"If there aren't any questions, let's load the fuck up and do this. Wear your civilian clothes until we reach Mexico. We'll have a place to change when we reach the gear that's already been delivered." The guys all move to their feet quickly, and I follow just shortly after. I'm moving through the door and past Kaleb when he pulls me back against his chest, closing the door.
"Why are you so fucking distracting? I love watching your eyes when you listen to me talk. You're so damn beautiful it makes my dick hard knowing I'll be taking you away on that trip I promised." He slides his palm down my arms, and I feel him everywhere. "Have you picked the place?"
"Not yet." I turn to face him, allowing my hands to touch his chest.
"Well, you need to figure it out, because we leave in about four fucking days." He leans down to kiss me, and I allow him for a few seconds, kissing him back before we have to make an appearance outside. This time in here goes against everything we planned, and I'm not risking the bullshit if they find out.
"I told Kase and Pierce about us."
"Kaleb, what the fuck?"
"I had to. They'd have guessed in one fucking second anyway. I wanted them to hear from my mouth I have my head on straight, so they don't start doubting me out there. I'm clear as fuck and they needed to see that."
"Okay, but they'd better not give me any shit."
"They won't. Now get out there before I have to tell the rest of those fuckers." He slaps my ass and opens the door. I give him the eye before I walk out, clearly swaying my ass on purpose until I'm in view of the rest of the team. Let him sit on that.
I take the packet Trevor hands me, then move to the empty seat at the back and immediately start studying. Every single bit of information could make a difference out there. I'm so focused that I miss Kaleb boarding, and before I know it, we're moving.
I listen to the guys give each other hell and watch Harris join right in. He fits well with these guys; hell, he fits with any team. He's one of those people who could work any room in record time. I'm more the quiet, reserved type when it comes to a group like this. I observe then prove myself with my actions. I've learned that's the only way to shut anyone up anyway.
"Hey Elliott, you too good to cut the shit with us?" Jackson turns to call me out on being impersonal.
"I'm not here to talk to you guys, I'm here to successfully get through this mission. If you want to talk to me, look me up after." Kaleb's eyes go wide, and I wait for his smartass mouth, but he holds back whatever he was about to say.
"Damn, didn't peg you for a bitch." Jackson's words might've cut deep if I hadn't heard them my whole career. Kaleb doesn't have to say a word this time, because Harris does it for him.
"Shut your fucking mouth. She'll be the one watching your ass out there. You want her hardened and ready for this fucking mission. Stay the fuck out of her head and let her do her thing."
Jackson looks at me once more, then sits back. I can see his wheels turning, and I have no idea what he's thinking. I'm sure he'll make it clear eventually.
Bullet unbuckles his belt and moves through the tiny space to sit near me. Kaleb turns to face forward, and I return to looking at terrorist information.
"Don't pay any attention to Jackson. He's our social butterfly. He likes to run his mouth, but he's a fucking beast in the field." I nod slightly, giving him the clarification he's after. I'm good.
"I'm used to the stereotype. It's all good."
"My name is Kase. I go by Bullet on this team."
"Nice caller. Do I need to pick mine?" I say, hoping he lets me.
"No, they'll give you one soon if they haven't already." Oh, great. I can just hear it. Bitch or cunt. Or something along those lines.
"Great, I can't wait."
"Don't you worry. If you don't like it, Maverick will lay them out. I can already see my boy is whipped." Well, shit. That didn't work or last long. I'm curious what all was said now though.
"You can?" He nods with a huge smile, showing off the most perfect teeth I've ever seen.
"Oh yeah. I've known him for more years than I'd like to share, and I've never seen him talk about a woman like he did about you."
"Please don't tell the others until this is over. I don't want people thinking I fucked my way onto this mission or any others I may get on."
"I gave my word to Maverick. You don't need a promise from me. Besides, Jade, your work, stamina, and courage speak for itself. It's not every day a woman achieves what you have. I'm damn proud to have you on this team. I can't wait to see more women in active duty. In my opinion, they deserve it and they've earned it." I like this guy. He's honest and not afraid to stand outside the normal realm of thinking.
"Thank you." I see Kaleb turn around to talk to Harris and watch the features on his face. He's relaxed. He's in his element and ready to thrive. I burn this view into my memory before I go back to studying the enemy.
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That landing was smooth, and we stay inside until the plane rolls into another hanger. The door opens, and the hot air fills the cabin instantly.
"Welcome to Mexico, my friends." An old man and woman greet us in the building. "But you've got to hurry." We rush to grab our gear, while he points to an old farm truck with wood as sides for the bed of the truck. We're surrounded by the stench of shit, but it's nothing new to us.
The old man moves to the driver's seat, and we're moving again before we have a chance to think. "We have twenty miles until we reach the chopper. We have time there to regroup." Kaleb makes sure he's sitting near me this time, and I watch out the side of the truck, looking for any signs of activity around us.
"They're naming you Ice. We'll use that name throughout the mission. I felt it was fitting enough." I honestly kind of like it, it's a name I can deal with. I'm surprised they don't have Queen behind it though. Ice works either way.
"They tried to name Harris Pretty Boy, but I vetoed that. He'll be Stone." We don't use names on missions. It's call names only.
"Got it."
"I go by Fire on missions." I can't hold back my laughter.
"Of course you do."
"I thought you'd like that."
"Oh, it's very fitting." Fire and Ice. I'm dying inside. It's fucking perfect.
"Fire, you need to kill that fuckin smile. It's time to be focused on getting that motherfucker." Bullet leans in to reel Kaleb in. I hold my smile in. I can't wait to chill with these guys outside of a stressful mission.
The rough ride to the chopper finally ends, and we all pile out and move inside an old house. We're greeted by a Caucasian man who seems even older than the man who drove us here.
"Okay, everyone, get your asses in your gear and be ready to move in ten. I want to show you the layout of the house he's hiding in. The truck will drop us close, then the chopper is how we'll get the fuck out." The guys begin taking off their shirts and I follow. This sports bra hides everything I need to hide, but shit if my eyes are working hard to betray me. These guys are all ripped. I could tell they were built, but had no idea how cut they were. This is a different caliber of man than I'm used to being surrounded by in the Army. Harris fits in here more than he ever did with the guys we were around in the Army.
Then they begin to stand in their underwear. Kaleb watches me as I have no issues standing in my panties and bra putting on the gear meant to fit tight and give me an edge up on the enemy. All black, thick enough to keep me from getting hurt as I crawl through whatever shit I'll have to, and fire resistant to top it off. The headgear is the exact same as what we used on our last mission. This transition is easy, but I know he made it that way.
Pulling my boots on, I catch his eyes again and give him a smile, knowing the little stunt I just pulled will have my ass in trouble later, but that's a price I'm willing to pay to watch him squirm a bit. It's a game I'm learning to love.
"Alright, let's go."
"Fire, I'll lead us off here." Jackson leans in, and the guys all surround him, so Harris and I follow. "May this day go well, so I can soon feel the swell of my dick going into some pussy. Because I'm not afraid to lick my way to the top and get me some nice, tight titties. Give me some ass that'll have me begging, and let this day go in the history books as bangin'. It's time to get this motherfucker, so I can keep my reputation, because I've got some MILFs just waitin'." The little laughter coming from the group brings a smile to my face as all eyes move to me.