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Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

The Ranch, as the team has taken to calling the abandoned bunker they've currently requisitioned as their base of operations, is really just an old bunker that once served troops during the Cold War, but has long since been abandoned and forgotten. The team has set the place up to serve as both a living quarters and a rally point, in case they get scattered and need to regroup. Being out in the countryside and away from prying eyes makes it the perfect hideout for a group of soldiers on hostile ground. While, technically, Russia might not be considered enemy territory in general, there has been a faction on the rise that has quickly been gaining the interest of the people. This faction, calling themselves the Crimson Dawn, has one primary goal. They want to restore the USSR and reestablish its dominance in the Eastern Hemisphere, not to mention they wouldn't mind 'American Trash' a bit of payback for playing a large role in the crumbling their beloved empire. The Ranch has been divided into sections, all serving a specific purpose. The communications center allows them to keep in touch with the friendlies across the border, using encrypted messages, and at the same time allows them to receive enemy transmissions, and often just a bunch of useless chatter, and on occasion some idiot having phone sex with his girlfriend on an unsecured line. The barracks, of course, is where the team sleeps when they're at the bunker, being little more than a few cots scattered about with old footlockers serving as storage for their personal effects. The leader, Ace, even sleeps here with the rest of them, often saying The team that sleeps together grows together. Of course some of the team members may have taken his meaning a bit differently than he intended... The storage area is where the team keeps most of their supplies, along with equipment they have either brought along, or have managed to 'requisition' John insists that 'stealing' is such a harsh word and simply has no finesse to it over the course of their mission, having been there for a month already. A section of the bunker has also been converted into a medical bay of sorts, although a rather crude one, where wounds are treated when received. Most of the team members tend to try and avoid going there if they can, however, since the medic tends to be a bit of a psychopath and apparently is just as willing to test her new 'truth' serum cocktails on team members as she is on enemies. Finally, a small area of the Ranch has been set up for practicing personal combat, with a few makeshift training dummies and an area for sparring with a partner. Outside the bunker, a few targets have also been set up for marksmanship practice, though a rule has been implemented that one can only practice with a silencer to keep from giving away their position, just in case enemy troops might be coincidentally nearby. Whether they love it or hate it, the Ranch is currently 'home' for the team, and living in close quarters does get a little stressful from time to time. They usually manage to find ways to deal with it and ease the tension, however...
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

Walking into the compound after having been out on his own for a bit, scouting the grounds near the Ranch, as he did on a daily basis, Ace sighed to himself as he began to remove some of his equipment. First to go was the shoulder strap that held his twin 1911 Colt .45 pistols, tossing it onto the table near his bed as he sat on his cot. He then pulled the tieback from his hair to let it fall around his shoulders before running a hand through it to push some from his face. Looking around, seeing the barracks was empty at the moment, he felt a bit of relief. It was nice to have silence, given the chaos that usually encompassed the small compound. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he began to pull it off slowly, raising it over his head and tossing it aside, letting the cool air offer some comfort to a tightly muscled, somewhat scarred, and tattooed torso. Finally, after taking a few minutes to relax, he stood once more, heading for the area of the barracks where they had set up some showers, which were really little more than modified garden hoses being secured to the wall by brackets with some canvas pulled around them for a small measure of privacy. Grabbing a towel, he began to remove the rest of his clothes, starting with his boots, then the fatigues that covered his legs, finally getting out of them and stepping into the 'shower'. Reaching up, he turned on the water, jumping a bit from the cold liquid before it began to warm up, having set up a water heater for it to run through before coming through the nozzle. It was Russia, after all, which wasn't exactly a tropical paradise. The fact was, this damn place stayed cold enough to freeze the balls off a bull year round. That was just one more reason for people to complain, of course, but Ace never seemed to have much to say about it. Getting his hair wet, he reached for the soap and began to lather his head, then started on his neck and shoulders, working his way down. He had to wonder what the others were up to, but pushed the thought aside as he simply let the warm water soothe his tired muscles after hours of walking the hillsides around the compound. Even though they had managed to remain here undetected for a month, so far, he didn't take any chances, and patrolled every day just to be sure their position hadn't been compromised in any way, and to handle the situation if it had. For the moment, though, he was at ease, a state the team rarely ever saw him in, and not quite as alert as he normally would be.
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

