Of scales and wings and things that go Bump (in the night)
Title: Of scales and wings and things that go Bump (in the night)
Chapter 5 / (?)
Fandom: Losers
Genre: AU
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: roughly 1289
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie or Comics The Losers or characters within. I do not make money from writing or posting this fic.
Note: This chapter was written before Chapter 4 was written. However, it didn't feel right to the continuity, so i waited to post it. However, further work may or may not be in blurbed scene format. It is turning... monstrous. lol. So if this seems vaguely akward or the like, that's why, but just take it in stride, k? Thank you.
Chapter 5
He’d known it was a trap. He knew the instant higher ups had told him that he had to keep to the data offered to them to do this mission. He’d known when Clay had gotten that look in his eyes as they’d damned near ordered him to just do the mission, no questions, and if they found he’d been hacking around for intel they’d kick him from the military. Top secret, they said. Could barely spare the data they offered, they’d said. He hadn’t recognized the company they’d been infiltrating, but the intense levels of security belied the data on hand. Jensen was pretty sure they’d been allowed to get in this deep.
Getting out was going to be a different issue completely.
He kept his eyes on the floor as the men around them circled, pistols and semi-automatic weapons pointed at him and Cougar. Clay was several feet away, with his own little posse of guards. Roque and Pooch had been stationed outside, last bit of backup and getaway. Jensen kept his eyes squinted as he stared at the floor. Someone had taken his glasses, and while his eyesight was fine without them, they kept his eyes from freaking out when he hacked for long periods of time- and kept people from noticing the oddities of his eyes. His spine was itching as sweat slowly trickled down his back, and he could hear the ranting of someone outside the room.
A sharp kick in the ribs caused him to flop over, hands secured behind his head with zip-ties. He took the brunt of the pain to his elbow without even a grunt. “Who are you working for?” Jensen grinned.
“Elmer Fudd.” Another kick to the ribs again, and Jensen grunted. The question came again.
“Seriously, I’m working with Elmer. Don’t you know it’s rabbit season?” He heard the low snort of amusement from Clay and mentally congratulated himself. A hand hauled him up, before a blow from the butt of a rifle drove between his shoulder blades. This time he fell the other way, and he could see the half-closed eyes of his teammate. Cougar looked cool and collected, but Jensen practically felt the frustration pouring off him. Ever since they had learned the truth about each other, there was a feedback between them, one that would explode in a challenge or blistering teamwork. “Maybe it’s duck season. I can never remember.”
Their captors clipped his head this time, and he did what he’s expected to, slumping to the ground and pretending to pass out. He let his eyes roll back in his head, but his hearing stayed alert. The questions continued, Cougar quiet, Clay nearly so. With no obvious information forthcoming, hands came back to him, dragging him off the floor and slapping his cheek. He grunted at them but blinked his eyes open slowly. The man in front of him was pale, blue and blond in that classic way most chicks loved. A very bad thought crossed his mind, and while he ignored the incoming questions, notes filled the air. He hummed a few bars until a rough slap to the face made him pause.
“What the hell are you doing?? Answer me!” Jensen licked the trickle of blood off his lip, feeling the rise for retribution filling his blood.
“I thought Elmer might want to hunt something better. You know, I think both duck and rabbit are out of season.” He grinned, and the man standing in front of him glared back. “Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea~” Another painful backhand that rocked his head to the side. “And frolicked in the autumn mists-”
“Shut up!” This time he collapsed, the hard metal of the pistol striking his head actually making him spin. Anger surged up, and his back itched like hell as he glared up at the man. His hand was hurting, and a very low tone was ringing in his ears. “Clay.” A final plea, before the spinning in his head got worse. He had suffered worse before, but ever since he’d become more acquainted with his inner dragon, there was an edge there. Right now, that edge was dangerously close.
“Do it.”
Two words condemned the men in the room. Three soldiers against nearly a dozen guards, but the instant those words were spoken, that was it. Jensen leapt from the floor, hands hooked as he grabbed the gun from the man in front of him, rifle tearing away as short talons split him from gut to throat. The zip ties had snapped with little resistance, and he heard Cougar’s pop as well. The rifle in his hands passed unnoticed into Cougar’s reach. A fist into the face of another man right next to him, and he turned, grabbing that man’s gun and shooting. A single blurred second, and the rest of the guards caught on to the problem too late. Cougar was an excellent shot, and Jensen always passed with perfect scores, but right now, tripped on adrenalin, the humans stood no chance. A bullet ripped Jensen’s shirt open as he took out the last two men. He stood for a moment, overlooking the carnage, proud of the mess. He met Cougar’s eyes, and he could see the edge of gold in them.
