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Authors' Notes: Time for some action... er... well not that kind of action, the ass kicking kind.
He had her going, her body thrumming. She felt like a cat in heat, but suddenly he was gone her hand was left hanging in the air. She whirled around and glared at him, "You ass." She shot at him, she could see the mirth in his eyes, "You cock blocking son of a-" Suddenly she caught sight of Murdock waving his hands frantically at them and she stalked up to him, "It's Murdock, we need to go." She stalked passed him, her steps a little more wobbly than normal in her heels.
"Damn it..." Face sighed, hurrying after her, sweeping an arm around her waist to keep her steady, "You may want to switch shoes - if we have time."
"Let's go, guys," Murdock said, setting a playlist, "Hannibal and B.A. gave me the signal."
She glared at him, "I'll be fine." She shoved his arm off and stalked forward, her steps becoming more sure and precise despite the fact her body was still trembling thanks to his dirty work. Once they were away from any extra eyes she pulled out her gun from the garter holster around her leg and held it at the ready as they moved.
"This is like that movie." Face was shaking his head as he pulled out his own gun, following them down the main deck. It was basically abandoned, and when they caught up with Hannibal and B.A., the boats were very close.
She caught BA raising a brow at her attire, but her look told him to mind his own business and that was that as she eyed the boats, "Okay so… where's a rocket launcher when you need it?" She commented lightly, rolling her shoulders a little and taking a deep breath trying to cool her jets. She looked to Hannibal, "What's the plan? Do we let them board and then take them down?"
"We take them out as they come aboard. As quietly as possible. B.A. and I will stay here and work on piling them. Face and Murdock will take them down to the kitchens. Sosa," He glanced at her heels, "if you want to stay up here, you may need to take those off."
She glanced at Face and then to Hannibal and sighed kicking her shoes off, "I've kicked ass plenty of times in heels, for the record." As she spoke she looked at Face, indicating she had quote kicked his ass a few times in them. She wished she had managed to pack a knife on her, but she hadn't thought about that. Too late now she thought to herself.
"I just don't want to run the risk, that's all." Hannibal said calmly, "I trust you to kick ass no matter what, but we don't know what tricks they have in store."
She laughed, "Now I remember why I like you, Smith." She grinned at him and then headed off towards the bow of the boat as the ships coming in split up some heading straight, one going for the back and the other for the front. She needed to work out her frustrations right now anyways and what better way than beating up some bad guys. Once she was at the bow, she crouched down into the shadows and waited, "Good thing I wore black." She commented to herself.
When the first group came over the railing, Hannibal and B.A. were ready. With four unconscious on the deck, and Murdock and Face hauling them away quickly, they kept coming. "All clear!" Hannibal hissed down to the next group, grinning. They didn't spot the ones coming for the bow, but luckily enough, Sosa did.
She waited, her body coiled and ready to spring like a cat stalking its prey. She watched the ropes latch onto the railing and waited until the first one came up onto the deck. He was alone, a look out she figured. She waited until his back was turned and moved forward swiftly, mentally thanking Hannibal for the suggestion to remove her shoes as it made her quiet.
She rammed the butt of her gun into the back of the man's head and tossed him aside as he fell. Spying small blade on his body, she took it and finished the job, slitting his throat. She moved back into the shadows again to wait as three more began to board and paused seeing their very dead friend.
She listened to them yell back and forth trying to figure out what had happened. Luckily there was enough noise at the back of the boat to hide the sound of her gun as she fired and took another one out, he fell back over the railing and into the sea below, "Two down, two to go." The men were looking for her now as she tucked her gun away and waited for them to get closer to where she was hiding.
Murdock and Face really didn't have to carry that many of them, just the ones who seemed to be the leaders. The rest, Hannibal and B.A. dumped back into the cold, unforgiving North Atlantic ocean, semiconscious or dead. By the time Murdock and Face had come back from their fifth trip, the boats bumped empty against the side of the cruise ship.
"Are they..." Murdock peered over the railing, "Are they all finished?"
When one of them happened to turn around, she sprang and ran the blade of the knife across his throat, dropping him to the floor as his buddy spotted her and moved into attack. They fought for a moment back and forth, she slashed him across the cheek and he happened to get her down the arm.
After a moment or two she got a grip on him and kicked him down onto his knees then twisted his head in one fast movement, the air filling with the snap of bones. She tucked the knife into the garter next to her gun and made her way back to the others, "Clean up, aisle six." She said with a smirk motioning to the back of the ship then began to inspect the cut on her arm.
Face stared at her, amused and turned on at the same time, "Wow. That was impressive." He walked over to her, looking at her arm as well.