There went Ace, walking into the compound following another lengthy patrol. Pew...pew pew pew, Reks whispered to himself, one eye squinted, one side of his face grinning, as he watched the unit leader through the reticle of his scoped pistol from nearly a field and a half away. Not that pistols were accurate at that distance. Not that he'd shoot anyway. Guard duty was boring, though, especially when it was self-imposed. But Reks had insisted on that, that at least someone be keeping an eye on the perimeter whenever possible. Being the one whose job it was to hang back from the group, typically alone, the boredom wasn't something he was a stranger to. This was just one way of amusing himself. Once Ace entered the compound the scoped pistol lowered. 'Longbow,' the precision expert of the group, sat up in a tree over by the shooting range. The targets had already been shot to shit and he didn't feel like hopping down yet to change them, opting instead just to lounge, bare back leaning against the thick tree trunk and both feet stretched out on one of its lower limbs, one ankle crossed over top the other. His rifle sat propped up against the trunk of the tree. His shirt hung from the barrel, and his vest and leather cap lay out on the ground beside it. His wasn't a body as fucking gorilla-like as the other members, but, eh, it didn't need to be he wasn't carrying around a retarded amount of firearms or breaching any heavy doors anytime soon. He was tone and he did have some solid definition to him, but at a buck-seventy he had more of a runners body, or maybe a swimmers. Or whatever you'd compare it to. Did constantly adapting, tactical combat snipers have their own category? If they did, that was it. Reks pulled the ruby red goggles from his forehead down back over his eyes. Sighing boredly, he held the pistol a foot or so in front of his face while slowly swinging his arm horizontally, surveying the treeline, then the hillside, and then the nearby dirt road. Seemed some people were returning from whatever they were out doing. He pulled the trigger, after centering the reticle at the head of one of them. Click. He snickered. Reks counted every last bullet he fired, always he knew the chamber was empty and the next clip still tucked in at his hip. Still, it amused him. A guy had to make his own entertainment when he spent so much time alone, watching the others' backs.
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

As one of the newer members of this rag-tag group Steve found himself wary and suspicious of the other members. He knew Ace was a good a leader, his reputation preceded him, but as for the others he was clueless. He contemplated this as counted down his push-ups inside the training area five, four three two one he leaped to his feet as if the ground he sprung from was a trampoline, twisted in the air, withdrawing one of his knives with his left hand and in a single motion hurled it at one of the target dummies. With a quick exhale, Steve approached his target tilting his head in an analytical way. Hmm, thats three in a row, maybe its better now Steve withdrew his blade from the throat of the dummy with his right while examining his left. He had broken it a few months back and was afraid it wasnt fully healed. But he would be damned to have the nurse check it out. That brought his mind back on the team. The girls were real lookers alright but had a spooky quality about them that promoted Steve's initial feeling of mistrust. Steve re-sheathed his knife into its proper place across the right side of his chest before unbuttoning his jacket. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand as he headed to a shed that doubled for a mess. A cold beer was what he was after. He pictured the rest of the day basking in what little sunlight there was, having a cold one and finishing his newly acquired book about Lao Zi. But his mind still wrestled with where he had found himself. How had he come to this place, why was he here, and what he had left behind. His mind raced through images of himself fighting for survival in the Hole for six months, telling the forces where to shove it when he quit ,and the most heartbreaking saying goodbye to his girlfriend who had no idea what he did or where he was. He reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a picture of her a beautiful girl with long blonde hair, cheeky smile and eyes that radiated innocence. Well six months here could rack me up a lot of money he thought as he desperately tried to justify his decision to join the group. He paused momentarily as he passed the medical bay hearing a crash followed by some sort of eerie scream from inside. Keep healthy keep healthy he kept telling himself as he continued on to quench his thirst and temporarily escape this extraordinary reality.
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

