Tomas: Okay, so my twin sister and I had been with the Organization for?eight years by that point? Seven or eight. Since we were eighteen. I finished school. Most of my training up to that point had been security in all points of the Organization. I learned how to massage. I learned how to tend bar. I went through Housekeeping, the restaurants. I was in the general security pool.
Then we got the invitation to step up our game. Covert ops. Urban warfare. Training with mercenaries in Icecrest. I knew who Daniel Malloy was, of course. We all did. But beyond basic training, we?d never really had that much contact with him. So we jumped at the chance to work under him.
November 22, 2009
Tomas smiled at his sister. It was a lazy, happy smile, a smile meant for sunshine and pretty girls. It didn't suit the bulletproof vest he was sliding into, or the wire on his ear, or the shadowed warehouse they were currently hanging out in. It didn't suit the weather, either. Icecrest was as good as its name, with a wind laden with razor-sharp shards of ice howling outside. "It's just a training exercise, baby girl," he assured her. "Nothing to be worried about. Happy birthday."
They'd turned twenty-six together, five hours before.
Jackie rolled her eyes at Tomas while she adjusted the buckle around her ribcage on her vest. "I'm only twenty minutes younger, old man. Happy birthday yourself." Click-click went the plastic. "I'm not worried, anyway. It's only our entire future on the line. I don't want to be one of the rank-and-file forever, taking orders without knowing what's going on." She looked around the warehouse at the anonymous wooden boxes stretching into the shadows. At least they were inside, out of that cutting, freezing wind. Her gun didn't gleam at all as she checked the magazine and then locked it into place.
He checked his wrist. "Five minutes. Did you find any parkas or anything? We're not supposed to have to go outside, but..." He rocked Watch Hand back and forth. "You never know how it's going to turn out in the end."
"Right behind you. They're not the best, but they should keep us from freezing to death if things go wrong." She'd checked every weapon she had, all the lines of sight she could make out in this cavern of a building, and all her contingency plans three times over. So she started checking her weapons again. "There's some basic med supplies in the parka pockets. Just in case. Stims, bandages, and a dose of Venom each."
"I don't know. Malloy seems to like the cut of your jib." Tomas twisted long and lithe, found the bigger parka and shrugged into it, and then checked the pockets. She rolled her eyes again, but she knew why he did it. The training was ground in too deep not to double-check her work.
Tomas: Of course, it took a long time for her to realize how much he liked her jib?
"As much as he likes anyone. I don't think he actually has emotions, just processes. You get along with people better, and I think that's what they're looking for right now." She leaned past him while he was checking the pockets of his parka to grab hers and haul it on. "How much longer?"
"Three minutes, thirty seconds. You have any guesses on how many other trainees are in here?" He hooked the toe of a boot into the edge of a crate and pushed himself up, peering over its edge at the maze of boxes around them.
"More than four, less than seven. Jezebel washed out yesterday. Malloy kicked her over to the Butchery for supervision there, said that was where she really belonged. I think maybe the Boss is going to tag her for espionage and blackmail, though." While Tomas went up, she went down, flat on her belly and worming along the floor to the corner to look out.
Tomas: We didn?t know then that Jasmine Yaradua?aka Jezebel?didn?t wash out, that she was picked specifically for Espionage training. Rumor was all we had. It wasn?t like the Chief was going to tell us anything. Anyway, it was supposed to be just a normal training exercise. Rubber bullets, suits like the ones that they use in fencing to tell Malloy who?d been hit.
"You know if it just comes down to the two of us, I'm kicking your ass."
"You wish. I'll ream you so hard you'll be seeing stars. You and me against the world until then, though." The way it had been for the last twenty-six years, pretty much. No signs from floor level. She crouched and tilted her head way, way up to look at the rafters thoughtfully.
"You'd be a sitting duck, unless you feel like drawing fire for me, Miss Martyr. Any rope?" She could hear him rummaging again through the boxes they'd managed to get open without the aid of a crowbar. "Three minutes." Time kept crawling past. Tick-tock, tick-tock?
"Couldn't find any. I think there might be some in that last box we couldn't get open, though." Judas wept, she was wound up tight. She started checking all of her weapons again just to kill the time. Hard rubber bullets in the guns; elimination didn't mean permanent this time.
"I'd use my teeth if I thought it would help. I'm hungry. They're gonna come at us over the boxes, I think. The gap is too obvious. Two minutes, thirty seconds. Which direction?" His voice was soft, monotonous.
"If we don't watch the gap too though, someone's sure to come in through it. I've got north and west," which covered the gap, one wall of boxes, and part of the other. "Steaks after?"