“We need to get out of here, now!” Clay’s voice cut through the haze. A quick dig into his shirt produced an untouched radio bud. Jensen slipped it onto his ear as he cleared the hall. “Pooch, meet us on the back side of the building. Making a hasty retreat, very unconventional. Look on high.” There was a chirp in his ear, but Jensen ignored it in favor of grabbing Clay. “We’re jumping. Hold onto me.”
“We’re four stories up, Jensen! Do you want to be scrambled on the blacktop?”
“Just trust me!” Two more guards came around the corner, and Cougar covered his back as Jensen darted for the back walls of the building, moving at that faster than normal speed he usually avoided. “Cougar!”
Clay was suddenly over Jensen’s shoulder as the glass pane of a window blew outward. There was a sickening tumble and rush of air, and then massive shock rocketing through him and Jensen landed on the sidewalk. Cougar was suddenly beside them, crouching low and scanning the area, weapons hot. Pooch was on the far side of the alley, and Jensen let Clay run on his own two feet to the vehicle. Pooch pulled away almost before they could finish getting inside, but took a moment to glance back at the trio.
“Dude, every time I think you guys can’t come up with another way to freak me out, you go and do somethin’ like that.”
“What? Gotta keep you on your toes, Pooch.” Jensen grinned back at him.
“I’m just glad I’m not the one wounded for once.” Jensen frowned and glanced down at himself, a tan hand grabbing his shirt and pointing out the bullet hole. He tore the sleeve off, looking down at the graze that he still wasn’t feeling. “Damnit. That was one of the only button-down shirts I actually liked.”
“Were you actually singing ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ in there?”
“Umm.. yes.”
“Why?””
“It could have been Cougar the magic dragon. But it sounded tacky.”
Clay sighed right as a hard hand cuffed Jensen’s head. The hacker groaned. “Cougar,” he whined.
“You deserved it.”
“I refrained. Makes me a good little draggie.”
“Smarter egglet.”
“Shut up, both of you. Save it for later, when we haven’t almost died.”
“Yes, Clay…”
Silence ruled for about two minutes before Jensen snickered. “Next time I’ll have to try that. Cougar the scaly kitty sounds about right….”
“JENSEN!”
Chapter 5 / (?)
Fandom: Losers
Genre: AU
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: roughly 1289
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie or Comics The Losers or characters within. I do not make money from writing or posting this fic.
Note: This chapter was written before Chapter 4 was written. However, it didn't feel right to the continuity, so i waited to post it. However, further work may or may not be in blurbed scene format. It is turning... monstrous. lol. So if this seems vaguely akward or the like, that's why, but just take it in stride, k? Thank you.
Chapter 5
He’d known it was a trap. He knew the instant higher ups had told him that he had to keep to the data offered to them to do this mission. He’d known when Clay had gotten that look in his eyes as they’d damned near ordered him to just do the mission, no questions, and if they found he’d been hacking around for intel they’d kick him from the military. Top secret, they said. Could barely spare the data they offered, they’d said. He hadn’t recognized the company they’d been infiltrating, but the intense levels of security belied the data on hand. Jensen was pretty sure they’d been allowed to get in this deep.
Getting out was going to be a different issue completely.
He kept his eyes on the floor as the men around them circled, pistols and semi-automatic weapons pointed at him and Cougar. Clay was several feet away, with his own little posse of guards. Roque and Pooch had been stationed outside, last bit of backup and getaway. Jensen kept his eyes squinted as he stared at the floor. Someone had taken his glasses, and while his eyesight was fine without them, they kept his eyes from freaking out when he hacked for long periods of time- and kept people from noticing the oddities of his eyes. His spine was itching as sweat slowly trickled down his back, and he could hear the ranting of someone outside the room.
A sharp kick in the ribs caused him to flop over, hands secured behind his head with zip-ties. He took the brunt of the pain to his elbow without even a grunt. “Who are you working for?” Jensen grinned.
“Elmer Fudd.” Another kick to the ribs again, and Jensen grunted. The question came again.
“Seriously, I’m working with Elmer. Don’t you know it’s rabbit season?” He heard the low snort of amusement from Clay and mentally congratulated himself. A hand hauled him up, before a blow from the butt of a rifle drove between his shoulder blades. This time he fell the other way, and he could see the half-closed eyes of his teammate. Cougar looked cool and collected, but Jensen practically felt the frustration pouring off him. Ever since they had learned the truth about each other, there was a feedback between them, one that would explode in a challenge or blistering teamwork. “Maybe it’s duck season. I can never remember.”
