then tries to get up. I put a hand to her shoulder, stopping her.

"Hey champ. Stay where you are, k Mandz? I don't want you to hurt yourself." The gunfire continues, and I pull out my gun. Two bullets. It's not enough, and we're sitting ducks. But we can't leave or we risk getting shot by whoever is out there.

"Is that g-*moan*-unfire? Ow! My legs…" she questions, before her a look a pain shoots across her face. I look at Mandy and give her a smile.

"Don't worry you're pretty little head. Just stay where you are. Okay?"

"*Moan* Okay. Dar, y-your lip is bleeding." she tells me. Touching a hand to my lips, I feel the wet blood drying from the left corner of my mouth. Maybe I bit down on it when we hit the building.

"Uh, guys, we got company." Gable points out. I slowly get up, noticing both he and Otis have their hands up. Someone is standing in the street, pointing an automatic rifle at the windshield. They have a light brown suede jacket and black gloves, so probably not DOD. They are also wearing a gas mask. I watch the masked person put their right hand up and do a 'come here' signal to the side of the truck. Suddenly, something is thrown through the window of the back door.

Clink! The object hits the floor, then rolls for a second. It looks like a green and gray canister. It starts quickly leaking gray smoke. A smoke grenade! The whole compartment quickly fills with its contents, causing us all to cough. I'd throw the damn thing out, but I can't see a thing. I can't even see the door handle to open and free us. I tell Ronda to come near me, before going down to the ground to protect Mandy, feeling the floor through my coughing as I crawl over to her. She grabs my arm, squeezing down. I hear her coughing too, then get up to a sitting position. I put my body in front of hers. Readying the gun, I keep it close to me, waiting for the moment they-

The backdoors fly open, and some flickers of light comes through.

"You *cough* fuckers!" I hear Ronda yell, before I hear someone get hit. I feel the truck move three times, so there must be three of them. Holding my breath and trying to hold down the urge to cough, someone grabs my arm and I put the gun towards them, ready to pull the trigger. But they immediately grab the gun, pointing it upward, and hitting me with the butt of their weapon, the metal stock smacking against my forehead, bringing a sharp pain to it. They remove the cartridge and toss the gun aside, then grab my hair and drag me out of the van. All I can do is scream as best I can through my coughing, and weakly grasp their arm, trying desperately to free myself. I'm dragged out of the van and into the street, the person turning me onto my stomach.

I see Otis and Gable have already been put on the floor, two men in flak jackets and simple pants hovering above them with machine guns. Ronda is on her knees, two black-suited men holding her at gun point. I hear someone coughing/moaning and turn around. One of the men is dragging Mandy out by her hair, the poor girl too dazed to fight back. I hear her moaning and yelping in pain as her legs hit the floor.

"He*cough*y! Leave her! She can't ev- Oof!" I begin to rant, trying to defend Mandy, before the person above me puts their boot on my back. They place Mandy nearby, on her stomach. I hear a scuffle, before watching two men carry the red-suited assassin out of the van and bring him over to another car, this one a black sedan.

It's dark out, the lights of the sedan and few street lamps illuminating the street. The black-suited men look at Ronda, never moving. Two other men, with familiar gray jackets, comes near her. They then remove their masks, revealing themselves as the CGPD officers from the club, Pechenko and Louis.

"One job." they murmur, before looking over to the sedan. The back door opens, and out comes the D.A., Thomas Quinby. Striding over in his silvery-gray suit, he looks at Ronda. Turning to Pechenko and Louis, he nods. The two of them cock their pistols and aim at our captain. In a final act of defiance, she spits at them. In response, they and the two in black suits fire multiple shots, hitting Ronda in the head and chest. She goes down on her side, dead, her blood starting to leak down towards the ground.

"Nooooo!" Gable yells. Otis wrestles on the ground, but can't get up.

"You bastards!" Otis spits out, before getting hit with the butt of one of the men's guns. They killed her! Those fucking bastards! Quinby looks around, before getting back in one of the vehicles.

"Let's make this quick! On the count of three, kill them all, starting with that blonde one!" Pechenko and Louis say.

