Fury 9- What do I even call his one? What song?
Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Lorde listen to it ohmygod
Norman turned to see a young woman, only a few years older than him, making her way over, waving a gloved hand in the air. She had a smile on her face that was covered in dirt. Norman couldn't speak. His surprise left him immobile. Gordo looked at him and laughed before hopping back off the tank and making his way over to the girl. Grady walked away from the tank as well and Boyd was quick to follow. They were only a few feet from the tank when Grady picked her up off the ground in a bear hug. She laughed as he spun her around.
Even though they were in a war zone, their behavior didn't seem out of place. Norman couldn't help but be comforted by this woman and the ease she radiated. He slowly climbed down the tank and made his way shyly over to the group.
"Missed you, jack." Bible said. "How's your arm?" He asked. Jack made a sour face before shrugging.
"It's fine. Shoulder's soar though." She said. Her hand rested on her shoulder as she rotated it.
"C'mon, man, show us the scar! Or they got it still wrapped up?" Gordo asked and tapped her arm. Jack moved her jacket down her arm and revealed bandages wrapping around her shoulder. Closer to her neck, Norman caught sight of a flesh would that was uncovered.
"What happened there? Near your neck?" He asked quietly. Everyone turned to him and Jack looked at him as if he was any other soldier. She pointed to the bandage.
"Same that happened here. Who the fuck are you?" She asked and fixed her coat and shirt. Norman opened his mouth to speak but Boyd slightly pushed Norman behind him and spoke first.
"He's the assistant driver they gave us. The new guy died so they gave us him, at least until you got back." Boyd stated. Jack narrowed her eyes at him, he was hiding something.
"I'm the fucking assistant. Newbie got his ass blown up. I'm taking my seat back." She said and shoved past them and bumped her good shoulder against Norman's arm. Norman caught Gordo's look.
"That's Ghost. You know what's good for you, stay on her good side." He suggested before heading back to the tank.
"Where the fuck is Don?" She asked from on top of the tank. "I want my stuff back up on my walls."
"Ain't your walls anymore, sweet heart." Grady informed her gruffly. She sent him a glare and then turned to look accusingly at Norman. "Don's over talking to people." Grady said and pointe in the general direction. Jack sighed and climbed back off the tank and approached Norman.
Norman noticed they were off and on the tank a lot, almost like they couldn't make up their minds. He stood still as Jack approached him. He wanted to stay on her good side like Gordo suggested. She wasn't scary and she wasn't exactly intimidating, but Norman was a gentleman. She stuck out her hand.
"I'm Jack. Welcome to Fury." She said sarcastically. Norman took her hand a shook it, giving her a small smile. Jack stared at him with a small frown. He was a few inches taller than her and a few years younger. He was just a kid, so young. "How long you been here?" She asked.
"Eight weeks." He answered. She nodded and looked him up and down.
"Be you haven't been in the war zone yet. You know how to shoot?" She asked. He shook his head and she sighed through her nose. She turned back to the tank where the guys had began working again.
"Hey, someone teach this little shit how to shoot. I'm gonna go find Don." She called. Boyd and Gordo groaned and Grady emerged out of the tank. They shoved the job onto him. He complained but gave in. Norman was about to walk over to him when Jack stopped him. "Hey, what's your name? Never got it." Everyone on the tank froze. Norman offered a small smile.
"I'm Norman." HE stopped when Jack froze and her expression hardened.
"Excuse me?" She asked harshly. "The fuck did you say your name was?" She bit at him and took a step towards him. Norman put his hands up and stepped back. He opened his mouth to say his name when Jack grabbed him by his shirt and tossed him into the mud. Norman heard the guys protesting and was startled when Jack was sitting on top of him, hitting and screaming at him. Norman tried to block her hands but was too shocked to do much else. He caught glimpses of the guys trying to stop her and calm her down. He was too focused on what she was yelling.
"YOU FUCKING LIAR! LIAR! YOU THE FUCK PUT YOU UP TO IT! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL KILL EVERYTHIGN YOU FUCKING LOVE YOU FUCKING DEAD SHIT!" Boyd picked her up around the waist and began dragging her back. Gordo helped Norman up and the kid froze at the feral look of hatred in her eyes as she continued to yell. "YOU'RE A DEAD MAN! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD I GIVE YOU A DAY BEFORE A KRAUT SHOOTS YOU PATHETIC ASS, YOU FUCKING LIAR!" She screeched. Boyd dragged her away and Gordo and Grady were left to explain to Norman why he was the most unlucky person to be assigned to them.
