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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:01 pm

"No. You're not. You're sleeping in that bed."

As tired as he was, he was ready to dog her down about it, going as far as to grab her hand and yank her back into the room. This time, he locked the door. There was no way he was going to allow her to make rules and decisions in his house. This was his fortress where he could make all kinds of rules. Being an American Operative made way for a good credential as well. He wasn't going to use that on Ace. She wouldn't have fallen for it anyway. She had made it clear that she didn't care if he were an op or a damn executioner. Her job was to help him rescue those girls. Marce had nothing wrong with that.

But she was getting in that damned bed.

Marce looked at her for what she really was: a problem. A beautiful, gorgeous, body throbbing problem. But, for the time being and until further notice, she was his problem. "I'm tempted, believe me."he said while he purposefully didn't tell her exactly what he was talking about. She was a good guesser. He hadn't let go of her hand, letting it trail up to her chin which he cupped slowly with his palm. The gesture was affectionate. His gaze on hers was torn. His body was lost. Marce was a wreck, but a wreck that still had a train of thought on the right rails.

"Temptations will get me in trouble. You know that. I know that."he said, caressing her cheek as if he was doing as simple as making a PB&J. He kept his eyes on her face only to show her how serious he was. Always start verbal, Marce. Verbal first. Physical force if need be.

"I don't care one way or another what context you're taking this in, and I'm not going to soothe your thoughts either with promises that I don't want to touch you with a ten foot pole. People want you dead. I need you alive. Someone already tracked an op all the way to a McDonald's and stabbed you. I'm not letting that happen again."he said.

That's when the serious gaze and tone came in.

"It's not my job to protect you. Have you thought about that? It's not my duty to make sure you're fucking safe every minute of the day. It's actually my job to put you down. Think on it, Ace. How much of a government agent do you see in me now?"he asked, moving his thumb across her chin. Practiced restraint made his head stay where it was and not bend down towards her. "You're not an item to me and I'm not turning you in. You've been hiding your identity for the longest and yet you're letting me inside...in a sense."he replied quickly. Practiced restraint.

"Fight with me if you wish. Shoot me in the balls and lick your fingers for all I care. But in the end, Ace. You're...sleeping in...that bed." He looked deeper into those large pools of brown in front of him before his eyes darted to the window, causing his eyes to squint. He flicked his gaze away quickly and returned it back to her, stopping his caress long enough to bend his face close to hers. Practiced...restraint.

"Copy that?"
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:02 pm

Ace was very sorely tempted to point out that it would be very easy for her to leave the room despite him locking the door, since the lock was on the inside and it wasn't exactly a combo lock. For once she held her tongue, however, and just gazed up at him as he looked down at her. His comment about temptation got her attention and her heart tripped, which she suspected he meant to happen.


Damn it, Marce..


She didn't flinch away as his hand shifted to her chin, ensuring that she was looking up at him. It wasn't a hard grip, a commanding one, or even an intimidating one. He was being.. gentle. That was almost more frightening. She could see the different emotions in his eyes, but she wasn't really sure what was winning. He seemed even more lost and confused than she was, but he was still talking, speaking of temptations. Was she a temptation for him? He definitely was for her.


His touch against her cheek left a warm trail, making her tremble deep down inside. Not physically, but mentally she could feel herself starting to notice the cracks and holes in her perfect emotional walls.


She was still silent as he reminded her that it wasn't her job to keep her safe as he had been doing. He was right, of course. Had she been taking him for granted? Yes. His touch across her chin made her want to melt, and she couldn't even deny that he was right when he pointed out that she was letting him in.


It was true.


He was in deeper than anybody and she still craved more.


She reached up as he bent in close to her, cupping his cheeks and moving so that her lips were a bare centimeter from his. Pausing there for what felt like an eternity, she had to fight with herself. She wanted to kiss him more than she had wanted anything in a very long time.. but she couldn't. This was all wrong. He was supposed to be the happily married BAD agent with five little perfect children and she was supposed to be the criminal that he chased around and told stories about over a cigar with his friends.


Fuck, where did that come from?


She released him and stepped back slightly, dizzy from being so close to him as if he was a drug. Reaching behind her, she tugged on the ribbon of the corset until it loosened and the garment fell to the floor. The only thing keeping her from showing him anything not PG-friendly was her hair tumbling down over. She gazed up at him, unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it before kicking her flats aside.


Standing there in nothing but a pair of black boyshorts, she nodded slightly.


"Roger that, Peter," she said quietly, relief flooding her when her voice didn't shake. She smiled a little and took his hand, tugging him over to the bed before climbing in herself and waiting for him to join her.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:05 pm

He didn't feel so accomplished. He didn't feel accomplished about what he did at all, not that he meant to do it to feel accomplished. He wanted her to listen to him when he told her that she was going to stay in that bed. He ended up saying a lot more than he should have and wanted to catch the words in his hands as soon as they hit the air. He meant them, yes, of course. He didn't know if she knew that he meant them. She kept looking at him with those large, brown, doe eyes, her lips pulled into a tight line. A breath barely escaped her once he finished, not making it better that he bent down on her level. Again, an innocent gesture that he misunderstood.

Ace showed no sign of any contemplative thoughts which worried him. Did she believe him or would she forever think that he was a sack of lying shit? He never lied to her before, but Ace and Marce weren't technically on the friendliest of terms. Their relationship was more forced than willing. Marce needed her because she had information that was valuable to the lives of many. She needed him to make sure her head wasn't rolling around somewhere in an Italian river. It was a give and take relationship. They worked well together.

If that was the case, then Marce could have easily pulled his face away from hers when she grasped it in her palms. But he didn't, did he? No. Marce Jove, the bodyguard of Reflection, decided to freeze in place in either expectant fear or anticipation. He could feel the heat from his breath linger across her lips that couldn't have been more than millimeter away from his own. If she hadn't have paused, he may done something he wouldn't have regretted. If she...oh, if she hadn't have paused.

Marce said nothing when she finally pulled away from him, staring him directly in his eyes that had been lowered seconds before. Wave after wave of anticipation and frustration bobbed through his lower abdomen, bad enough to the point where he thought if he didn't take her lips for his own, he may have been sick. Momentary weakness, however. Marce recovered when he noticed that her face held no sarcastic twinkle in her eye. That meant Ace was back in Reflection mode.

He was wrong.

