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Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya got in the room.What I stupid rule to let boys with girls she thought.Amaya got on her closed and put her bag down.She put her clothes of took her towel and got in the shower to clean herself.She didn't care that Micheal was a boy,she was there to find how killed her father.She just walked naked in-front of him and into the wash room.Open then water and started to have the shower.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Michael was oblivious to the nude girl in front of him. He was just wanting to get out of this place. Whose idea was it to put me in this place anyway? he thought as the blade slid across his skin, not harming him. He felt he needed a shower so he took his clothes off and grabbed a towel. He saw the other bag and thought it was a dude's. He walked into the bathroom and saw Amaya in all her glory.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya was under the hot water,it would slowly fall on her white skin while she start washing her body.The soap smell was around the room while she had not noticing Micheal come in she went on bathing herself.As he could see her naked body clearly.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Michael pushed away his thoughts and stepped in. He turned on the shower head on the other end, a concept for roomates he guessed. He started off with pure hot water to clean off his body. Then there was cold water, soothing the scars across his chest and back.
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While Michael took most of the hot water, cold water fall on Amaya body. She jumped a bit but let the cold body covering her body making her freeze and slowly turning her nipples hard.But she did not pay any attention while she was washing herself to get clean and ready for next morning appearance.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Finished with his scars, Michael turned off his water then put on his towel. He put on a pair of boxers and forest camo pants and combat boots. He didn't put on a shirt yet, showing his tatoo of angel wings on a cross on his back.
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Amaya was looking at his back,she liked the tattoo. While she also close the water trying to find her underwear in her back while standing naked and searching for it. While she was still looking at the his back.While she steeped on something and fall down on her back with her legs wide open,naked in the ground
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Michael looked as she fell. His instinct was to pounce, but he fought the urge as best he could, a bulge in his pants forming. He picked her up with no effort and set her on her bed.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya could not see what was happening the moves for so fast. As he picked up and set her on the bed her legs were still white open while she was sitting and trying thinking what happen while her naked body was still reviled.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Michael looked away from her, throwing a towel over her body. What is her problem. Doesn't she even care that I'm a boy? He thought to himself. You should really put some clothes on. He said as he grabbed a black t-shirt.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya was going to get dressed after all.On her mind was not really anything that made her feel ashamed.After he grow up around men while she was taken her turning and most of the time she would not care even if her body was exposed a bit. She took the towel and put her around her while she got up and got to her bag again.There she found finally her under wear and put them on, a top and jeans. While she walked back to Micheal,looking at his tattoo in a way it was some how familiar.But she could not remember where she had seen it. Your tattoo is bit familiar with me she whispered while she was thinking if she should ask more of it or not.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

It would be if you were familiar with the Twisted Fate. Michael said calmly. He turned to face her his face alarmingly calm.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya didn't get most of it while she was looking at him as she was looking for more info. She looked deep in his eyes thinking no way he would be here for revenge too.
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He sighed as he grabbed the bridge of his nose. What is it you're here for? Training, revenge, money, guys, girls? What? He asked bluntly. He stared her down trying to figure her out.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya couldn't say anything so fast she just meet him but she had a feeling she could teel him.Lets say training or revenge ,you?she asked back
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Forced to. I have 'certain skills' that they believe I have. They could shove that skill up their ass for all it's worth. Michael said coldly.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya listen to him while finally telling him the truth My father died here, I am here find out how and take revenge. She said while looking at him
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Michael's face softened up. He reached and held her arm. You need anything. Just let me know.
Thread: The Return of Mercenaries (Akiriu x Amaya)

Amaya saw him getting softer and looked wired at him I am fine she said. While she was thinking why the fast change.
Thread: Wrong place at the wrong time...