"Hey! Hey! Knock it off!" Boyd yelled as he dragged her away. "Don't make me put you back in the medic tent!" He challeneged. She struggled and tripped over her own feet while he dragged her farther away.
"Fucking try it." She dared. Boyd sighed and lifted her up to stand. He grabbed her shoulders firmly but made sure to avoid the gunshot wound.
"It's his name. Nothing you can do about it. Look, no one is happy about this." He said and go down to her eye level. She glared. "He can't control it, you have no reason to hate the kid. He's in as much of a shitty position as the rest of us." Boyd said tiredly. Jack sighed through her nose again. Boyd didn't expect and apology and he didn't get one.
"You guys look like shit." She said quietly. Boyd let her go and he smiled, laughing slightly at her observation. The tension lessened and her easy nature returned. Don approached the two and eyed them warily. He had seen her freak out and had moved to step in but let it go when he saw Boyd drag her away.
"The hell was all that about?" Don asked, pinning her with a stare. She shifted guiltily. Boyd shook his head and walked away, leaving the two to talk. "His name, hu?" Don asked guessing right. She looked down and put her hands on her hips. "I was coming to look for you, let you know. But McMurphy said you discharged yourself. You need to keep care of your shoulder." He stated firmly. Jack looked at him with a firm but caring stare.
"Don. I won't attack Norman again, if you stop attacking yourself for the gunshots. It wasn't your fault. No one saw them coming." He said quietly and put a hand on his arm. He looked at her and stepped in slightly closer. Jack looked up and felt his breath on her face. Her eyes drifted closed and she inhaled, smelling the cigarette smoke, dirt and tank grease. She hadn't seen her boys in a few weeks and missed each one. But Jack missed Don more, missed his presence, his strength. Don whispered to her.
"Ich liebe dich." He breathed quietly. She snapped open her eyes and glared at him playfully. She took off a glove and smacked his arm.
"Last time you said that I got shot." She joked. He smiled at her and she laughed quietly before looking at Don, studying the face she had missed. He had so many scars on his face and one side was covered in soot. She pulled her sleeve of her jacket and balled it in her fist. She raised her hand and began wiping some of the soot off his face. He smiled at her actions. "You guys look like shit." She said quietly and rested her other hand on his chest. She couldn't hold his gaze.
"What's wrong?" He asked her gently.
"You guys look so tired, worn down." She admitted quietly. "I worried about you guys." She said with a shrug and moved to remove her hand from wiping his face. He grabbed her hand.
"We're fine. Jack, you're the one with a fucking bullet hole and you're worried about us?" He laughed. She made a face and took her hand away. "We're fine. Tired but fine. C'mon. We gotta role out." HE said and let her go.
"You letting me go?" She asked. HE looked at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She cheered and ran past him to the tank. "Mama's back you sons of bitches!" She yelled as she ran and jumped at the tank and climbed up, shoving Grady to the side. He protested loudly but she told him to shove it and slipped into the tank. Boyd was in his seat and smiled at her as she climbed in.
"Welcome back, Jack." He said and messed with some of his stuff. She caught a glimpse of her Saint Christopher necklace. The guys began climbing in and starting up the tank. Jack decided to be stubborn and not help Norman and Gordo start it up.
"You wanted to replace me. I've been replaced." She stated simply and climbed around Norman to start putting her pictures up as they began to roll out. It only took her a few minutes and she soon found herself on the outside of the tank. She was leaning against the tank next to Grady, facing backwards. Her fun hung around her. A content smile graced her lips. She was back with her boys. Sure there was a new kid, but maybe he'll get through this, maybe Jack would be able to keep him alive. There was hope. But Jack figured she ought to stay unattached to him, there was no way a kid like that was gonna last long with them. She would just be setting herself up for failure. And jack couldn't handle much more of that failure.
"Hey, don't fuck yourself War Daddy!" Someone in another tank called. Jack saw a liquid fling out of Don's cup and hit him.
"Coffee's too hot!" He yelled and Jack looked over her shoulder at him like he was crazy. No such thing as too hot in Germany.
"Still owe me 40!" The man called.
"You fucking losing bets now?" Jack asked him. He looked over his shoulder at her and lit a cigarette. "I know you're gonna share." She said turning back around and holding her hand over her shoulder, waiting for a cigarette. Grady laughed and her attitude as Don rolled his eyes and gave her one.
"Damn, girl. What's got you so fired up today?" Grady asked. She smirked.
"Back with my boys. No place like home." She said. Grady snickered and grabbed something from Boyd and put it around his neck.
"Jack, put your com on." Bible said and tossed it to her. She grabbed it and held onto it, staring at it like it was offensive.