Marce found his eyes wandering from her long, slender fingers that were reaching behind her back. Next, it was the falling top. Marce made it his duty to keep his eyes on the corset and not pull them up to her exposed body. He'd show her that he wasn't just a man three seconds away from ravishing her with no remorse, but he was a respectful...someone, as well. Ace stereotyped him so many times before, he didn't see what was stopping her then. His blue eyes were plastered to the corset on the floor, with much strain, mind you.

All good things come to an end, they say. Marce thought that was bullshit. There he was, doing a good thing by keeping his eyes off of what may have been the most body-melting sight he had seen in his life...and how was he repaid? With the sight of her skirt falling, revealing nothing but her long, vanilla coated legs. The boy shorts did them no justice. Marce may or may not have whimpered in pleasure, but he wanted to believe he did. All he really remembered was Ace, for the 4th time that day, grabbing his hands and leading him to his bed. He didn't know where to put his eyes this time, so he stuck them to the fall wall behind him.

"Wait."he whispered. He didn't bother turning around as he finally rid himself of that Hot Topic trash that he wore over his chest. The AC hit the exposed skin of his chest quickly, but he neither budged nor blinked in response. His eyes went from his green sheets to her chesnut colored eyes when he unbuttoned his pants.

He paused. She didn't stop him. So, he continued.

The desire to comment about how she was the one who decided to put him in silk boxers out of all things came up to his throat, but he suppressed it. He didn't dare joke around with her while she was laying not even 5 feet away from him with only one article of clothing covering her angel kissed body. His pants fell to the floor, but Marce had respect enough to turn his back towards her, climbing into the bed backwards so she wouldn't see. He himself didn't want to see what state he was in either. His mind had wandered back to what he told her, even while the silence bubbled around the room.

His job wasn't to protect her yet there she was, unarmed and unclothed in his bed. So why was he doing it?

"Don't wake me up. Just a friendly warning."he whispered before the days events finally caught up with him, blissfully drowning him in a much needed sleep.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:05 pm

Wait.


What a simple word. If it was said in a calm tone, it would spark only curiosity - for example, if somebody behind you said it, you would stop walking and turn to see why they told you to wait. If it was shouted, it would cause alarm and an immediate freezing. Ace, however, had never been more struck by that single word than she was right now. It was a whisper, a single syllable, and it wasn't the vocal key to a vast treasure. Marce wasn't stopping time or accomplishing anything.


That was a lie.


He was accomplishing a lot. His movements as he tugged his shirt up over his head made her heart skip like some garage band drummer who couldn't remember the song. Her eyes traced over his skin rapidly in the moment that he was blinded, meeting his as soon as he was free and looking back up at her. She didn't look away from his eyes as he unbuttoned his pants, unable to stop thinking about the flash of red she could see in the unfocused part of her vision. He moved into bed with her and the red was hidden from her view by the blanket, but her mind was still on it for a moment before she started thinking of other things.


Such as what he had said to her. It was overwhelming and she knew that he had been right about a lot, yet she still felt herself questioning the honesty of his words. Deep down, she was fully aware that he hadn't lied. She knew that he had no reason to lie to her about any of that. He had nothing to gain and she hadn't forced him to say a single word of it. Moreover, she wanted to believe him.


She was reminded of the pain of this morning, when she had been so uncertain after he refused to promise to protect her. Ignored her, really. Did that mean anything? .. No. It didn't. She looked over at him now, realizing too late that he had spoken. His breathing had evened out and she knew he was asleep already. Not too surprising with the day that they had had. She smiled a little to herself and curled up with the blanket, falling asleep after a few more minutes of brooding.


Halfway through the night, a nightmare had her squirming. She moved her way over to Marce's side and slid an arm around his waist, nestling into him and laying her head on his chest. Her leg curled around and between his, then paused in the warmth of his own skin. She was asleep the entire time, but his presence soothed away her nightmare, allowing her peace as she snuggled.


It was going to be an interesting morning.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:07 pm

"You do what you all do to build this moat at your fucking perfect feet, don't you?"

"Oh, that's what you Merenzo's are doing? Protecting young girls?"

"We do whatever we want to them. Innocence is sin."

"SON OF A BITCH!"

"Defensive, are we?"

"God Dammit, Ace, what are you d--"


The dream, or nightmare rather, erupted in a loud gunshot that shook Marce all the way down to his very being. It traveled around his veins and through his arteries, leaving a sticky, contagious trail all the way to his brain. Asleep as he was, he could feel every little pang of rage and confusion hit him like he was standing there at that moment, staring into the distant look in Ace's eyes when she was stabbed. A boiling came first, and next came the fidget of anger and something...else.

"Don't do it, Ace. Stay with me."

"..ay with me..." It wasn't his own voice that woke him up, nor was it his phone ringing off the hook like it had been doing for quite sometime that night. Marce grungingly remembered tossing it away from his nightstand after putting it on vibrate, and, after hearing it clang against the closet, resumed his sleep. It definately wasn't a bird that woke him up either, though he was half expecting it to be. Marce peeled back the lids of his eyes, welcoming in the sunlight that spilled through the window behind him. A warm heat was radiating from his back, but, nightmare or not, he hadn't forgotten a second he and Ace had last night. He hadn't forgotten taking her chin in his hands in a genuine nature. Hadn't forgotten how difficult pulling away from her was. Hadn't forgotten everything he said. Hadn't even forgotten that she agreed to sleep in the bed.

What he did forget was that she was half-passed nude.

Marce's eyes shot open to their full length as he tried desperately to jerk himself away from the woman, but even the smallest budge sent him plastered in his spot. She was...touching him. Not in the sense his fantasies wished she was, but in reality, her arms had wrapped around his chest and a leg coiled around him. He sucked in a tiny gasp of air and thanked high heavens that he wasn't facing the other way.

The rise and fall of her chest indicated that she was still asleep and most likely had no notion of what she was doing. Marce suddenly wish he was awaken by the phone or the bird again. The next move he pulled was childish, but he was left with little to no choice. Marce moved his body as slow as a turtle stuck in quicksand, taking great care and caution not to wake the sleeping woman attached to him. The bed squeaked and Marce's eyes shut, pleading his body to keep still, having not moved 3 inches.

At this rate, it would be noon before he managed to leave that bed.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:08 pm

Oh god she was so warm. So deliciously warm.