Alexia was hunched over her desk, quickly jotting down the notes of her new serum before hearing a random voice. She quickly put her finger up, signalling that she was busy for the minute and was not planning on responding. With the distraction she simply leaned down so her face was inches away from her notes. After a few minutes she put her pen down and then turned her seat towards the intruder. Just realizing it was her favorite woman out of the entire band of misfits that she was involved in, she jumped out of her seat with join and then hugged her. Alexia was taller than all of the females, standing at 5'10. She loved it, otherwise it would have been difficult to mash them into her generous cleavage. Sometimes she would get a little too carried away and the bandages would come loose, but she totally didn't mind. Ari...How are you today? She said, taking the young girl by the shoulders and looking her up and down. She almost forgot that she was wearing the gas mask still, otherwise she would have tried to place a kiss on her forehead as usual. As Ari's questions began to flow into her mine, a large grin spread on her face. Poor Ari, always walking in on the wrong moments. Perhaps the vapors alone would be enough to test her truth serum. She was doing anything wrong. Ace wouldn't be able to scold her for this. You're not feeling well? Oh no, please sit down. Don't mind the funny smell, its nothing dangerous. I'm just wearing this gas mask for fun. It was a terrible lie, but she didn't care. She backed Ari onto one of the two available beds, the only beds they had because really, a cot was not good for a recovering patient. She then grabbed one of her tiny flash lights and checked the dilation of her eyes. Hmm... She exclaimed, and then pulled over a rolling stand for all of the tools she needed to check her patients. After taking several notes of Ari's blood pressure, temperature, and heart rate, she put her notebook down and then sat next to her. She didn't think the vapors were enough to make them tell the truth, just influence them slightly to be honest. So Ari, did you see anything today that you wish you hadn't? She grinned at her innocently. Not that she could see the grin behind the gas mask, but still.
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

Mariam Star Mariam Star was outside of the compound in the snowy surroundings. She had her leather pants and jacket on, with her red bra under her jacket. Around that outfit though, she had a thicket winter coat, in black too, so that she was sure to keep the warmth while being outside. She had a smoke in her mouth and her hands in her pockets, looking around a little, taking in the surroundings, keeping her eyes open for any kind of movement that might have appeared in the area, but there were nothing there, thankfully. She took a drag of her smoke, without holding it, and blew out the smoke afterwards, shrugging a little. She closed her eyes for a moment and just listened to the silence that was outside of the compound, listening to the surroundings too, so peaceful, compared to how it had been inside the compound a few times after she had joined the group. She shook her head slightly and took another drag of her smoke, sighing a little. Flashback. She has taken the documents! Awaiting your orders! the other agent called over the radio as he was pursuing Mariam through the underground weapon facility. Shootz her! Make sure she doesn't get out of this facility alive! Yes sir! the agent answered and turned right at the next turn that Mariam had turned at too. Mariam growled a little and cursed under her breath, looking behind her at the agent that was running after her. Not only had she stolen documents, she had also stolen the gun she was holding, though that was months ago, they just hadn't realized that until now. 'Merde! Should have had better timing with this crap!' she thought to herself as she ran and turned left to run up some stairs that would lead towards an exit. Ending flashback. The flashback was abruptly ended when she felt snow fall down on her coat from a tree. She shook it off slightly and sighed a little, taking a final drag of her smoke before throwing it into the snow and putting it out, pushing some snow over it to hide it, in case someone came by here, though she didn't know who that would be really. She turned around and walked back over to the compound again, looking at it for a moment, she had hidden the documents in her small bag she had been travelling with when she joined the group, she could be in much greater danger if those were revealed, even if they pretended to be her friends, she didn't trust anyone, not yet at least. She walked into the place and into their sleeping room, she had to share one with the others for now, but she hoped to get her own room at some point. She took off her coat and boots, her leather jacket standing open so that her read bra could be seen. She sat down on the cot, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands going to her head, eyes closing, horrible images flashing by her eyes as she sat there in silence.
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

Ace had just finished drying off after his shower and had no sooner wrapped the towel about his waist when Ari entered and practically flung herself at him. Catching her reflexively, he blinked a few times. He didn't normally mind her showing affection toward him so much. She was kind of refreshing in her adolescent behavior. But he was wearing nothing but a towel, and it felt kind of awkward. Still, he managed to give her a light squeeze in response before she realized his condition and sprinted from the area. With a light shrug, he walked out into the main barracks once more, then paused. Wait, he said to himself. Explosion? With a groan, he turned to walk down the hallway toward the medical bay, having forgotten that he was dressed only in a towel, more concerned with what their medic was up to and just what she'd blown up this time. Damn girl, he muttered under his breath as he stormed down the hallway. More likely to die from her than an enemy bullet, he continued as he turned the corner and stormed through the med bay door. Alex! What the hell did you blow up this time? He paused, looking around the bay, seeing everything was in order, then blinked again. He was sure Ari had said there was an explosion, so either she was wrong, or Alex had simply gotten better at covering her tracks. He figured the latter was more likely. With a sigh, he started to leave, but caught sight of Ari on one of the beds and spun quickly, moving toward them to check her out. What did you do to her? Naturally his first thought was Alex testing one of her concoctions on the girl, his eyes moving up to stare at the gas mask. And why the hell are you wearing that...thing? His pause had been because of the sudden lightheaded feeling that washed over him briefly as he took a step back. Shaking his head a bit, he took a deep breath to steady himself, probably not the best move, but how was he to know that the air was now contaminated with another of the medic's cocktails? Looking to Alex again, he wanted to scold her, even if he didn't know just what he was scolding her for. It would probably be hard for her to take him seriously, though, given the tent that was forming in the front of his towel. Even worse, he didn't seem to notice, being too busy trying to regain his senses. What the...fuck...is going on in here?
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