"The cows here taste funny," he whined quietly. Paused. "Two minutes. If Hamlet's here he's going to hole up. Has he asked you for a date again this week?"
Tomas: The recruits in training had code names we were supposed to use with each other. Some dickwad with a sense of humor gave us a lot of Shakespeare and mythology.
"Day before yesterday. I told him that I'd go if he was last man standing today. He started making plans for some place downtown I've never heard of before. Arrogant bastard. What about Desdemona? Swing and a miss?" She shifted, shook out her left hand, and then cradled her gun again. "Cows might taste funny but the cocoa is amazing. Let's hit the diner and get breakfast later."
"I changed my mind. Her eyes are crooked. And she squints." He grinned, a flash of light in the darkness. "I'm aiming higher. That woman the Boss brings in sometimes. What's her name? Morana?"
Tomas: Jackie didn?t know that I already had a relationship with Morana, then. She still doesn?t know about it. And she probably never will. But that?s another story for another time.
Jackie laughed quietly at that, glancing over at her twin. "Now who's an arrogant bastard? She's out of your league, old man. Desdemona might squint, but she's made it this far through the training."
"Psh. I'm a hottie. I just have to do that little thing with my hips. She'll be blown away. One minute, thirty seconds. Breakfast sounds better. I vote we leave the building, go to the diner, come back in an hour and mop up what's left."
"That means going outside, though," it was Jackie's turn to whine. "I hate getting cold and ice down the back of my neck. Let's just take out everybody quick, I'll beat you into the ground, then we can go eat. I want a waffle. With strawberries."
"You and your damned strawberries. Okay," he sighed. "Have it your way. Let's do this little thing." She could hear him moving into ready position behind her, but she didn?t turn from watching her half to check. She trusted Tomas, absolutely.
Tomas: She?s still nuts about strawberries. I don?t get it.
Since Jackie had never left her crouch, all she had to do was shift her weight some to make sure she hadn't stiffened up. Forty-five seconds. She was laying odds that Hercules would be first in, but it could be Loki. Her heart was going faster as time crept near, she could hear it thrum-thrum with each move.
Time ran out, and an air horn blew somewhere in the building. Almost immediately the rattle of an automatic rifle spraying bullets reverberated off the walls, a hollow tat-tat-tat noise. "Hercules," Tomas whispered. "Stupid shit. He thinks we're dumb enough to go to the noise. He'll be here in a minute or less, when he gets it through his thick head that it won't work."
"Unless Loki keys on the noise and takes him out first. You're right, Hamlet's going to hole up and try to make a move when he thinks it's end-game." Her voice was barely a breath, barely audible. Jackie swung her gun in a slow arc across the opening, up and then across the top of the boxes that made up their 'fort'. "I'm more worried about Desdemona."
The gap between boxes grew a tumor on one side, the heavy shadow swelling outward. Jackie didn't fire right away, not while it was still just a shadow. She held her breath, sank lower into her crouch, and waited. Waited. Waited?there. It was Hercules. Stupid shit. Crack! went her gun just once, into his upper thigh just above where he'd be able to throw a tourniquet in place if it were a real bullet. Herc fell over, lying on the ground groaning and muttering curses. Jackie grinned fiercely. One down.
Tomas: Hercules. Brett Thomlinson, if you were to actually read his dog tags rather than look at the muscles busting out all over. We didn?t know it then, but he was a lot more than he seemed, too. And we didn?t know that he was gonna become as close as a brother to us.
Meanwhile, over on the south half of the hidey, there was a faint wooden scraping. There was the crack of Tomas?s rifle behind her. Someone must have tried to come up over the box-wall. Adrenalin jolted through her veins even before her twin said, "Jackie?fuck. We have to go."
"Moving." She didn't question it. If Tomas said they needed to go, they needed to go. She slid into the gap between boxes, shot Hercules in the chest for good measure, then cleared left and right with a quick one-two. Then she gestured Tomas to move up with her right hand while she held her gun steady in the left.
He slid through the gap she left, slinking to the other side where a twisting tunnel of boxes waited, and then gestured her across while he provided cover. Jackie hadn't gotten a look at whomever it was Tomas had taken down. "Who was it?" She asked as she slid past him into the tunnel, moving up to the first corner with her gun ready, back against the 'wall'.
"You," he whispered. "You. Fifteen or sixteen. Same face. Same hair." His fingers were white-knuckled as his grip on the rifle tightened, and he swung into motion, moving at a crouch through the tunnel until he reached a bottleneck twenty feet from her.