Gradually Ace wound her way out of her dreams and into reality. She didn't bother to open her eyes at first, just taking in how completely comfortable she was. With no idea what woke her, she assumed that it was natural and that she was alone. She had almost forgotten about Marce getting in bed with her.


Almost.


For a minute.


When she remembered, she knew that she must be somewhat near him since she was so warm. Oh well. He should have known that they'd end up close to each other, sleeping in the same bed. Judging by the fact that he wasn't moving, she assumed he was still sleeping as well. She let her mind wander for a few more minutes, then realized that getting up before he did might be good. That way she could get her shower out of the way and get the papers sorted for him. Maybe make breakfast.


Ace: Being Suzy Homemaker. It was like a horrid parallel universe.


She slowly opened her eyes, realizing a few things all at once. One, his eyes were closed. Two, she only knew that because she was quite literally on him. Three, he was even more attractive up close. Four, she was regretting not kissing him last night when she had the chance. She bit her lower lip and ignored all that, carefully sitting up and letting the sheet fall away.


Which is when she realized the most important thing that she had forgotten, of course.


She was basically naked.


Startled by the realization, she squealed in surprise and flinched back away from Marce. The movement tipped her over the side of the bed and she tumbled on the floor, taking the tangled sheet with her. She landed on her back with a soft thud and blinked a few times, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment, she just couldn't help it. She started giggling.


"Marce, help, I'm trapped and need saving!" she pleaded desperately, laughing.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:10 pm

Feeling her move so suddenly made him want to blurt out an apology for doing absolutely nothing. It was so all of a sudden and out of the blue that Marce nearly thought he was still asleep! She could not have possibly woken up and screamed at the top of her lungs that quickly! Besides, he hadn't touched her at all, so there was no need for her to be angry or--

A thud later, Marce realized that she had merely fell over the bed. His body shot up just as quickly as hers had, earning him a quick kick in the nose by Ace's knee as the last of her body fell from the bed. He spat out an obscenity and grabbed his nose through squinted eyes. He was positive that it was broken at first, but when he wiggled it to the best of his ability, nothing but a bruised pain met him in return. Still not a good thing but better than looking like one of the Three Stooges. God forbid Marce damage his face in any way.

Her cry for help, however, smothered all other thoughts that had previously taken refuge in his mind. He snapped from his position as if he was sitting on a thumb tack and practically vaulted over the bed to where she lay sprawled and tangled on the floor.

"Relax!" He ordered in a hard voice, finding what he assumed were her hands beneath the fortress of forest green that swallowed her whole and grabbing them. A strange noise was coming from her mouth that he didn't have the time to investigate. Hearing her shout his name in that manor...it did something to him. It pulled him back to all of the times he heard women yelling out to him desperately. helpless. Hurting. Dying.

"Relax! I've got you! I've got....got..."

Whatever he thought before was erased from his mind and replaced by the sight of her lying beneath him. Staring up at him with his hands still wrapped around her arms. While she was nearly bare.

"....You."he said in a hushed whisper. At that very second, just as he was about to explore her upper body with his eyes and more, a buzzing sound broke through the silence and across the room. Ignore it, Marce. He frowned her like a disappointed father would frown at his daughter for sneaking out late before releasing her. It was sharp and quick, too. Her statement about sleeping on the couch came back to him and pissed him off. Marce was no fool. He knew very well she wanted nothing to do with him and, if he could calm his 'canine' down for a second, he wouldn't push anything.

No matter how fucking gorgeous she looked in...nothing.

BZZZZZZZZZZ. He didn't need to reminded anymore, and, finally tearing his eyes away from her, he stood to his full height and looked away. Red silk boxers and all. He made his way over to the closet and picked up the phone to catch the last remnants of the gray flashing words that spelled 'Bob'. If that didn't soften things.

"Marce Jove."

"They have Alex."
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:11 pm

Giggling helplessly, Ace was even more amused when Marce thought that she was serious. Had she really not woken him up until she called for him? She felt mildly guilty, but it wasn't enough to halt her laughter. Until he tugged her free of the sheet and she looked up to see his face mere inches from hers and his hands on her bare upper arms. She silenced and stared at him, reaching up to run her fingertips along his jaw for a scant moment before he let her go and pulled away.


God. Damn. It.


She sat up and peeked over the bed, watching him walk away in the same manner that a scolded child might watch a parent leaving so that they knew when the rule-breaking could commence. Although, her eyes were on his backside a lot more than a child would be staring at a parent. Red silk definitely looked nice on him, she thought with a secret, triumphant smile.


She scrambled to her feet and looked around as he picked up his phone, picking up one of her own shirts and tugging it on as he answered. At least now she wasn't any more indecent than when he saw her yesterday morning.


Was that seriously only a day ago?


She rubbed her hands over her face and tugged her hair up into a messy bun with her hands, glancing over at Marce. His stance was tense and he seemed.. off. Not entirely different though. She recognized it, from when he first started demanding information from her and telling her what a criminal she was. He was in business mode.


Something was wrong.


"Marce..?"

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:13 pm

The words had taken the wind out of him. Marce remembered staring into nothing in nothing but his silken boxers and tousled black hair, holding the receiver so hard to his ear, it may have went straight in if he pushed hard enough. He was already turning towards Ace when she called out his name. Bob remained on the other end of the phone waiting for Marce to regain the reality he had lost at the words.

They have Alex.

"When?" he demanded. "What happened?"

"We only know she was on her way back from her dog's grooming service with that Tiffany friend of hers. She was supposed to pick up something from the office--"


"Her keys." Marce cut in which Bob dutifully ignored.

"--and never made it here. The Tiffany chick wasn't with her, but we called her and she told us Alex dropped her off at her home. No fucking alarms went off until one of our own came in with a finger from the lot." Marce's face twisted in confusion, still looking directly at Ace. She would want to know what was happening, so he snapped it on speakerphone. She'd be able to pick up what was going on quickly.

"Bob don't use that federal code shit on me. What the hell is a finger?"

"Just what I said it was. A finger." The blood drained from his face and landed on his feet, plastering him in place.

"How long ago was this?" Fear made his voice hard.