"This ain't from the dead guy is it?" She asked. Boyd laughed and assured her it wasn't. They had hung on to all her stuff when she was at the base. You would think she actually died with all the stuff they held onto. She put it back around her neck and relished the familiar feeling. It had been weird not having it on her for so long. As they rolled on Don began talking to her.
"Jack, just because Norman's in your seat doesn't mean you get a free ride. I want you training him show him the ropes." She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Go on, go talk to him!" He urged. She huffed and made her way to the front. She climbed up behind Don and walked between Boyd and Don.
"You got a lighter?" She asked. Don tossed her one and she lit her cigarette before heading over to Norman. She pocketed the lighter and climbed over the tank to the kid. She jumped down and crouched next to Norman. The kid looked like he was gonna shit himself and she could sympathize with him. He had no business being in the war. She knocked on his helmet and he looked to her.
"Hey, kid." She said as she sat down. He just turned his attention to the road. "So, I have to help you out. Gorod will help you too. Right Gordo?" She asked the man.
"Eh. Let the little shit figure it out on his own." He joked. Jack sent a small glare his way, slide under the canon and smacked him on the back of his head. "Don't be too much of a dick." She said before going back to Norman. "they teach you how to use the gun?" She asked. He remained silent but nodded. He voice sounded like she was reading off a checklist. "Ok. So basically you fire at the Nazis. You have to get them before they get you. Make sure your reloading rounds are near. It's gonna take a few times to get used to reloading but you just gotta find your rhythm." She told him and leaned bacl and crossed her legs at her ankles. Her gun was in her lap. Norman just nodded. She looked at him.
"Relax your face. You look like you're gonna piss yourself." She said as she pulled in a drag from the cigarette. sHE tried to pass it to him but he declined. "You're crazy." She said and she sighed. "Norman. I know you're scared. Fear is normal. You gotta use it to keep you alive." She said and rested a hand on her head. HE glanced up at her before speaking.
"I'm sorry, about earlier." He offered hesitantly. sHe waved him off. "What's it like, during a fight?" He asked her. She thought about how to answer.
"It's a nightmare. Your first few are gonna make you feel you just walked into hell. After a while you get used to it." She pat his shoulder and stood up. "Keep your eyes open, do what we say and don't fuck up. You'll get through this." She offered him false hope before sticking her cigarette in her mouth and climbing up the tank. sHE heard him snort unamused at her advice. She sat near Boyd and Don as they came upon a group of German citizens who were walking away. Don picked up the radio and spoke to Norman and Gordo, telling him to cut down anyone who fires, and to cut through civilians if needed. Jack knew Norman would never be able to do hat so she stood on watch as Don called out in German. They rolled by and watched the people. A girl with only a bike walked past them. She stared them down as the tank rolled past. This was when they all started talking again.
"She'll let you fuck her for a chocolate bar." Gordo tolled Norman who smiled. Jack had been sipping from her canteen and spit it out on Boyd and Don by accident. No matter how many times they had that conversation she laughed so hard she could barely breathe. Boyd and Don jolted at the water sprayed on them.
"Aw, C'mon, man." Boyd groaned and Don just looked at her. She smiled and apologized, trying not to laugh. Grady was laughing his ass off until she drank some more and spit it out at him.
"TO make it even." She used as a defense.
"You know, that's not true." Norman stated confidently and looked at Gordo. Norman relaxed a bit, he no longer looked like he was shitting himself. Gordo nodded his head back and forth. He kept asking Norman if it's not true. Norma shook his head.
"It's completely fucking true." Grady said. "Or you just give her some smokes. Don't even have to give her the whole fucking pack, just one or two." He joked. Boyd tried to keep Norman on the holy path and encouraged him to ignore Grady.
"Yeah, Norman, just ignore him. Stay on the good and holy path, see how far that'll get ya." Jack teased. Boyd gave her a mockingly serious look as if he was gonna begin preaching at her.
"Now, young lady.." He began but Don spoke up and leaned over the tank to talk at Norman.
"'Cause you see we can kill 'em but we can't fuck 'em. It says so in the Bible." Don added. Jack and Grady chuckled. She could hear Gordo laughing too.
"Wonder how long it's gonna be before you guys piss him off." Jack said as she elbowed Don.
"Alright just stop, I'm done tryin' to convert you heathens, you mind if I continue invading Germany?" Boyd lectured. Jack laughed. She had missed them. They rode in silence for a little bit before Don looked to Jack with a small smile before turning to Boyd.
"Don, no-" Jack started, fighting back a laugh.
"Boyd, do you think Jesus loves Hitler?" Don asked, glancing back and Jack.