Tomas: I swear to all the fucking little gods, it was her. I cannot even tell you how much that shit freaked me out. I mean, who expects to see that? And we had no idea that it was going to get much, much worse.
Then we got the invitation to step up our game. Covert ops. Urban warfare. Training with mercenaries in Icecrest. I knew who Daniel Malloy was, of course. We all did. But beyond basic training, we?d never really had that much contact with him. So we jumped at the chance to work under him.
November 22, 2009
Tomas smiled at his sister. It was a lazy, happy smile, a smile meant for sunshine and pretty girls. It didn't suit the bulletproof vest he was sliding into, or the wire on his ear, or the shadowed warehouse they were currently hanging out in. It didn't suit the weather, either. Icecrest was as good as its name, with a wind laden with razor-sharp shards of ice howling outside. "It's just a training exercise, baby girl," he assured her. "Nothing to be worried about. Happy birthday."
They'd turned twenty-six together, five hours before.
Jackie rolled her eyes at Tomas while she adjusted the buckle around her ribcage on her vest. "I'm only twenty minutes younger, old man. Happy birthday yourself." Click-click went the plastic. "I'm not worried, anyway. It's only our entire future on the line. I don't want to be one of the rank-and-file forever, taking orders without knowing what's going on." She looked around the warehouse at the anonymous wooden boxes stretching into the shadows. At least they were inside, out of that cutting, freezing wind. Her gun didn't gleam at all as she checked the magazine and then locked it into place.
He checked his wrist. "Five minutes. Did you find any parkas or anything? We're not supposed to have to go outside, but..." He rocked Watch Hand back and forth. "You never know how it's going to turn out in the end."
"Right behind you. They're not the best, but they should keep us from freezing to death if things go wrong." She'd checked every weapon she had, all the lines of sight she could make out in this cavern of a building, and all her contingency plans three times over. So she started checking her weapons again. "There's some basic med supplies in the parka pockets. Just in case. Stims, bandages, and a dose of Venom each."
"I don't know. Malloy seems to like the cut of your jib." Tomas twisted long and lithe, found the bigger parka and shrugged into it, and then checked the pockets. She rolled her eyes again, but she knew why he did it. The training was ground in too deep not to double-check her work.
Tomas: Of course, it took a long time for her to realize how much he liked her jib?
"As much as he likes anyone. I don't think he actually has emotions, just processes. You get along with people better, and I think that's what they're looking for right now." She leaned past him while he was checking the pockets of his parka to grab hers and haul it on. "How much longer?"
"Three minutes, thirty seconds. You have any guesses on how many other trainees are in here?" He hooked the toe of a boot into the edge of a crate and pushed himself up, peering over its edge at the maze of boxes around them.
"More than four, less than seven. Jezebel washed out yesterday. Malloy kicked her over to the Butchery for supervision there, said that was where she really belonged. I think maybe the Boss is going to tag her for espionage and blackmail, though." While Tomas went up, she went down, flat on her belly and worming along the floor to the corner to look out.
Tomas: We didn?t know then that Jasmine Yaradua?aka Jezebel?didn?t wash out, that she was picked specifically for Espionage training. Rumor was all we had. It wasn?t like the Chief was going to tell us anything. Anyway, it was supposed to be just a normal training exercise. Rubber bullets, suits like the ones that they use in fencing to tell Malloy who?d been hit.
"You know if it just comes down to the two of us, I'm kicking your ass."
"You wish. I'll ream you so hard you'll be seeing stars. You and me against the world until then, though." The way it had been for the last twenty-six years, pretty much. No signs from floor level. She crouched and tilted her head way, way up to look at the rafters thoughtfully.
"You'd be a sitting duck, unless you feel like drawing fire for me, Miss Martyr. Any rope?" She could hear him rummaging again through the boxes they'd managed to get open without the aid of a crowbar. "Three minutes." Time kept crawling past. Tick-tock, tick-tock?
"Couldn't find any. I think there might be some in that last box we couldn't get open, though." Judas wept, she was wound up tight. She started checking all of her weapons again just to kill the time. Hard rubber bullets in the guns; elimination didn't mean permanent this time.
"I'd use my teeth if I thought it would help. I'm hungry. They're gonna come at us over the boxes, I think. The gap is too obvious. Two minutes, thirty seconds. Which direction?" His voice was soft, monotonous.
"If we don't watch the gap too though, someone's sure to come in through it. I've got north and west," which covered the gap, one wall of boxes, and part of the other. "Steaks after?"
"The cows here taste funny," he whined quietly. Paused. "Two minutes. If Hamlet's here he's going to hole up. Has he asked you for a date again this week?"