"10 minutes at the most. I was on my way out of this fucking hell hole when I got the news, and the..." The rest of the sentence need not be repeated. This can't have been happening to him! Not when things were making so much sense in his life! He frowned at the statement. His life? Since when was this about him and his personal affairs? He was supposed to be trying to find those girls that the Merenzo's had taken. Some even up to three years ago without one sight of their families! Yet, there he stood, looking at Ace who had managed to toss something over herself, trying to be more presentable and less tempting. It didn't work, but Marce's mind was too far gone to want to dwell deeper into that.

"They snagged her in our lot? Of the Bureau?" Bob didn't sound giddy to reiterate that the building wasn't as secured as it was supposed to be. Not if one of those Italian bastards took one of the Bureau's own.

"Right under our fucking noses."

"Does Bryson know?"
The lack of response was his answer. Of course not. If he did, Italy would have been somewhere underwater by then. "Give me 30."he said before hearing the click on the opposite end. The second the call ended, Marce looked at Ace.

"You're staying here."
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:14 pm

Wisely keeping her silence for once as Marce snapped into the phone, Ace listened closely.


At first he wanted to know what happened, but then he mentioned keys. The keys they dropped off at the office. She tilted her head a fraction and met Marce's gaze, confusion in her eyes that matched his own. He was apparently talking to Bob. Lucky him. A finger? From his expression, she figured it wasn't a code. Not too surprising if what she was gathering was the real truth.


Cock sucking buttmongers..


Not bothering to listen any longer, she strolled out of the bedroom and to the living room. The device she had showed him before with the red flags was flicked on and set on the counter and she pulled out a pile of papers, spreading them rapidly beside it before she went back to the bedroom.


He was saying to give him a half hour. She leaned against the doorway and frowned as he looked at her and said she was staying there.


Like hell, Marce.


"If you're talking about that woman who was at the hospital, and the Merenzo bastards have taken her, then I know where she is,"
she said quietly, absolutely refusing to think for a moment that she'd be left here by herself.


Was letting Marce face the Merenzos himself really that bad?


Yes.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:15 pm

"I bet you do."he said before wheeling around her and out of the door, grabbing a pair of shorts and a strewn blue shirt on the way. Whether she was following him or not, he was still speaking to her.

"I have those things you gave me and I'll find out where she is. The Bureau first. I need to ask the person that found...that found out she was missing exactly what they saw. From there, I'll contact Bryson and we'll be taking the first flight to wherever she is."he commented, putting one hairy leg through his shorts after another, leaning on the bar in the kitchen for support. A flicker of red from the monitor caught his eye and he moved over to it. The shirt snugged tightly on his chest once he snatched the items and shoved them under his arm

"And you? You'll be staying right here where I know you're not getting into trouble. Don't make me get a house arrest bracelet." His voice was hard and serious with deep undertones. He wasn't joking with her for a moment at all. Alex was gone and those Merenzo's had her. If America found out that one of the BAD had slipped and got themselves taken, the President would pounce on Congress to declare war on Italy. Exaggeration or not, a public riling was the last thing they all needed. It had to be nipped in the bud quickly and effectively. Marce was the man for the job, and, being completely honest, if Ace followed him, she'd be nothing but a distraction.

"Let BAD do BAD." BAD. Where Alex had made her home so many years ago. Shaking with fury, Marce was trying not to think about what could be happening to her, trying to concentrate on finding her. It did worry him that she let her guard down. Alex was a tough one, and to be taken at her own job? There was something very wrong. He threw a stool out of his way and ran for the keys strewn across the kitchen floor.

"My number is in the second drawer in my room. Don't touch anything and keep your head clear."he said, not even bothering to look behind him as he swung the door open.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:16 pm

"The things I gave you were for the girls! The children! They aren't in the same places that they took.. take the adults! What I gave you won't be any use to you, Marce, unless you'd rather go save a child and let your friend die," Ace tried to explain, watching him tug clothes on and pick up the things she had put on the counter.


"As if I couldn't deactivate a house arrest bracelet without you knowing I did it," she muttered, crossing her arms and glaring at him.


She gave him her best scowl as he scrambled for his keys and told her where to find his number. Yeah, because that was going to be reallyfuckinghelpful. He'd probably end up calling here instead when he realized that he didn't have the faintest idea where he was going. She hadn't decided if she'd pick up the phone yet or not.


Probably not, since the twit wasn't paying attention.


"Marce!" she demanded, but he had already walked out the door.


Don't touch anything..


"Yeah right," she muttered, going into his bedroom and taking his number out, Not even glancing at it, she stuffed it into the back pocket of her.. Wait, she wasn't wearing shorts. Rolling her eyes, she tugged some on and took care of the phone number. She tugged her hoodie on over her shirt and grabbed her bag, taking it with her out to the living room and pulling out a small netbook.


Oh, how she missed her wall of monitors..

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:21 pm

The Bureau wasn't far away, but by the time Marce arrived, the areas was swarming with police. There was no sign of Alex and no one had seen anything. Marce made a disgusted frown at the police filing around where they normally didn't belong. They could take their badges and tight pants back to their jurisdiction. They weren't there to help find Alex. They were only there to give the reporters filing around Bob and other BAD ops something to stress about. He didn't bother to turn the car off when he trotted up the steps to the entrance two at a time. Only one cop managed to stop him before recognizing that he was Marce Jove and letting him go with a whispered apology. That was a record.

"I should have kept that bastard Palon alive. I should have made him tell me where the rest of them were. You know I should h--"

"There isn't any evidence that the Merenzo's have her."
Bob interrupted without even bothering to look Marce directly in the eye. Smart move.

"Screw evidence. You just told me 'they' had her."

"Because that's the only way I believe Faulkner could be side blinded, for fuck's sake."
He managed to scare away another one of the reporters away with a piercing glare. Marce looked around at the crowd and the other police. Other agents were on their way. Only more questions that won't have a golden answer.

"We need to get to the lot. Maybe she left something behind. A note, an address, anything."he noted knowing that Alex left nothing but a pool of blood from her hand. Bob didn't question Marce and the two of them broke away from the sea of people to the lot on the back end of the building. Marce looked down at the clock on his phone. Alex had been gone for an hour and Ace had spent a half hour in his house. Fear for the two of them bubbled in his chest. Alex in the hold of those Merenzo's and Ace without him to protect her.

Get over it, Jove. She's not a fucking baby. The two of them made it to the lot and pulled out the tiny flashlights attached to their belt loops. Bob was the first to turn his on. The first thing the light hit was a man standing erect, both hands at his sides, more statue like than human. As his friend, Marce had to hold the man's red-rimmed eyes in a solid contact. Bob's words must have left him too for no one said anything, waiting for Bryson to speak up first.

