Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Rebecca was silent as the officers took a hold of the situation, but she didn??t pay much attention as her mind was racing. Any escape attempt at the current moment would lead to death or worse and Rebecca wasn??t quite willing to take that risk. What she needed were opportunities?and the freedom of speech with the right people. Now that she was in the Government??s Claws, she might find herself in a better position to retrieve information than before. There. Every cloud had it??s silver lining now, didn??t it? Then she saw George appear with his armed escort, looking up at her with large confused eyes. Well that was no difference. He probably spent half of his life being confused. Rebecca returned the gaze with a stony stare, one that betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Though her eyes followed him and the cop as orders were carried out and she didn??t even flinch at the gun shot, nor at George??s previous pitiful sobs for his life. ??Tut tut?you do like to make mess, don??t you?? she said sarcastically to the man donned in black before her. She sounded confidant and looked confidant and unfazed but her stomach churned and for a moment she was sure she was going to be sick. Rebecca had seen death earlier in her career, when stationed in war zones but it was one thing the observe death and another thing to cause it. Slowly, she raised her hands in the air beside her head as she walked slowly towards the man before her, her heels clicking on the ground as she did. She kept her hands raised as she came closer to him, a smirk on her face as she leaned in to speak with him directly, although not so close that they were touching. Rebecca was being very careful, slow and deliberate with her movements so they couldn??t accidentally on purpose kill her because she was ??assaulting? the Detective. ??But trust me?I will know what they??re covering up- and so will everyone else. Just you being here proves that they do have a?particular secret. A secret they will soon share with myself and the people they pretend to serve.? Rebecca raised an eyebrow. There was no threat or malice in her voice, just challenge. ??Oh my, how generous.? she interrupted tartly when he told her she wasn??t about to get shot. She felt an someone tug her arms around her back and then the cool metal against her skin but she paid it no mind, instead keeping her cold blue eyes locked on the Detective. ??If you class the British public as terrorists, that would be a fitting charge.? she shrugged. She doubted what he was describing could happen instantly so she wondered what would be happening to her during the time they awaited the ??official? orders. Hopefully she??d be spending more time with the man before her she??d love to see his face when she extracted something from his mouth that shouldn??t have been said. ??Hm. It??s a good thing I don??t want sunlight then, isn??t it? Just information.? she countered. ??But I have the legal right to be told who exactly is conducting my arrest. You know, just in case you make a foul cock up that then allows me to sue you, your staff and your motherfucking grandkids for all I care?? she said, smiling sweetly. Amy watched the brown-noser leave before sighing and rubbing her temples. Everything was turning out just great wasn??t it. She??d have to stick it out here for a few months before she could even think of applying for a re-assignment. If worse came to worse of it, Amy would claim every goddamn thing she was entitled to for her injury, and hope some of it included extended leave or compensation. She retrieved her towel from her bag and threw it over her shoulder and began walking in the general direction of the showers. The communal showers. Everything just seemed to go from bad to worse. She had had communal showers before but in the end she was slipping out whenever she could, at ridiculous times just to avoid the men and their fucking staring. She was insecure enough as it is without having them watch her tits like they did the television. She found herself in the company of two soldiers, noting gladly that they were of the same rank she was. ??Piss off, mate.? her tone was more of a ??can??t-be-fucked-anymore? than a agitated one. She continued to walk ahead. Her ponytail would have swaying in time with her hips if it weren??t for the slight limp of hers. She paused in her tracks and looked at the soldiers, noting the direction they had come from. ??Say, have you two boys just been dealing with the Pole in the interrogation room?? she asked as they reached the showers. ????cause I??m gonna need the keys.? . Outside the shower block, Amy felt dread build in her stomach but without hesitation, she undressed. Beneath the khaki one-piece and black top, her underwear wasn??t very interesting. A plain black bra supporting those gigantic breasts and a pair of red and white stripe knickers. All of this came off to reveal a curvaceous, sun kissed body. Her waist curved inwards for a defined hourglass shape and her arse and hips being of equal proportion to her tits. Every inch of her was toned from constant drills and whatnot. She had her fair share of markings like little moles and freckles but also scars, the most prominent being the one that was the source of her limp. It was large and mutilated like it had been caused by an acid of fire. It was on the outside of her right leg, reaching from mid thigh across her knee and halfway down her calf. Without so much as a backward glance, Amy limped into the showers, purposely choosing one in the middle of a wall and not in a corner. She pressed the button to let the water cascade down onto her flesh. Cold. Surprise, surprise.