"DO I think Jesus loves Hitler?" Boyd repeated. Jack rolled her eyes as Boyd and the others went on about Hitler and Nazis being saved. She heard it a million times.
"Sing me a hymn?" Grady asked. Boyd agreed. "You an' Jack sing me Rose Tree Springin'?" He asked. Boyd and Jack agreed, laughing and she could hear Norman and Gorodo laughing down on the front. She leaned against the bump in the tank in front of Don. Boyd and Jack began singing but were interrupted when Grady began messing with Boyd's mustache. Jack snorted as Boyd flapped his jacket pockets at Grady.
"Damn, these two.." Jack said quietly and Don hummed in agreement. Don broke it up when Boyd threatened to shoot Grady. That was usually Jack's threat. Silence enveloped the group and Jack took the time of silence to take a sip of water. She had a headache and figured it was dehydration.
"Boyd, do you think Hitler would fuck one of us for a chocolate bar?" Don asked out of nowhere and Jack doubled over, choking on her water as a laugh erupted out of her chest. She laughed and coughed, trying to regain air. "Hey, you drownin'?" Collier asked as he pat her pack. She stood up laughing.
"Would he fuck one of us for a chocolate bar?" Jack mocked.
"I hope so." Boyd answered and Jack snorted. She could hear Norman laughing to himself.
"Hey Jack, you fuck one of us for a chocolate bar?" Grady asked teasingly. She snorted before responding.
"Grady, I wouldn't fuck any of you for a hundred bars." She answered.
"Aw, come on, not even me?" Don teased and nudged her. She scoffed and gently shoved at his face.
"You're the worst, War Daddy. All this smokin' and drinkin' and all this dirt on your face." She listed teasingly and tried to wipe the soot off his face again. "Damn, this grime must be a foot deep on you boys." She stated.
"Hate to break it to you, but you ain't much better." Grady told her. She glared at him and made a sour face. Their conversation was interrupted by planes flying overhead. Jack looked up and watched them fly past. As she watched them fly, she noticed they were coming up on some woods. They all settled into silence, anticipating the worst and hoping for the best. If needed, Jack would slip through the hatch where Collier was standing. She hoped it wouldn't come to that. She gripped her gun tight as Don called to Norman over the radio. HE told him to shoot anything that moves. Norman copied and Jack figured she should get in the tank just in case. She settled in the spot between Norman's seat and Gordo's seat, waiting for something to happen.
Jack heared and explosion in front of their tank and jotled. People were screaming about and ambush and made her way back to the top. She made sure her helmet was on and popped through, gun ready. She began firing at anything she saw moving. Her attention was taken by the smell of burning flesh and the screams of a man burning alive. She saw the man on fire climb out of his tank. Jack tried to block him out as she continued to fire. Before long the man shot himself in the head and there was no more agonized screaming. Jack had to climb off the tank and step away. She put her hands on her knees and breathed. Her stomach had begun to feel uneasy. It had been almost a year since she was taken but the memories still made her uneasy.
Collier got off the tank. Boyd came over to make sure she was ok. She assured him he was, just needed a second to breathe. He hung around her, gun ready, just in case. Collier walked into the smoke to make sure everything was clear and Jack grabbed her gun. Her and boyd did a quick scan before returning.
"Norman!" Don yelled, anger seeping through his voice. Jack sighed through her nose. Norman fucked up. She told him not to fuck up. "You cock sucker! Why didn't you take the shot?" Norman tried to defend that he was just a kid. Don made sure to let him know that it doesn't matter if he's a kid or not. Jack stayed out of the way and Boyd climbed back in the tank. Jack climbed up and stood next to Norman's head.
"Hey." She said firmly. "How old are you?" She asked. He told her twenty. "Yeah, back home you're still a kid. You ain't home, Norman." She crouched down. "These kid's and kid's anymore. They stopped the moment they picked up a gun. They don't care who you are, they don't care if you're a kid or not. They see you, they're going to shoot. Make sure you shoot first." He nodded. "Don't fuck it up." She told him before climbing up to the top where Don was putting in a radio call to the others. The held on as the tank lurched back into moving. Don was panting slightly. She nudged him with her elbow.
"You good old man?" He asked in a serious tone. He knew she was joking and offered her a slight smile. He was ok. "I'm going to stand in back with Grady. I'll keep an eye on the woods." She said. Don nodded, feeling better that there was someone who would take the shot watching the woods. They rolled in silence as they entered a new base. She could hear bombs and gunfire.
Don spoke to someone who was waiting for them and told them where to go. Collier had to go talk to the man in charge and the rest of them made sure the tank was working right. Jack pulled out some crackers and ate few. Jack climed over the tank and went to Norman's spot.