When he did croak out something, Marce almost wished he hadn't.

"I left her. I never should have left her." How strangely familiar the feeling was to Marce.

How strangely familiar.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:22 pm

Apparently being thrown down stairs, shot at, submerged, thrown around, and half crushed is bad for computers.


Who knew?


It wouldn't start. Ace hurled it across the room and watched the top crack against the wall. The wall was fine, so if Marce complained she'd just beat him with the useless hardware. She stood and started pacing, thinking hard.


Why was she still standing here?


She knew where that woman was, and she knew perfectly well what was going to happen to her if Marce didn't find her. Since he had left before she could even give him directions, she was also aware that he would probably have to full-on search. There wasn't time for that kind of cop crap. The Merenzos didn't share the same interest in grown women as they did in female children. As there had been no ransom note - that Marce mentioned, anyway - then there was only one reason the woman had been taken. Revenge. A message. A warning. She was going to die and her body would be found, likely, on BAD's front steps in a few days.


Shaking her head, Ace went into Marce's room and opened his closet. Taking one of his belts, she looped it on and secured it tightly so that it would hold a gun on either side snugly. Spare clips went in her hoodie pockets, the third gun tucked in her bra.

The things she did for people..


She flipped over one of the papers that Marce had left and scrawled out an address on it, in case he came home. Leaving it there on the counter, she left the building, locking the door behind her.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:27 pm

Marce knew exactly what he was doing. He was a Bureau of American Defense op and would have made a swell cop if the road to his career was paved differently. He could find a hay and a needlestack if he had to. He leaned over the hood of his car once he, Bob, and a dazed Bryson made it out of the throng of people cluttered around the entrance. In front of him was a map of the area, a route trailing from Alex's drive from the pet store, Tiffany's house, and finally to the lot. The three of them tried to see if there were any suspicious back routes or institutions that may have been placed board line on the route. So far, no dice. The police and FBI agents were gathered around the entrance. Most of the reporters had gone home for their lunch, so the roads were nearly empty.

"This will take days," an officer complained in a whisper to his partner. He happened to look across the car at Bryson and immediately regretted the comment.

"What about her car?" a detective standing next to Bob asked. "If it was here the whole time, then what did she drive?"

"Mine." Bryson spoke up in the same cracked tone. It was a wonder anyone heard a word he said.

"You BAD sure like to switch around cars, don't you?"another officer asked. This time, it was Bob's glare that made him piss his pants. Marce looked over the route again, but his mind wasn't all there. It was on Ace and what she may have been doing. Probably throwing toilet paper around his dining room as a surprise present when he returned to his house. He did note the angry frown when he told her to stay. A sinking feeling drained over his spine when he remembered something. This wasn't just a woman annoyed at having an order given to her. This was Reflection, the woman who knew everything about everyone and their grandmothers. The curses stayed inside his head.

"She could have parked the car inside one of these buildings," a young detective piped up. "The ones to the east are boarded up, but theirs gap enough to squeeze a car through. Trust me, I got a lot of smuggling stops from this place." Marce listened to everyone discuss where Bryson's car may have been hidden. He paid them no mind, looking at the map and noticing the bold black ink of Alex's last trail. Strange. She had to back track to take Tiffany home when the office was first. She literately had to pass the Bureau to get to Tiffany's. Why didn't she just go to the office and get her car first? Marce shook his head, feeling as though he was grasping at straws, but desperate to have an answer.

"Bryson. Where is your house? Isn't it on this strip?"Marce asked, pointing a finger to Alex's route that was double bold to show her back track. He had to ask the question again for Bryson to shake out of his post-trauma and look at the map.

"Yeah. Right behind the silver gate of wire fence on 70th street. Right here."he said, pointing his finger a couple of centimeters away from Marce's.

"Were you home an hour and a half ago?"

"No. I stayed at a friend's after I dropped her off at his place and let her take the keys."
Marce's breathing quickened before he darted his eyes at Bryson, ignoring the mumbling of one of the cops. Let Bob handle them.

"Has she visited you before?" Bryson's face turned in annoyance and impatience.

"Are you interrogating me?"

"Has she visited you before?" Marce asked again in the same tone and volume. Bob caught wind of the conversation and looked Bryson up and down, eyes lingering on the boy's somber face longer than anything. It was clear on his face that Alex Faulkner wasn't just a partner to that boy.

"No. Never." Marce rolled up the map and hopped inside his car, not bothering to explain anything. Bob made sure every cop in the vicinity was on alert, but following Marce Jove to Bryson's house was to be their main priority. It was the only lead he had.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:29 pm

Ace stuck to the sidewalk for the first block, then ducked out of sight into an alleyway when she saw a cop car go by toward Marce's office. How many were there? The whole city? Leaving things unguarded.. Other things would be sliding.. She scowled and continued on her path, scrambling up a fire escape to the roof of a set of apartment buildings. Walking along determinedly, she followed the slope of one roof to the next, crossing three blocks in under five minutes.


Time mattered now. She might already be dead.


"Stop thinking like that. Did hanging around a BAD op for too long make you soft? No. Relax. It's not like you haven't had to break out before," she muttered to herself, swinging down a fire escape and landing almost silently. A shame that she hated the government. She might have been a rather good cop - or at the very least, an investigator.


You want dirt on a peasant in Russia? Sure thing, give her an hour.


She smirked and paused at the end of the alley, taking a few deep breaths. How long had it been? Too long. Her eyes flicked across the street. Let's see.. those two vehicles were theirs. One manned, the other not. Two by the door and there would be another four inside. Factoring in a possible visitor left her with a rough ten bodies within two minutes of going in the front door. After that it was a matter of finding the woman, grabbing her, and leaving.


Simple.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:30 pm

Bryson was quiet the entire way to his house. He occupied his time staring out of a window with a distant, far off look in his eyes. There was nothing of interest out of there; just that he had to keep quiet or he may have burst into tears. For a young boy, Bryson was strong and confident. Recon was what he did best and why not? Setting a couple of coordinates and directions, letting Marce know where everything and everybody was at all times. Marce once remembered commenting that he wanted to learn from Reflection. That "she obviously has 'eyes on' everywhere." She was a Recon Goddess. Back then, Marce scoffed at the thought of Reflection getting anything other than a bullet in their head, let alone praise. Now the thought just made him think about Ace and what she was doing. He checked his phone every 2 minutes it seemed, as if expecting for her to call and curse him out over leaving her there. That was better than nothing.