Their captors clipped his head this time, and he did what he’s expected to, slumping to the ground and pretending to pass out. He let his eyes roll back in his head, but his hearing stayed alert. The questions continued, Cougar quiet, Clay nearly so. With no obvious information forthcoming, hands came back to him, dragging him off the floor and slapping his cheek. He grunted at them but blinked his eyes open slowly. The man in front of him was pale, blue and blond in that classic way most chicks loved. A very bad thought crossed his mind, and while he ignored the incoming questions, notes filled the air. He hummed a few bars until a rough slap to the face made him pause.
“What the hell are you doing?? Answer me!” Jensen licked the trickle of blood off his lip, feeling the rise for retribution filling his blood.
“I thought Elmer might want to hunt something better. You know, I think both duck and rabbit are out of season.” He grinned, and the man standing in front of him glared back. “Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea~” Another painful backhand that rocked his head to the side. “And frolicked in the autumn mists-”
“Shut up!” This time he collapsed, the hard metal of the pistol striking his head actually making him spin. Anger surged up, and his back itched like hell as he glared up at the man. His hand was hurting, and a very low tone was ringing in his ears. “Clay.” A final plea, before the spinning in his head got worse. He had suffered worse before, but ever since he’d become more acquainted with his inner dragon, there was an edge there. Right now, that edge was dangerously close.
“Do it.”
Two words condemned the men in the room. Three soldiers against nearly a dozen guards, but the instant those words were spoken, that was it. Jensen leapt from the floor, hands hooked as he grabbed the gun from the man in front of him, rifle tearing away as short talons split him from gut to throat. The zip ties had snapped with little resistance, and he heard Cougar’s pop as well. The rifle in his hands passed unnoticed into Cougar’s reach. A fist into the face of another man right next to him, and he turned, grabbing that man’s gun and shooting. A single blurred second, and the rest of the guards caught on to the problem too late. Cougar was an excellent shot, and Jensen always passed with perfect scores, but right now, tripped on adrenalin, the humans stood no chance. A bullet ripped Jensen’s shirt open as he took out the last two men. He stood for a moment, overlooking the carnage, proud of the mess. He met Cougar’s eyes, and he could see the edge of gold in them.
“We need to get out of here, now!” Clay’s voice cut through the haze. A quick dig into his shirt produced an untouched radio bud. Jensen slipped it onto his ear as he cleared the hall. “Pooch, meet us on the back side of the building. Making a hasty retreat, very unconventional. Look on high.” There was a chirp in his ear, but Jensen ignored it in favor of grabbing Clay. “We’re jumping. Hold onto me.”
“We’re four stories up, Jensen! Do you want to be scrambled on the blacktop?”
“Just trust me!” Two more guards came around the corner, and Cougar covered his back as Jensen darted for the back walls of the building, moving at that faster than normal speed he usually avoided. “Cougar!”
Clay was suddenly over Jensen’s shoulder as the glass pane of a window blew outward. There was a sickening tumble and rush of air, and then massive shock rocketing through him and Jensen landed on the sidewalk. Cougar was suddenly beside them, crouching low and scanning the area, weapons hot. Pooch was on the far side of the alley, and Jensen let Clay run on his own two feet to the vehicle. Pooch pulled away almost before they could finish getting inside, but took a moment to glance back at the trio.
“Dude, every time I think you guys can’t come up with another way to freak me out, you go and do somethin’ like that.”
“What? Gotta keep you on your toes, Pooch.” Jensen grinned back at him.
“I’m just glad I’m not the one wounded for once.” Jensen frowned and glanced down at himself, a tan hand grabbing his shirt and pointing out the bullet hole. He tore the sleeve off, looking down at the graze that he still wasn’t feeling. “Damnit. That was one of the only button-down shirts I actually liked.”
“Were you actually singing ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ in there?”
“Umm.. yes.”
“Why?””
“It could have been Cougar the magic dragon. But it sounded tacky.”
Clay sighed right as a hard hand cuffed Jensen’s head. The hacker groaned. “Cougar,” he whined.
“You deserved it.”
“I refrained. Makes me a good little draggie.”
“Smarter egglet.”
“Shut up, both of you. Save it for later, when we haven’t almost died.”
“Yes, Clay…”
Silence ruled for about two minutes before Jensen snickered. “Next time I’ll have to try that. Cougar the scaly kitty sounds about right….”
“JENSEN!”