"No! Leave her alone, damn it! Take me instead!" But they ignore me, as the man above Mandy grabs her by the head, pulling it up, causing her to yelp in pain. I try to fight my way up, but the person above me just puts more pressure on my back and I can't move. Scratching and crawling on the ground, my fingers digging into the asphalt, but still not moving an inch. I can't- I can't let them-

Screeech! We hear tires screeching across the road. Pechenko and Louis look at the other end of the street. The man lets go of Mandy, who falls immediately to the ground, as he points his gun towards the sound. The detectives scream, pointing at something in the same direction, and the other gas-masked men get off Otis, Gable, and I, relieving the pain in my back. They begin firing into the dark. Pechenko tells Louis to check Ronda for something, and the man starts looking at her body, probably rifling through her pockets. He finds her wallet, but throws it away. Someone starts firing back, killing two of them, including the one who dragged Mandy.

"I can't find it!" Louis yells.

"*Bang*, To hell with this! Bring the body with us!" Pechenko screams, firing back at the unknown enemies. Otis and Gable stay down as I crawl my way to Mandy, fighting through the pain on my calf and sore back to get to her. Pechenko screams "Fall back!", tapping Louis on the shoulder as he follows him. The other men grab Ronda's body and heave it into one of their cars, as Pechenko and Louis jump into the two different vehicles. Several men get out to cover them, many getting shot before they even have a chance to fire. I finally get to Mandy and grab her, the girl opening and closing her eyes. She looks straight at me, and I can't help the tears from falling, knowing she's alright. Gable and Otis roll towards the right as the three cars escape, one of their taillights getting shot out.

I hear footsteps as I hug my body to Mandy's. Multiple swat guys, armed to the tee, with the distinctive DOD coat of arms on their shoulders, walk into view. Upon closer inspection, some of them actually have CGPD written on their armor, instead. Two of the officers get down to check on Otis and Gable, while a few others come over to Mandy and I. Then, in a surprising turn of events, I see the two bouncers and the bartender of the club, guns drawn and looking at the ground.

"Four survivors, sir." one swat member says. My eyes begin getting heavy, exhaustion and the crash starting to catch up with me.

"These were the ones Michaels told us about. Get the medical team, now!" the deep-voiced bouncer orders.

"Yes sir. This is Ramirez, we need immediate medical assistance on Coral Street. Two ambulances minimum." the swat member says, speaking into his radio. Glimpses of a team of EMTs loading Mandy and I onto different stretchers, and into ambulances, flashes in front of me, before everything goes dark.

*Flashback* Daria's (Sonya's) Pov, Coast Guard Mercury Base of Operations, Tampa, Florida, Early Afternoon, May 2018

Running. Gable is a few steps ahead of me, his red and blue Olympic tracksuit sleek on his form, as he bolts around the green-grass courtyard. Otis, Mandy, and a few other ensigns are cheering/shouting. I feel the air push out of my lungs, my sides starting to tense, the sun's glare causing me to blink. Gable is a nice dude, but he's such a bragger. He can be so annoying at times. I decided to challenge him to a race, just to shut him up for once. He quickly accepted, never doubting himself. He put up a wager that whoever lost would be left cooking the latter a meal, of the winner's choosing, for the whole team. Despite me not being completely inept in the kitchen, I've never really cooked something really difficult, so it might be a struggle. I intend to win this, so with that I push aside my thoughts and focus on this task. The sprinting and heat combine, making me sweat a lot, my hair dampening and a few drops slowly leaking down my forehead onto my brow. Ignoring it, I keep running, but it's too late. I watch Gable, already raising his arms in victory, as he passes the goal post.

"Oh yeah! Alpha academy getting the win!" Otis yells, before putting his own arms up. I finally make it to the finish line, witness the two men high five, the sound echoing out around us as the other Guardsmen give him congratulations. Mandy comes up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Great job, Dar. You gave it your all."

"*Breath* Thanks." I murmur, still catching my breath.

"Hey, what do you say after this, we go out for donuts? My treat." Mandy suggests with a smile, her hair in a ponytail.

"*Breath* after I find out whatever meal Gable wants me to cook. Yeah, that'd *sigh* be awesome. Thanks, Mandz. You're the best." I exclaim, before Gable taunts me.

"Never challenge the master to a race, Son. Uh, thank you!" he yells, pointing his hands to the sky.

I step on his foot. He yelps in pain. "Smartass."

"You're a mean sore loser, you know that." I quickly put him in a headlock, before switching it to a tight chicken wing. "Okay! Okay! I take it back!"

I quickly let him go, Mandy patting me on the shoulder, before we hear someone whistle.

"That's enough ensigns! We got work on the high seas." Captain Ronda yells to us, her shades and blue baseball cap contrasting her white shirt in the afternoon sun. We all salute, before I grab my towel from the bench and wipe my head. "Lieutenant, come with me." she yells to Gable, who sprints ahead of us.