He wheeled the car off the corner of 70th street and past a strong of nicely constructed houses. The occasional house had a dingy, broken look, much like Arch's apartment, just not as bad. Marce remembered asking Bryson why he decided to stay somewhere with that kind of atmosphere. Bryson simply replied that he had always lived there. Somethings just couldn't be let go.

"So she visited him to see him and found out she wasn't here, then kept on moving to the Bureau."

"That's my guess and the best guess we've got so far."
Marce answered. He parked the car on the side of the curb as quietly as he could, making sure that noise was down to a minimum. He wasn't saying that anyone was in Bryson's house, but there could have been. Alex and Bryson's relationship had so many twists and turns. It was a wonder why none of them confessed their feelings yet. One look over to Bryson and how white his face was compared to how red the rims of his eyes were said it all. Marce didn't need to be a Love Doctor to figure it out. It was never good to fall in love in that kind of field, especially with your own partner. Too many risks and dangers. Too much paranoia. Marce was doing good.

"They're setting up perimeter. More men on the way." Bryson chided in. Still doing recon even at the state. Police cars barricaded 70th street.

"Tell them, no sirens, no lights." Marce said to Bob before walking towards Bryson's house. He slowly walked down the alley, studying the doors on the left while Bryson followed, eyeing the units to the right. Bob stayed in the car for information coming in and out from the officers. If Marce and Bryson so much as whistled for back up, all the cops on the street would bombard through the door, guns raised. The higher apartments to his left were big enough to drive a truck through, like the detective said. Marce and Bryson made note of two cars nestled tightly between the open space between the apartments and Bryson's two story home. That must have been them. Marce had almost reached the side door of Bryson's house when he saw a sliver of light peeking beneath the side door. He moved closer, straining to hear sounds.

There was a clang from a metal stair case above him that he paid no attention to.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:31 pm

If Marce could see her now..


Ace had doubled back down the alley and looped around a few buildings, crossing with a group and making her way down the side of the street that she needed. She stayed behind a couple of people who were walking and chattering until they turned off down a different street to head to the shops, which forced her to take cover along the buildings and occasionally behind a car. It was appallingly easy to get close to this place - then again, she looked like an unarmed girl who only planned to walk by. Why bother stopping her?


If Marce was here.. He'd probably crap a goat.


Oh well, it was his friend she was after. He should be grateful.


The next part would be tricky. If she shot the man in the car through a window, the noise would alert the two in front of the door. Plus, if she shot at the wrong angle, they'd see the blood splatter. She had no intention of alarms going off sooner than she wanted them too. So, she weighed her choices. Taking out two men standing outside without cover would be just as fast as killing a man in a car. The one in the car was smoking. Left handed. He'd likely step out before taking a shot, giving her that second to turn and blow his brains out before he drew his weapon.


After casually glancing both ways down the street to make sure nobody worth worrying about was watching, she strolled along the sidewalk openly. It must be nice to be a cop, she realized. Wearing a vest that would save your life instead of just walking along in a hoodie and hoping nobody looked too closely. As she was getting ready to pass the Merenzo place, she heard the two by the door laughing about something. Wondering absently what was funny in a place like this, she pulled the gun from the right side of her belt and shot them both in the forehead before they had recognized what she was even holding.


Ew, that made a mess on the door.


Turning, she watched the man in the car shout and scramble out. Predictable. She waited for him to stand, then shot him in the left eye. Sometimes she almost wished things would be more surprising. Maybe she should live on the edge more and go around killing people without a silencer. That'd be interesting.. How far would she get? Halfway through town? It was a curious thought. One that kept her occupied as she strolled up the front steps and pulled the kerchief from one of the dead men's jacket pockets to clean off the door handle and turn it. No sense getting brains on her fingers.


Inside, she took a moment to look around. Small lobby, four Merenzo's. They really should change up their formula a little bit since it obviously wasn't working. To her dismay there were indeed visitors - four of them. That meant her estimate was wrong. She sighed and picked off the Merenzo's first, ignoring the shot that grazed by her wrist close enough to draw blood. Well, that could have been a lot more painful. She took the guests out next, having to switch to her second gun for the last one, then surveyed her work and added a fresh clip to the emptied gun. Eleven down and no alarm raised yet. Hm.


Getting an idea, she pulled out her phone and took a picture of the room that had blood, brains and bodies splattered everywhere. She sent it to Marce after pulling his number out of her pocket, and decided to see if he'd open it after reading the subject that she put it in: 'In case you were wondering what I do to entertain myself when you're not around.'


Sliding her phone back in her pocket, she smirked and strolled into the hallway.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:34 pm

Badooding!

Marce and Bryson both froze in their steps when Marce's text message tone rung softly outside the door to Bryson's house. It wasn't loud enough for anyone inside to detect, but between the two operatives, it was the loudest thing for miles around. Bryson slid Marce a look that said 'Don't-you-even-dare-check-a-fucking-text-message-at-a-time-like-this.' As if he needed some reminder. The two of them took one step towards the door, their handguns in a white knuckled grip as they framed the doorway. A man's muffled voice was low and threatening, but Marce couldn't make out what he was saying. Then he heard a scream...Alex's scream.

Bryson shot the lock on his own door and Marce kicked the door in, racing inside. They both took the scene in all at once: broken and shattered glass everywhere, a beam of light flashing through the otherwise darkened dining room. The beam was aimed directly at Alex. Her short crop of brown hair was matted with something sticky that Marce assumed to be blood. She was on her knees on the floor, hands prickled in the shattered glass underneath her. A Merenzo, in the shadows, stood over her holding a metal bar. He was swinging it down on her when Marce shot him.

One shot wasn't enough. The bullet hit him square in the chest, but he just didn't go down. He staggered back, gained his balance, and went to lunge for Alex again. It took two more bullets, one from Marce and Bryson each, to stop the swing in mid air before he crumpled to the ground in a shadowed heap next to Alex. Bryson shot twice more, running towards Alex and grabbing her arm, throwing her behind him. He knelt beside Alex and saw the blood on the side of her face.

