Chapter 20:
The moment Isabella finally stepped foot back into the bunker's main room, she was instantly confronted by a fretful Breaker. He stepped into her path as she crossed the room, his hands on his hips,
"Where have you been, Bella? I've been searching everywhere for you." He exclaimed before he wagged a scolding finger in Isabella's face, "You can't just go gallivanting around the pit!"
Isabella glanced around the room before turning her attention back onto the Moroccan in front of her; an amused smile pulled at her lips,
"Why not?" she returned. Breaker through his hands up in the air,
"Why do you think, woman. Last thing we need right now is you getting lost." He answered.
"Hey!" Isabella replied in protest as she displayed a look of pretend hurt on her face, "I'll have you know, I have great sense of direction." She stated defensively as her arms came up and crossed themselves over her chest while she popped a hip out.
"….Ok well…still! Let us know where you're wandering off to that way I won't have to send Snake Eyes out after you." Breaker informed.
Isabella raised a single eyebrow up at the information, "Now why would you do that?" she returned.
"Because you weren't here!" he answered.
A quick laugh escaped Isabella's lips before she reached a hand out and clapped Breaker on his shoulder before sliding right on by him, "Good observation." She stated with a soft shake of her head.
"Don't you walk away from me, young lady. We're not done yet." Breaker called to her from behind as he tailed after her retreating form.
Isabella rolled her eyes and shook her head once more as she made her way over to the table where the rest of the Joe team still sat playing cards. "Tell me…" she began, " …Has he always been the overly protective type?" she asked the table of Joes.
"I am not overly protective, you hear me Isabella Wright?" Breaker replied defensively. Turning her head back over her shoulder, Isabella put on her sweetest face before innocently clasping her hands together in front of her.
"Oh yes, mother!" she answered in a mocking singsong voice. The Joes sitting around the table all burst into laughter.
"Mother, huh?" he repeated in a low grumble before he swiftly walked over to the couch where he picked up a magazine sitting on one of the cushions before he rolled it up. With the rolled up magazine clutched firmly in one hand, Breaker walked up to Isabella from behind. Hearing footsteps stop behind her, Isabella began turning her head over shoulder when the rolled up magazine came down and whapped her on the head.
THUNK! The young woman cringed at the unexpected attack, though it didn't hurt. "Hey!" she exclaimed in protest while laughing; her hands then came up and covered the place that had just been hit while the Joes sitting at the table all watched with amused expressions on their faces.
"Oh no you don't!" Breaker replied before he brought his handmade weapon of punishment across Isabella's lower back. A soft yelp escaped from Isabella as she arched her back in response. "If I'm the mother, then that makes you the child in need of some discipline!" Breaker stated as he used his magazine to lightly spank Isabella on her rear. She jumped away after that, turning swiftly about to face the Moroccan.
"Abusive!" she accused playfully with a smile just blossoming across her face.
"Oh!" Ripcord suddenly exclaimed before he put down his cards and jumped up from his seat, "Hey, if this is a free for all, I wanna take a few whacks at Isabella next!" he declared with a mischievous grin.
Isabella turned on him the moment those words left his mouth. Pointing a warning finger at him she shook her head, "No!"
Rolling his brown eyes, he looked over at his Moroccan friend, "Breaker?" he inquired. The computer whiz grinned in response before he shrugged a lazy shoulder, "Why not?" he replied, "….but you need to get your own magazine." He added.
"Woo!" Ripcord exclaimed happily before he took off running to the other side of the room. Within a minuet he came back with his own rolled up magazine, beating it into the palm of his hand like it was some kind of club. As he came to stand beside Breaker, the two men shared a quick roguish grin before they started advancing on the young woman before them.
Isabella back up into the table behind her; both her hands were up in front of her as a sign of caution, "Hey now…" she began as her eyes went back and forth from Ripcord to Breaker, "….you should really think long an hard about this." She warned.
Breaker cocked his head to the side, "Alright." He agreed before a look of consideration appeared on his face. "Done." He declared, "…let's get her, Ripcord."
Before the two men could strike however, Isabella took off running, easily swerving right past them before dashing right out of the Bunker's door. Rip and Breaker jumped right on her trail just seconds after the young woman dashed off. And as the table of Joes watched the trio disappear from sight, Heavy Duty found himself shaking his head at the display,
"Ironic isn't it? He asked his comrades, "…they finally get her back in the bunker only to end up chasing her out." He stated. Duke and Scarlet both nodded their heads in silent agreement before the remaining three Joes continued on with their card game like nothing was out of the ordinary.