"I'll be with you in a bit, Mandy." I tell her. She walks with Otis to the entrance of the blue and white Coast Guard building. Soon enough, the other Guardsmen disperse, following Otis and Mandy inside. I pick up my water and take a huge gulp, the icy liquid refreshing my mouth and throat. "Ha! Whew, that's good."

"Fighter! Get your ass inside! No one's paying you to laze around like a garden gnome!" I hear a raspy voiced woman scream. Turning, I watch as my mentor walks up to me. A 5ft.6 powerhouse, she's pulled her dark hair into a bun, showing off her round forehead and serious features. Pair of black shades, a black t-shirt, with the word 'Mercury' in red front and center, and black pants. Walking like she's just left the UFC's Octagon; she stands right in front of me, exuding strength. "Gable race?" she asks.

"Yep."

"You win?" I stay silent. She looks at me for a second, before freezing in place. I hear her breathe deeply through her nose. Oh no. "If you don't move that sorry ass of yours into that building in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to put you in an armbar so deep you'll cry. 10!" she yells, pointing to the building, before checking her phone.

"Shayna, give me a bre-"

"That's Commander to you! 9! 8!" she continues.

"Please, it's just one r-"

"7!" Quickly packing my bottle and hightailing it to the building, I hear Baszler's jogging after me. "5! 4!" she quickly jogs up to me.

I push myself forward, schlepping with my tired legs and core into the bright lights and white stone-walled corridors inside. I see everyone going into conference room 3, so I start jogging my way over. Or I would have, if Shayna hadn't grabbed my arm. "Hold on! Hold on! For the record, I made him tap out to a chicken wing immediately after!"

Shayna lets me go, crossing her arms over her chest while tapping her foot, her whole aura making me nervous. Bringing her shades down and looking me dead in the eyes, she asks, "Did he cry?"

"He whimpered?" I offer. She puts the shades back up, before turning away from me.

"That's my girl." she states, filling me with a sense of pride. Shayna pushes into the board meeting where the others are waiting.

"Alright, ensigns. Stand sharp. We'll begin in a few." Baszler reports, then goes to speak with Gable. I walk straight up to Mandy, sitting next to her in the blue plastic chair, the metal feet dragging across the floor as I go towards the long wooden desk. Otis is near us too. On the other side of the room is Team Jupiter, another specialized Coast Guard unit that often works alongside Mercury. In front is Lieutenant Commander Tommaso Ciampa, alongside ensign second class Mia Yim, and ensigns Jessamyn Duke, Carmelo Hayes, and Cameron Grimes. Captain Ronda walks in, alongside Jupiter's Captain, Jasmin 'Mercedes' Martinez, and both Lieutenants Gable and Ciampa call out.

"Attention!"

We all stand, saluting to Captain Ronda, Baszler included. The three of them, Ronda, Shayna, and 'Cedes, went from the Octagon to Guardsmen many years ago. Met up and became the best of friends, supposedly. Mercedes has more years in the Guard, but Ronda already had boating hours, hence why she became captain quicker. Shayna was a captain, too, but after refusing to carry out an order from a commanding officer, she was reprimanded. We all stood behind her, and were fined for it. Shayna, meanwhile, was fined, reduced in rank, and suspended indefinitely. Mercedes was the one who petitioned for her to be included on the team, and despite not 'entirely' getting her way when CG HQ put her on Team Mercury, she and the rest of us were happy to see Shayna back.

It was sort of similar for Mandy and I. In the most cliché way ever, we met up at the CG training camp, then the gym. Every night at 7, for 4 years. I actually tried to flirt with her and land a date (can you blame me?) the first few times we met, but she told me she was straight, and I never judged her for it. We started hanging out more and more, and soon enough she became a sister to me. We met Otis and Gable then too, although Gable was already in his 2nd year. We became friends quickly, alongside some of the other recruits. Our little family away from home.

"You may be seated." Captain Ronda states, and we do as we're told. She starts the presentation, pressing a few buttons on her MacBook to change slides. "As you all know, Mercury and Jupiter are tasked with monitoring the Tampa coastline for any vessels suspected of smuggling drugs and other illegal items into Florida and the continental U.S."