The thing was, Alexia had never imagined that both of them would come. Usually no one ever came back here, but this must have been a twist of fate that karma had rewarded her with for all of her hard work. She was lucky to have the gas mask, because when Ace came in, she had a grin that reached from ear to ear. Sure, there was an unmistakable twinkle of mischief in those eyes of hers. She didn't want to be so obvious about it, however. Blow up? I didn't blow anything up. I just knocked over a couple of beakers. Did the glass breaking really sound like an explosion? She snickered, her voice sort of muffled by the presence of the gas mask. She wondered exactly how long it would take for a man of his size to be affected. It didn't take Ari but a few breaths to succumb to the vaporized aphrodisiac. And even Alex felt a little funny just by a minute without her gas mask. When Ace accused her about doing something to her own teammate, she pretended to have a hurt expression on her face. I didn't do anything to her, she just walked in and complained about feeling funny. And also, it's called a gas mask. I'm wearing it since the contents of my experimental truth serum seemed to have began releasing some sort of vapor. I haven't been using any toxins or anything life threatening, but still...I can't be getting all loopy during my work time. I've got notes to do. Although, She paused and stared at his towel, seeing a tent forming. Then her eyes went to Ari as she began fidgeting, noticing her nipples poking at thin shirt. It certainly does look fun. It's too bad I can't be apart of this experiment. She walked passed the aroused and confused man and slowly shut the door to the infirmary, and then locked it with a key she carried in her lab coat. That's better. I already have more than enough to study with a man and a woman here. And this way, the strongest of vapors will simply stay in this room until they dissipate. She slipped the key back into her coat and then walked over to Ace, backing him into a wall and then pressing her body against his. Don't worry Boss, this was just an accident. Both of you just walked in at the wrong time. Perhaps if we would have gotten a base where a laboratory was present, this wouldn't have happened. She felt his bulge just below her belly button and smirked. Oh well. Shit happens. She took him by the shoulders and then pushed him onto the bed next to poor Ari. She also put him through a quick medical examination just like she did with her. Ohhhh, this is amazing, amazing indeed! She said with great enthusiasm. And now, She put down her notes and walked towards them slowly. Its time for your physical. Grinning, she nearly picked Ari up before setting her down on Ace's lap. Hmm, what else? Her hands shot to one of Ariana's soft yet firm breasts and she began to tease her nipple. She knew that would cause her to squirm and grind against Ace. Ace, are you aroused right now? Got anything you'd like to share with the class? She asked as she observed the Ariana's body carefully.
Thread: Mercs: Back At the Ranch

Ace tried to resist when Alex backed him into the wall, his mouth opening to protest, but only a moan escaping as she pressed her body into his and rubbed against the growing erection that was forming beneath the towel. Shaking his head to try and clear it, he once again tried to protest, but could only release another sound of building desire. He even tried to push her away, but being in the state he was, he had little strength to do so, and it probably seemed more like an invitation as his hands rested on her shoulders. Finally she pulled away, but only long enough to push him onto a bed and start an 'exam' on him. When she moved away to give Ari some attention, he almost sighed in relief...until Ari was planted in his lap, right on top of the tent that had formed in the towel. With a soft groan, he placed his hands on Ari's hips in an attempt to try and move her, causing him to rock gently beneath her instead. Looking to Alex, he narrowed his eyes a bit. You're...fucking evil, he managed to say before Alex started to tease Ari. He was certain his own attempts at trying to get free didn't help, as it only made him squirm beneath Ari. When Alex began asking if he was aroused, he wanted to say 'no' in the worst way, but for some reason he couldn't. Yes, he finally admitted after trying desperately to say nothing, again giving Alex the evil eye. The expression soon changed, though, to one of lust as the feelings that the strange vapors kept inspiring began to take over. There was no doubt, her latest attempt was some potent shit...