Chapter Six:
"Hey, has anyone seen Misha?" Chris piped up, noticing the pilot was not with them.
"Shit, we lost another one?" Eva scoffed.
"It's Misha, I don't care about him. We need Fiona more." Jen retorted, turning onto the highway towards Maracaibo. "He probably passed out somewhere."
"Fair enough."
The rest of the drive was a silent one. They were tired; all had headaches and felt like shit. Really, the day could have been used to sleep, but now that they came home empty handed, they all felt the mutual feeling that things could have been left well enough alone. However, their day was not done quite just yet. Jen pulled to a stop as they were approached by a Universal Petroleum truck just ahead of the PMC. It was blocking the road.
"Mind moving your American arses?" Jen called out as she rolled down the window.
"Oh Merc…sorry." One of the snipers replied. He waved to the truck to back up to let them through. Jen spotted the sniper rifle.
"Oh you, have you happened to have seen a red headed woman leaving here at all during the night? We uh, had a party last night and we've seemed to have lost her."
"Well uh…" The UP grunt stood next to the truck. "No, once you guys came back last night, none of y'all left again. Red head was with you."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Bloody. Hell." Jen cursed, nodding at the soldier. "Thank you." She replied as she turned into the driveway. All this time, and Fiona never even left? Jen was pissed.
"Okay, where the fuck would she-…" Jen stopped dead in her tracks as the four of them ambled into the villa. There Fiona was, slowly stretching as she stood up, mostly dressed, aside from her lack of shoes and socks in the front fountain. She yawned, smacking her lips, a dry taste on her tongue.
"Where the hell have you been?" She asked, looking at her four dishevelled coworkers. They all dropped their mouths in shock.
"We were…" Ewan started.
"Looking for you…"
"What the bloody fuck happened last night?" Jen asked sharply, standing next to her, leaning against the stair case. "Half of us had like little to no clothes on and…"
"That's because you guys were playing strip poker."
"What?" Chris asked.
"Mhm. Sober, you guys never agree to play because you know that I'm pro at it. So last night I asked you guys, and you fell for it. I won like a thousand bucks, and kept the clothes aside from my shoes and socks, which as of now, I have no idea where they are." The Aussie explained with a smug smirk.
"Uhuh." Eva replied. "Try the couches upstairs." She suggested, as she started back towards her garage. Ewan also began to disperse, shaking his head. All that shit for nothing? He looked down as he went up the stairs and shook his head. How could they have missed her? She was right there. Seriously. Jennifer shook her head, chuckling.
"So how much did you screw us out of?"
"Thousand bucks give or take."
"Cock…" The Brit cursed, scowling, knowing she sucked royally at poker; that thousand dollars was probably mostly hers.
"Well, I bet you had a fun time waking up…"
"Oh don't even get me-…"
"Hey," Misha suddenly appeared, a bottle of booze in his hand, still wearing the bikini top. "What'd I miss?"
THE END
A/N: Well, there it is. Hope you enjoyed it. And got a kick out of it as much as I did. :)