Baszler continues, the next slide showing a map of Port Tampa, along with pictures of Coast Guard vessels riddled with bullets. "One week ago, at approximately 23:00 hours, CG HQ caught detection of at least 4 vessels intercepting a frigate not 400 miles off the coast. CG sent boats to inspect, but were fired upon. Somehow, these bastards got away. CG reported heavily armed men with military grade equipment. Originally, DOD clearance was needed before we could proceed with the case. Two suspects have been identified." Another slide is shown, as the faces of two men, one clean-shaven, bald Latino man with a falcon tattoo, and another with scruffy hair, green eyes, and a pinch, come onscreen. "The scruffy looking one is Cendro Ortega, notorious drug smuggler from Havana. The bald one is Tito Esparanta, ex-military contractor turned gun-for-hire for Ortega. They've been moving drugs and other illegal items up the East Coast, and somehow bypassed Miami HQ. This vessel," the slide changes, showing a large brownish-red shipping freighter, "is the Orange Hare. Company lists it under Global Fruit Nation, but shows 'unusual' stops along the way, citing maintenance issues. CG suspects they may be aiding smugglers by moving product and money across the East Coast. The Orange Hare is coming in tonight, from New York. DOD has reason to believe Esparanta and Ortega will make contact. Our orders are to assist CG with all seizures of drugs and other contraband, and to apprehend Ortega, Esparanta, and any other unlikely associate who decided to work for them. All targets are considered armed and dangerous."

Captain Ronda then speaks up, with a diagram of the ship and our mission plan. "We will approach the Orange Hare and conduct routine inspection with CG. Teams will be split into groups of three, with one leading member present to give orders and communicate with commanding officers. Teams consist of: Myself, Ensign Otis, and Ensign Mandy; Lieutenant Gable, Commander Baszler, and Ensign Berenato; Captain Martinez, Ensign Yim, and Ensign Grimes; and finally, Lieutenant Commander Ciampa, Ensign Duke, and Ensign Hayes. Any questions?" We all stay silent, but I can see Shayna's lips pursed. She must not like being under Gable's command, instead of leading the op. It will most likely be her giving the orders, anyway. "We leave at 17:00 hours sharp. Be ready. Dismissed."

We get up from our seats and leave, while the two captains, commander, and lieutenants discuss the plans for the mission. I go to take a shower and change back into uniform, before going to the locker room. Something about this seems off. We all know there was an incident last week, but its still strange. Coast Guard always calls for backup in situations where they are outgunned. Why not then? Why now, a week later?

"Hey Dar, you okay? You haven't spoken since we left the meeting. Still mad about losing to Gable?" Mandy asks, putting on her bulletproof vest and helmet.

I scoff. "Yeah, right. It's about the mission, Mandz. Something's off about this." I say, tying my hair up into a bun.

"You mean the fact we're going at night, or that we're being put into different teams?"

"No, neither of those, although it's always better with my bestie." She gives me a toothy grin, making me smile. I close my locker, the metal clanging briefly as I input the combination on my lock. "Why weren't we called sooner? Those ships were full of bullets. If this is as bad as they say, why the secrecy up until now? I understand wanting to find out all information before divulging to personnel, but it's still weird."

"It is."

We turn to the voice, seeing Baszler and Ciampa, in combat gear, at the entrance of the room. Baszler stands while Ciampa leans against a locker with his arms crossed. We both salute immediately.

"No need for that. We're all friends here." Ciampa states, his raspy Boston accent echoing off the walls. "We weren't given the memo until this morning, either. Barebones last week, and now they drop this. We were told to come up with an op almost immediately."

"Sir, permission to speak freely."

"Go ahead."

"Why the hell did they wait so long?" Baszler smiles, before walking up to me and Mandy.

"DOD told us it's confidential. Orange Hare is owned by an American company. If they're working with smugglers, it's a bigger threat than most would like to admit."

"Have they contacted the company?" Mandy asks.

"That's a bit above your pay grade, isn't it ensign Rose?" Baszler responds.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir." she exclaims.

"We can't really control what we don't have information for. We can only prepare for the worst, which we always do. Right?" We both nod. "Mandz, you know Captain Rousey's got your back. And you'll be in safe hands with me and Gable, Daria."

"Jupiter's involved too, Commander." Ciampa teases, stroking his beard.

"Yeah, and you look like you're fifty with that shiny dome on your head. Let's move it out." Shayna retorts. I'm trying so hard not to laugh, biting my tongue and fidgeting to avoid rolling all over the floor. I see on Mandy's face she's struggling too. We head to the armory room, taking some deep breaths to avoid giggling. We get our tactical weapons and tools, before going over the plans again. We head into boats, the distinctive blue and orange stripes on the bottom of our less than pristine white watercraft. Team Mercury gets in one, Jupiter in the other, and we head out to the established meeting point. Let's hope there aren't any other surprises waiting for us there.

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