"Get out, stretch your legs." She told him. He silently did what he was told and stood on the outside of the tank. She sat on it and tossed a pack of crackers to him. "Eat. Don't need you passing out in my seat." She said. Jack had finished hers and pulled out a cigarette. He nodded and began chewing slowly. She let him have a few minutes to eat before she began talking.
"Norman, you have to shoot." She told him. He paused and looked at her.
"I don't know if I can." He said quietly.
"Is your finger broken?" She asked. He shook his head. "Is the gun working alright?" She asked and he nodded. "Then you can shoot, you just won't. That's gonna get you killed, that's gonna get these guys killed. That's gonna get me killed. I've survived this far, I don't feel like dying because someone who is supposed to have my back won't pull the damn trigger. These boys feel the same way. You understand?" He nodded. She jumped down and put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook it. "We'll get you through this, you just gotta do as we say." She stated before walking away.
Jack walked over to the tank called Murder Inc. On top of the tank was a familiar face. She called out to him. He turned, smiled and jumped down.
"Hey Daniel." sHe said as he picked her up in a hug.
"Didn't know you were back in the tank!" He told her she hit his harm
"You mean to tell me you rode all that way, right behind us and you never heard me screaming at Grady?" She teased. "It's good to see you again." She said. Daniel laughed and adjusted his glasses. He had been the driver in her first tank. They were pretty close. THe only other person who survived was their loader and he had his legs blown off. They sent him home.
"You hear from George?" George was the loader and Daniel shook his head.
"He died from an infection in his legs. Just you and me now." Daniel explained. Jack frowned.
"You better make it through this war, Dan. Or so help me I'll bring you back and kill you again myself." She said, faking seriousness. Daniel just laughed and plopped a hand on her helmet. They heard the call to mount up and move out. Jack gave him one last hug, wished him luck and ran over to her tank and climbed up. Norman was looking uncomfortable. She nudged his shoulder with her foot and nodded at him. He nodded back, looking slightly less worried. She got in back and stood next to Grady. She listned as Don gave them a run down of what they were doing and soon enough they were out. It was odd having a ton of other guys on her tank but she didn't mind so much. They had done it before several times, but she preferred it just being her and her boys.
Don told them to halt and explained what everyone would be doing. The guys on their tank would get off and line up behind the tanks. Don looked through his binoculars and ordered everyone off. Jack heard Gordo and Norman close their hatches and her heart sped up in anticipation. Boyd and Grady were ordered inside to get the canon and Boyd's gun ready. Jack would be staying up top on the gun. They rarely let her use it so she was a little excited to have a chance with it again. She quickly reacquainted herself with it.
The line of tanks rolled into the open field. They rolled through the field and Jack was motioning to the guys on the ground to get behind them with Don. One of the tanks almost rolled over their own troops.
"Damnit, Daniel, the fuck are you doing?" She said to herself. The field erupted in a shower of bullets. Boyd fired the canon at the machine gun. He missed. Jack heard Gordo yelling to Norman, telling him what to do. HE wasn't mad, just intense. Jack held steady and kept her eyes open. Boyd fired again and Collier called out a cease fire. Boyd laughed like a lunatic and Jack chuckled at his weird laugh.
Jack and Don ducked when a shot from a tank passed between them and their neighbor.
"Fuck, engine tank .." Don yelled to Boyd, telling him where the tank was. Jack ready herself on her gun, looking for it. Another shot whizzed by and ricochet off one of the tanks.
"Just a ricochet. We're ok." One of the guys calle dover the radio calmly.
"Bullshit." Jack muttered.
"Bullshit, that's a ground high velocity gun, I can hear it whistlin'!" Collier argued quickly. They recived a location of a tank and Collier gave Boyd the information and the order to fire.
"On the way!" Boyd called and fired. Jack steadied herself and began firing at the tree line. sHe kept shooting until Don told them it was destroyed. She smiled at the explosion near the tree line. She ducked when another tank fired at them.
"Another gun, who's got eyes on it?" Collier called over the radio. No one could spot it directly. Jack and her neighbor gunner fired in the general direction, hoping to make a hit. They spotted it and the tanks began firing. Before long they took it out and Collier told them to start firing at the tree line.
Jack fired and Collier grabbed his gun and joined in. As they rolled forward, all tanks shot at the tree line. They would be the winners here.
"Gordo," She said over her con. "Same deal as always? Pack of smokes to the winner?" She asked. It took him a few minutes to respond. HE was probably reconsidering. HE usually lost.
"Deal." Gordo responded. Jack laughed wickedly.