"Hey babe, whatcha up to?" Lisa asked cheerfully over the phone.

"Oh, you know, keepin' busy," Caitlin replied with a smile. Rebecca had gotten her a bluetooth earpiece, which allowed her to use both of her hands while talking. It was, in her opinion, the pinnacle of humankind's inventiveness.

"Yeah? I've been thinking about you."

"Oh, have you?" Caitlin dodged the blow from the henchman and delivered a kick to his chest, likely breaking a few ribs before he was sent flying. "And just what have you been thinking about?"

"You know… things," she purred. "The kinda things you do to me and I do to you…"

"Mmhmm," the brunette murmured, jumping up onto a catwalk and racing along its length. She grabbed hold of another man as he entered from a side door and unceremoniously flung him over the side. His brief wail was cut off with a sickening crunch. "Do tell."

"Cat… What are you doing right now?"

"Toldya, keepin' busy." She grunted slightly as she was unexpectedly slammed into by the next man out the door. She brought her knee up into his stomach and her fists down on the back of his neck, breaking it. "Actually running a mission right now."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'll go…"

"No, don't! It's our time to talk!" Caitlin flung herself through the door in a roll, narrowly avoiding a swung baseball bat. She rammed her fist upwards, breaking the arm of the bat-wielder, and then as she rose her elbow slammed into his chin. His teeth crashed together and he toppled backwards. "You know how much I like to hear you talk!"

"But we talk every night! We can skip one, I don't want to distract you…"

"Please, Lisa, there's no way any distracting will cause me problems with these losers," Caitlin scoffed confidently. She heard the metallic sound of a gun being cocked and whirled to spy a man standing across the room, a leer on his face. Before he could fire, there was a loud crash as Rebecca dropped through the skylight and slammed into him. "'Sides, Becca has my back."

Her sister rose from the crumpled and broken remains of the would-be gunner and placed her hands on her hips. "You should not be so presumptive."

"Oh, like you weren't sexting Sam on the last run we did," Caitlin laughed.

"I do not… I do not 'sext'," Rebecca protested loftily.

"Mmmhmm," the brunette grinned as she strode forward to the next door. "So, Lisa, did you get your grade back on your Anthro exam?"

"Yeah, I did! A high B!"

"Sweetie, that's awesome!" Caitlin cheered. She nodded to her sister before kicking the door in. She rolled to the right as Rebecca went left. They crouched in place, but the room was empty.

"You called me 'sweetie'," Lisa sighed happily.

"Um, yeah, I did…"

"Well, it's just that you hardly ever use, y'know, pet names or anything."

"Yeah, I'm trying to do better with that…"

"Honey, you don't have to try with me," Lisa said softly. "I love you just the way you are."

Caitlin stood in the room, looking around at the multiple doors and wondering which one to try first. "Aww, I love you too," she murmured.

Just then every door opened and burly men began to fill the room. The sisters stood back to back as a ring of perhaps twenty men surrounded them, all armed with pistols or various melee weapons such as bats, pipes, or machetes.

"Hey, Lisa?" Caitlin whispered. "I gotta go now. Can I call you back in ten?"

More men began to fill the room, doubling the number of assailants.

"Actually, make that fifteen…"

A/N: This one's for you, CastBound Graceus!