Lou was sitting in the mess hall, ignoring all the kids. She didn't do well with children. Regardless of whether they were usually adults or whatever. They were noisy, fussy and usually needed a permanent nap ( Read more... )

Martini threw himself at the door once again, nails scratching along the metal as he scraped his fingers over them. No one would hear him. It was the middle of the night. Stryker had decided to punish him for destroying the camp in Africa, putting him in one beyond all other for him. Solitary confinement. His fingernails had been mostly ripped off ( Read more... )

Report to the Garage at 0500 hours. A vehicle will transport you to the nearby helicopter pad, where you will be flown to the outskirts of Moscow, to a drop-off point a safe distance away from the military installation. Infiltrate the nerve centre and obtain the file 'медведь мутанта' from the database there, causing as little disruption as ( Read more... )

Esme wasn't as stressed out as she looked. Honestly. she was perfectly one hundred percent cool. Ignore the irritably fluttering wings or the slight scowl on the girls face. Or the annoyed way at which she worked on restringing her guitar. Weapons maintenance. That's what this was. She was keeping her 'weapon' ready just in case. Tightening screws ( Read more... )

Bradley was in the rec room. He was back to his eternal struggle with improving the television, although at this point it might have made more sense just to build a new one. But this was now a matter of pride. He would best the foul beast, if it took him another month to do so. It had won several battles, but he was determined to win the war. ( Read more... )

The arrival of the ping-pong table had been in John's humble opinion one of the most exciting things to happen in a while in camp. Not that he'd go around telling everyone this fact, he instead had played it cool. John had avoided the rec room in hope that the interest and level of activity around the ping-pong table would die down enough so that ( Read more... )

The rec room in the compound was a little boring. There was a television in need of tuning and about fifteen years worth of cable upgrades, a stack of books half in Cyrillic, and a few games including a stack of cards that was short the queens and Monopoly with the thimble turned into a rather rude shape ( Read more... )

Stryker sighed as he set aside another small pile of files; for him, the most painful thing resulting from Evan's death had been the large amount of paperwork. He'd been aware of several issues around the compound regarding the man's demise, but he didn't regard this as something he had to solve himself. If any of the squad had issues, they could ( Read more... )

Amanda had rather hoped that she'd been able to travel her own way, not that airplanes weren't fun. They were just rather inconvenient. The devices would only leave at certain times, only land at certain times. Amanda had only been on one other flight in her entire life, the one that had taken her from Germany to the United States, and while she'd ( Read more... )

Martini was having one of those days.  There had been an influx of new people lately, and his eyes were in some serious hurt. Too many people, too much auditory ‘noise.’ It was giving him a headache, all the sad pasts, dismal futures, and a gloomy present. It was like having Eeyore, Saving Private Ryan, and Law and Order: SVU shoved into his mind ( Read more... )