Murdock hurried past her to deal with the bodies and Hannibal lit up a fresh cigar.
"I have my moments." She smirked at him, she felt a little less… tense, "Not deep enough for stitches." She commented and grabbed a towel that someone had forgotten about and pressed it into the cut, it was long, running from just below the top of her arm to her elbow.
"Good." Face nodded, helping her wrap the towel to staunch the bleeding, "I don't know if there's an on-board doctor we can trust."
"Damn, fool." B.A. shook his head, "You're all crazy here. Hannibal, I'm going back downstairs. At least those pirates ain't total nutcases."
"That's debatable!" Murdock exclaimed.
Charissa couldn't help but snicker at BA's comments, "You know you love us, Bosco!" She called after him, laughing and then reached down picking up her shoes, "I better go take care of this." She motioned to her arm and headed towards the doorway that would lead her to the elevators so she could get to her room.
Face nodded and headed out with her," That doesn't look too bad. I wonder if there's a first aid kid in here somewhere." Face was poking around the storage lockers near Charissa's room.
Hannibal remained on patrol just in case any other ships showed up. B.A. went to go sit with the unconscious prisoners. And Murdock went back to the dance party and got his groove on.
"There's one in the room actually." She stated as she unlocked the door and walked inside tossing her shoes over into a corner and heading for the bathroom. A second later she was back with the kit in hand and removed the towel, settling so he could doctor her up.
Face took a cool, damp towel and wiped away the last of the blood, putting on some ointment before cutting some gauze and laying it on. Finally, he taped the edges of the gauze down gently before wrapping the edges with short bandages. It looked a little dramatic, "If you wear a long-sleeved shirt tomorrow, it'll cover it up nicely."
She nodded slowly and inspected his handiwork then raised her good arm and sent her hand across his face, then stood putting the small sofa between them, "That. Was for earlier, asshole." She glared at him and then turned and walked off, reaching back to unzip her dress as she moved.
"Ow!"He yelped, more out of surprise than pain. It did sting, and it hurt more in a few minutes, after the shock had worn off, "Jesus, Charissa...that's so mean." He pouted, though he watched her every move when she went to strip down.
She dropped the dress to the floor and kicked it aside as she hunted for something comfortable to slip into, "You asked for it and me mean…" She whirled around in her bra and underwear and placed her hands at her hips, "What about you? Remember there are three fingers pointing back at you." She turned back around and slipped a rather large shirt on and removed the garter holster from around her upper thigh and sat it on top of the dresser.
"I don't point at you with my hand." Face teased, still rubbing his cheek, "Especially when you're dressed like that."
B.A. watched as some of the goons began to regain consiousness and call out for help, "Shut up, fool. Nobody can hear you."
She knocked back a couple of aspirin and then sat on the edge of the bed looking at him, "You are such an ass." She shook her head slowly, "And per usual I get to clean up the mess you made. I have to figure out how to deal with Devon tomorrow." She groaned and laid back on the bed letting her legs remain over the edge.
Face crawled between her legs and began to nip his way up the inside of her left knee and thigh, "Oh, I don't know...we could take care of it now. D'you think he wants to watch us?"
In a second she had him trapped between her legs as she hooked her ankles together and raised up looking at him, "That's not nice." She held him tight, despite the fact she knew at any second he could turn the tables on her faster than she could blink, "He wasn't enjoying it." She stated.
Face chuckled. "Or...you could let him fuck you while I watched...and then I could take over and you'd really start screaming..."
She let go of him and gave him a shove with her feet in the chest, "Out." She sat up and pointed to the door, "Now. Before I get really pissed off." They had had moments like this before; he had no problem crossing any kind of lines. He didn't care, and when he got like this he was unpredictable. She glared at him, her eyes dark with just as much anger as there was venom in her words.
"Fine. I'm leaving." He stood up, straightening his collar and shirt-sleeves, making an obvious effort to remain calm. He put a hand on the door, turning around to grin at her one last time, "Have a nice night, Alice." and then he was gone.
She stood and stalked to the door and slammed it shut, but not before calling after him about what he could go do with himself. She made sure it was locked tight before she moved back over to her bed and proceeded to tear it apart in her frustration.
After a moment she stood there breathing hard and covered in feathers from ripping a few pillows apart. She looked around the room and then smiled. She threw the shirt she had on off and secured a robe around her and headed out.
She arrived at the door to Devon's suite a few moments later and knocked; when he answered she opened the robe and arched a brow at him. Without a word he pulled her inside and slammed the door shut, locking it.
Uh-oh. What do you all think is going to happen with the whole love triangle thing going on?