Tomas: The recruits in training had code names we were supposed to use with each other. Some dickwad with a sense of humor gave us a lot of Shakespeare and mythology.
"Day before yesterday. I told him that I'd go if he was last man standing today. He started making plans for some place downtown I've never heard of before. Arrogant bastard. What about Desdemona? Swing and a miss?" She shifted, shook out her left hand, and then cradled her gun again. "Cows might taste funny but the cocoa is amazing. Let's hit the diner and get breakfast later."
"I changed my mind. Her eyes are crooked. And she squints." He grinned, a flash of light in the darkness. "I'm aiming higher. That woman the Boss brings in sometimes. What's her name? Morana?"
Tomas: Jackie didn?t know that I already had a relationship with Morana, then. She still doesn?t know about it. And she probably never will. But that?s another story for another time.
Jackie laughed quietly at that, glancing over at her twin. "Now who's an arrogant bastard? She's out of your league, old man. Desdemona might squint, but she's made it this far through the training."
"Psh. I'm a hottie. I just have to do that little thing with my hips. She'll be blown away. One minute, thirty seconds. Breakfast sounds better. I vote we leave the building, go to the diner, come back in an hour and mop up what's left."
"That means going outside, though," it was Jackie's turn to whine. "I hate getting cold and ice down the back of my neck. Let's just take out everybody quick, I'll beat you into the ground, then we can go eat. I want a waffle. With strawberries."
"You and your damned strawberries. Okay," he sighed. "Have it your way. Let's do this little thing." She could hear him moving into ready position behind her, but she didn?t turn from watching her half to check. She trusted Tomas, absolutely.
Tomas: She?s still nuts about strawberries. I don?t get it.
Since Jackie had never left her crouch, all she had to do was shift her weight some to make sure she hadn't stiffened up. Forty-five seconds. She was laying odds that Hercules would be first in, but it could be Loki. Her heart was going faster as time crept near, she could hear it thrum-thrum with each move.
Time ran out, and an air horn blew somewhere in the building. Almost immediately the rattle of an automatic rifle spraying bullets reverberated off the walls, a hollow tat-tat-tat noise. "Hercules," Tomas whispered. "Stupid shit. He thinks we're dumb enough to go to the noise. He'll be here in a minute or less, when he gets it through his thick head that it won't work."
"Unless Loki keys on the noise and takes him out first. You're right, Hamlet's going to hole up and try to make a move when he thinks it's end-game." Her voice was barely a breath, barely audible. Jackie swung her gun in a slow arc across the opening, up and then across the top of the boxes that made up their 'fort'. "I'm more worried about Desdemona."
The gap between boxes grew a tumor on one side, the heavy shadow swelling outward. Jackie didn't fire right away, not while it was still just a shadow. She held her breath, sank lower into her crouch, and waited. Waited. Waited?there. It was Hercules. Stupid shit. Crack! went her gun just once, into his upper thigh just above where he'd be able to throw a tourniquet in place if it were a real bullet. Herc fell over, lying on the ground groaning and muttering curses. Jackie grinned fiercely. One down.
Tomas: Hercules. Brett Thomlinson, if you were to actually read his dog tags rather than look at the muscles busting out all over. We didn?t know it then, but he was a lot more than he seemed, too. And we didn?t know that he was gonna become as close as a brother to us.
Meanwhile, over on the south half of the hidey, there was a faint wooden scraping. There was the crack of Tomas?s rifle behind her. Someone must have tried to come up over the box-wall. Adrenalin jolted through her veins even before her twin said, "Jackie?fuck. We have to go."
"Moving." She didn't question it. If Tomas said they needed to go, they needed to go. She slid into the gap between boxes, shot Hercules in the chest for good measure, then cleared left and right with a quick one-two. Then she gestured Tomas to move up with her right hand while she held her gun steady in the left.
He slid through the gap she left, slinking to the other side where a twisting tunnel of boxes waited, and then gestured her across while he provided cover. Jackie hadn't gotten a look at whomever it was Tomas had taken down. "Who was it?" She asked as she slid past him into the tunnel, moving up to the first corner with her gun ready, back against the 'wall'.
"You," he whispered. "You. Fifteen or sixteen. Same face. Same hair." His fingers were white-knuckled as his grip on the rifle tightened, and he swung into motion, moving at a crouch through the tunnel until he reached a bottleneck twenty feet from her.
Tomas: I swear to all the fucking little gods, it was her. I cannot even tell you how much that shit freaked me out. I mean, who expects to see that? And we had no idea that it was going to get much, much worse.