"Alex, open your eyes. Look at me." Marce saw the second shadow move just in time. He looked up to see a shadow move between the hallway of the dining room towards the kitchen. With lightening speed, he threw himself in front of Bryson and Alex and fired. The shadow darted out and wildly returned fire. Marce emptied his clip and reached for another in the snug curve of his right breast. The shadow had ammo enough to continue the firing, none of the shots hitting anything. One bullet grazed Alex's stomach, but she was already in too much pain to convulse to more.

"I've got him. Get her out of here."Marce ordered towards Bryson. He fired once more and moved in front of the two, closer to the shadow figure. They heard a click and knew the bastard's weapon was empty now.

"Alright, alright. I'm putting the gun down. Don't shoot. I'm done. I surrender." The voice was strangely calm and tranquil for a man who was two seconds away from death. The shots that reverberated through Bryson's house brought the cops flooding in, a couple huddling around Bryson and Alex while the others zipped to the shadow Merenzo. Marce looked away from the shadow mound to pull out his phone.

'In case you were wondering what I do to entertain myself when you're not around.'

Marce looked down at the picture with his jaw clenching. He thought to send a text back telling her in vivid detail what he would do if she was not in that house when he came there, but he thought against it, slipping the phone back into his pocket before walking out of Bryson's damaged house. Bob was awaiting him, slapping him on the shoulder when Marce was close enough.

"Good fucking work there. You could be a cop, you know that, Jove?"

"Oh yeah? Guess who'd be my first arrest?"
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:56 pm

After meeting no resistance in the hallway, Ace made her way up the stairs in the back. If she was right, the woman would be on the third floor in the room that they kept for prisoners and hostages. However, if Alex was already dead, then she would be doing this for nothing. That would be irritating, especially since Marce was probably already a little upset about the text. He hadn't responded yet. Maybe he hadn't gotten it.


She stopped on the second floor landing and looked around. Nobody. This was too easy.. Frowning, she went up to the third floor. Why wasn't anybody here? She scanned the rooms absently. Well, Alex wasn't here, but neither was anybody else. There were no guards, no lackeys, nobody. It was dead quiet, but not in a tense way. She tapped the gun in her hand against her chin. There had been guards outside and inside, yet not a soul in the hallways or rooms. No voices, nothing.


Wait.


What about what she had been thinking of earlier? All of the cops in the city were concentrated in one spot, meaning.. The Merenzo's could move and nobody would notice.


"Fuck," she groaned, realizing they had switched residences again.


Now she'd have to track them and waste an afternoon. They would have never done this if Alex was actually here, which meant she'd been wrong. Well.. At least she had killed a few people. She grimaced and hopped out the window, taking the back fire escape down as she grumbled to herself. No point in going out the front door in case any pedestrians had stopped to stare at the dead bodies she had left outside.


Maybe she could even get home before Marce and pretend she'd had that picture in her phone already, and hadn't really left.


Somehow, she doubted it.

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:01 am

He looked at the picture 4 more times before he concluded that the bloody mass of body were Merenzo's. The darkened skin of the bodies strewn on the floor gave it away. That, and the greasy hair. Why did all Italians put buckets of tar on their heads all the time? Maybe it was a Merenzo kind of thing. When he looked closer at the pictures, he frowned. Those were a lot of Merenzo's to be in Georgia. Decatur, Georgia, at that. The exact city of the Georgian BAD, he, and Ace. He'd have to do something about that. He'd ask Ace why they were there and what they were hoping to accomplish by being in the state of the Bureau. He had a lot of questions for her, alright.

Ace was wheeled to the same hospital he and Ace were in only 2 days ago. The clerks exchanged glances when the three of them walked in. Apparently they thought Bryson, Alex, and Marce were going to be regulars for a while until the Merenzo thing mulled over. Still, the sight of Alex made them bite their tongues and stroll her to a room on the second floor, giving her transfusions of blood that she lost in the room since her kidnapping. Alex slipped in and out of consciousness, trying desperately to explain to both he and Bryson about what happened. She never got passed dropping Tiffany at her home before her eyes lolled in the back of her head. They didn't need to know the information. Their first priority was making sure that she'd be alright.

Once in the room, Marce relayed that anything Bryson found out from her when she woke up must be told to Marce first, since he had Ace in his home to see if information was correct or not. After that, Bob would be the next to be notified. He'd make the next strategy in the plan to stop them in their tracks. Bryson nodded absentmindedly the entire time Marce filled him in on the next actions. He never took his eyes off of Alex except for once, when Marce grabbed his keys and walked to the door.

"Marce?"

"Yeah."

"How do you think we'll stop them? You know...they're everywhere, aren't they? Those girls?"
Marce nodded at him.

"Yeah, they are. But just like Kelly and Alex, we'll get them back."

"Not all of them though, huh?"

"I don't know."

"Anything you do know, Captain?"

"That the more questions you ask, the less answers you're gonna get."

"You got that from a fortune cookie, didn't you?"

"Yeah."


Marce made it to his house at 3:21 after buying a Red Bull. He hated the drink to hell but he had one hell of a morning. He stepped out of the car he parked a ways away from his front door. If Ace was looking for his Nissan before she walked in the house, she'd need a map. He looked at the door and twisted it, remembering he left it unlocked. Locked. Real smooth, Grace. After digging through his pockets, he shoved his key in and opened the door, looking around the house. Empty. Not the way he left it. He through the keys on the counter and tossed the notepad and other items to the couch again, not even bothering to lock the door. She'd be back.

For the meantime, he walked to his room, eyes falling on the outfit Ace was in last night. Once his eyes hit it, he went directly back into the image of her stripping away from them, eyes set directly into his. Why he felt generous enough to respect her wishes, he had no idea. It wasn't like she didn't want him. If she didn't, then why put him in silk boxers? He shifted in his shoes, feeling the silk run over his legs. Why was he still wearing them? Marce made his way into the bathroom, taking off his clothes before running the hot water for the shower. He stood into the shower, smiling to himself while he ran his fingers through his soaked black hair.

He hoped she brought milk on her way home.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:53 am

Wandering through shadowed alleyways and mostly-empty streets as she made her way back to Marce's, Ace had a lot of time to think. At first her mind was occupied entirely with thoughts of the Merenzo problem. They had moved, and her assumption was because they knew she was with Marce, which meant they were aware of the possibility of BAD learning some sensitive information. However, she wasn't conceited enough to think that she was the only reason. The Merenzo morons didn't know just how much information she had. If they did, they would have hunted her down before all of this. So there was another reason that they had moved.


