Thread: Lara Croft's Amazon Adventure (Celebstars & DeRe)

When his handlers at Corporate Solutions handed him a bodyguard mission, Hansen frowned even harder than usual. The hardened killer despised babysitting runs their glacial pace and measured diplomacy went against everything the Cape Town native believed in. Aged 40, the blond blue-eyed mercenary had been handsome once, but nearly two decades of fighting in the African sun left him with a missing eye and a burned face. The former was hidden with an eyepatch, the latter he proudly flaunted in order to shock and intimidate - two things he loved doing. A veteran of the SADF and the Foreign Legion, he had been expelled from both for cruelty and excesses in the field. Nonetheless this hadn't stopped CS, a private military contractor which was prepared to pay him twice as much for half the work of a regular squaddie. In fact his ruthless and penchant sadism were perhaps the very reason he was hired. Despite the generous paycheck he had been disappointed to find work with CS was often more tedious than regular forces life. Weeks of guarding compounds in Iraq, or escorting diamond shipments in his native South Africa, began to drive him mad with boredom. He had volunteered for the Brazil mission just to escape the tedium, even if it pissed him off immensely. According to the brief, a team of British explorers where heading into the Amazon in search of the long-lost Colonel Fawcett and the supposed city he was seeking. It sounded insane enough to be exciting. For support CS had sent along two other operators for support. One was an old colleague of Hansen's from his Legion days, a Swede called Verth. He was an expert killer, and at over 6' 5 was more than capable of shouldering most of the gear. Hansen respected his aggression and focus, even considering the giant Hansen himself was 5' 10 a rare friend. That was more than could be said for Rafel, the other operator. Half-Amazon Indian, he was ex-Brazilian border guard and fluent in numerous indigenous languages as well as being totally at home in the jungle. Hansen, a staunch racist, despised Rafel and made little effort to hide it, repressing his bigotry only for the sake of the mission. It wasn't until after they landed at the main camp and waited for a few days that they met their clients. Upon the team's arrival, Hansen's expectations of a dull babysitting op quickly disappeared. The two women in the team were hardly his idea of archaeologists. The older one at least looked professorial, but the younger seemed like she was better suited to a fashion shoot than a jungle dig. The men seemed distinctly civilian, ill at ease in the heat and raucous chaos of the Amazon. One of them appeared to be the younger woman's boyfriend or husband, which gave Hansen a potent twinge of jealousy. Never mind. he thought as he licked his cracked lips, it's better when they have to be taken forcefully anyway... After the team had disembarked, the trio of mercs moved in to greet them. Hansen watched as the young woman came towards him, swinging her hips with a casual swagger that suggested real skill in the bedroom. Her beautiful young body was lithe and taunt, and she obviously seemed to enjoy displaying it. Despite the few clothes she was wearing, Hansen took a few moments to quite blatantly undress her with his eyes. When she introduced herself, he met her gaze with a steady coldness. Hansen. He said flatly. Didn't know they let girls do this kind of job. You a hooker they bought along?