But what was it?


She frowned and set aside those thoughts for now, turning onto Marce's street. If he had found Alex, there was a chance he might be home. A glance at her phone told her that he hadn't responded. Maybe he took it as a joke. Hm. Maybe he hadn't found Alex yet and was still out searching. A cop passed, one that wasn't in a hurry. There were no sirens anymore. She figured BAD had found the woman. Hopefully alive.


Which meant Marce might be home.


As she got closer to the apartment, she saw Marce's car. Shit. She frowned and went up the steps, then blinked as she found the door unlocked. Slipping in silently, she closed the door and looked around. She heard the shower and a grin slowly spread on her lips. Well, he was probably going to kill her anyway. She wandered down to the bathroom and stepped inside without bothering to knock. Perching on the sink, she grinned to herself and crossed her legs.


"Leaving your front door unlocked while you're in the shower? A rookie mistake, Marce.."

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:54 am

"I lock it when I feel threatened, dear." he responded. He didn't hear the front door open and close because of the water running down on his head. The only sound in his ears was a waterfall of droplets from the shower head. He added a small dab of shampoo to his hair, running his fingers through his scalp and around his ears, making sure his entire head was covered. It was warm and the stroking of his fingers made it worth the afternoon. Whatever headache that may have been blooming in his head was long gone. He heard the bathroom door open and a smile crept on his lips. The water dripped on the lather that swelled on his head, down his body, and down the drain pipe.

"You know what I'm about to say, don't you? Or do I have to humor you by telling you anyway?"he asked. He paused for a moment to allow Ace to speak before turning around, letting the water hit his back while he added conditioner to his hair.

"I told you to stay here and not to leave the house. Not only did you do both of those things, but you killed, what?, how many people? You're not Batman, Ace. Someone can waltz into that building and find some trace of you in the scene. One little drop or sweat or a piece of hair and you're away for murder. No, but I have to be the bad guy by looking out for you and telling you to stay here, don't I? I just won't let you have your fun, will I?"he asked, rubbing the soap covered towel across his chest with, opening his eyes to look up at the ceiling.

"It's not enough that you killed them, but I bet you didn't even clean after your mess. Do you want to go to jail? I'm curious, Ace. I am."he sighed and let the water run over him, smiling while he looked down at the water gathered around his feet. He'd might as well say what he wanted to. "Nice job. They're one less problem I need to worry about." He sighed outwardly and looked at his cerulean shower curtain with a smirk.

"I hope you're wearing a blind fold."he cooed, pulling back the curtain very...very slowly.
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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:56 am

"You feel safe with me? That's sweet of you."


Ace grinned to herself and leaned back a little against the wall, keeping her perch on the edge of the sink as she gazed at the shower curtain. The temptation to stand up and peek over the rod was strong, but she ignored it. Now wasn't the time for that. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and mouthed blah blah blah as Marce started to scold her.


"Humor me," she replied flippantly, sticking her tongue out at the shower curtain.


As he obliged her request, she sighed. He was right, of course. Marce Jove, master of being right at the worst of times. She should make him a list sometimes of all the titles she had given him since they met. It might amuse him. She was perfectly aware, of course, that the massacre could be traced to her. It also didn't escape her mind that BAD would probably keep her out of jail until the girls were all back home. If not, she didn't really care.


It hadn't been one of her conditions to not be jailed.


She was going to respond to his curiosity when he went on to say that she had done a nice job. Blinking in shock at the compliment, she smirked and cocked an eyebrow at his neck comment as she watched the curtain twitching. There was no way he would actually.. Wait. Considering last night, maybe he would. She was sorely tempted to find out, but not right now. Instead, she hurled a clean towel over the curtain and hoped it landed on his head.


"Why would I wear a blindfold when there's nothing in here that I don't want to see?" she asked, hopping down off the sink and tugging off her hoodie.


She set her guns and spare clips on the counter, then slipped off her shoes and shorts and leaned against the wall as she waited for him. It was just too hard not to grin, so she didn't bother holding it in.


"Leave the shower on, I want one. I think I got some Merenzo on my hands."

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PostSubject: Re: Track Ops: Reflection   Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:53 am

Marce got a face full of fabric before he got the chance to pull back the curtain. Nervous as a schoolgirl. Who would have thought, Ace? He decided that her bashful nature would do just as fine as actually looking would have done. He didn't need her to do anything more than that. It was enough knowing that she feared the sight of him. A smile on his face, Marce wrapped the towel around his lower body before pulling the curtain back anyway. He looked dead at her the moment he did, not even bothering to hide the smile.

"Something tells me that having remnants of other men covering you is not a rare thing."he said, passing her by to grab a smaller bath towel, lying it on the floor where the water from his feet had gathered. "You might want to wait a few minutes. I think I used all the hot water waiting for you to come home." There was steam still billowing around his body. Droplets of water snaked their way down his body and eventually soaked into the towel that was wrapped around his waist line. The afternoon was still early, but Marce was not going to leave the house. It wasn't his day off and he should have been at his office, but getting Alex back had screwed up that schedule. Instead, he'd work with Ace from the house.

"Speaking of that, where were you, anyway? Was it at least somewhere where the gunshots couldn't be heard by the public? Silencer or not, Ace, a shot is a shot." He closed his mouth and looked back at her from the doorway of the bathroom. Unlike her, he'd give her some space while she showered and not because he was feeling generous. Marce just had a low resistance. He snaked his fingers through his hair and slicked it back, though a damp strand or two still bent over his brow.

"No. Don't tell me. It was somewhere everyone would notice, wasn't it?"he asked, barely giving her a chance to answer before he pulled his body away from her, groaning.

"Ace."he groaned, muffling his face with one hand. "You're like Thing 1 and Thing 2; always doing the exact opposite of what I say. 'Stay low, Ace.' 'Oh, did you say flaunt myself in public with a gun on my hip? Sure!' 'Don't leave the house, Ace.' 'Oh, you mean kill about 12 men? You got it!' What is with you?"he snapped, facing back to her with a confused glare. Then, it hit him. It was a stupid thought and would sound stupider out loud, but it was a possiblity.

"...You're suicidal, aren't you?"
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