You can be a customer, a bank employee, or who knows perhaps someone who came in off the street! but feel free to join D It was a day unlike any other. People woke up in their beds, either excited to greet the day, or sullen in the repetition of their existence. Either way they rose, to get dressed and get ready for work. Downtown at one of the cities most prominent bank, things were going on per usual. The tellers had opened their tills, assisting the customers with a myriad of bank duties, and everything seemed alright, no one even paid any attention to the customers who had been coming and going. Even the guards on duty were lax, I mean, it was the 21st century, nobody robbed banks anymore. Around 10a.m. was when he entered, dressed in a finely tailored suit, carrying a satchel over his shoulder, seemed a little odd, but hey. When you lived in a city as big as this one, you got used to the oddities of some people. Waiting in line like everyone else, until it was finally his turn in front of the teller. A charming grin as he removed those sunglasses. When asked how he could be helped he responded by sliding a piece of paper across the way. When she opened it up, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped in shock. With a low voice, and a shake of his head. Don't even attempt the silent alarm....the signal has been blocked. Glancing down to his watch. The telephone lines are being cut.....now. With a look around, he would see some of the other bank workers, looking at their receivers, playing with their phones, wondering how their calls were just abruptly cut off. A bored sigh. And if you want to check your phone, you'll see that a cellular jammer has been put in place, tsk tsk tsk. Such a shame when technology fails you isn't it? He stepped back from her, one hand reaching into that satchel, and pulling out a Heckler Koch UMP, done up in a .45 caliber, it was safe to say this little baby packed a punch. Snapping his fingers with his free hand, it was at that time that two of his associates, both of whom were dressed in very similar expensive looking suits. who had slowly moved into position would assault, and disarm the two guards on duty. Having pulled weapons from their own means. Both from suitcases. All three of them were armed with the same weapon. With a smile on his face, Luc would hop up onto the bank tellers counter, his voice loud and commanding. If everyone cooperates we can all go home to see our families. That 'trust-me' grin still on his face. Though believe me when I say, you play a hero, you're as good as dead. A chuckle, And this isn't one of those empty threats, like in the movies....where if you play a hero we'll just let it slide. A nod towards the associate to his left, who was in the process of screwing on a silencer to the threaded barrel of his UMP, once on, he'd put a bullet into the head of one of the guards. So Now that I have your attention. His gaze would turn to the teller. Why don't you get your manager, and we can get this little show on the road.
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There's no need for you to hurt anyone else. Claire's voice was strong and even. Her eyes finding the ringleader, her hands up just below her chest to show she was unarmed and not a threat. I will do what ever you wish, just please, there is no reason for anyone else to be hurt. You only need me, I have to codes and access. She moved into his field of vision, placing herself between him and the rest of the bank. She met his eyes, hoping her saw the sincerity in them and not the terror beneath her calm exterior. I promise to do what ever you ask, and with out a fight She could feel the sweat begin to bead in the small of her back. She needed these people to be out of harms way.
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Well now, look at that, the voice of reason admist the chaos. Step closer taken weapon held loosely in one hand, not feelin at all worried given the fact he had two people he trusted at his back. An idle wave of his hand. Both of you, take them and put em in the managers office. An order which his compatriots took to rapidly ushering the crowd of silent worried people out of the lobby. Attention still on this woman he started from her head and his gaze travled down to her feet before rising again, a slight smirk on his lips. Brave or stupid....can't tell which. But im pretty sure you wish I never set foot in your bank. A chuckle as he walked toward her prodding her gently. Alright then, open it.
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Claire pushed her silver and lime green glasses up, as she regarded him, refusing to wither under his scrutiny. Standing her full 5'9 in her flats, she met his eyes once they made their way back to hers, the long pause he took at her chest was not unnoticed. Damn right, on both accounts. But that doesn't change you're here, and have already unnecessarily ruined one family, there is no need for more. Her voice was even, but Claire was quaking on the inside. She'd worked with Jason for five years, his wife had been his high school sweetheart, their two year old little girl now would never know her father. She bit back the sob tugging in the back of her throat. Tears pricked at her eyes as he moved close to her, his hand on the small of her back, in almost an intimate gesture as he commanded her to open the safe room. She turned and looked at him. You seem to be a man of your word given the way your men respond to you, before I open this I need your word, you will let them go, unharmed once you get your money. Claire indicated the hostages now locked in her over sized office. They have done nothing to deserve this, your assurance, and I will open it all. Claire knew she was pushing his buttons but this was HER bank dammit, and these people her responsibility.
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She withstood his gaze without flinching, she said her piece, and now she saw fit to make demands of him. First...I don't think it was unnecessary. Though I imagine you wouldn't know since this is probably your first bank robbery....BUT, if you don't make it known right away that you aren't afraid to spill a little blood....or even. End a life. There will be the one in the crowd that thinks they are a superhero...and we like to nip that in the bud right off the bat. A motion back towards the body. He knew what he was getting himself into when he was hired here, he knew the risks and he probably loved his job. A shrug of his shoulders. Though when she asked him about the other patrons he gave her a smile. Though it didn't reach his eyes, nothing seemed to bother him to much. OF course, after I get what I want they will all go free.
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Claire watched him intently, looking deceit and any trace of a small piece of compassion and not finding it. She noted his smile when he spoke did not reach his eyes. Alive and free, Claire stated, not wanting to be tripped up on a technicality. Death was a form of freedom if one thought about it. She had a feeling from his words and the way he handled himself that he was not a stranger to that fact either. She turned to the door on the safe room, where the main vault and the safety deposit boxes were. She punched in a code on the pad, and placed her finger over the illuminated patch. She turned back to face him before completing the sequence, knowing it would grace her a few moments before setting the alarm. I have one more step, and then its all yours...promise me, they all go alive and free, and I will finish the opening sequence. Claires confident air slipped a notch as he stiffened just a bit, before he spoke.
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PickleChiffon said Claire watched him intently, looking deceit and any trace of a small piece of compassion and not finding it. She noted his smile when he spoke did not reach his eyes. Alive and free, Claire stated, not wanting to be tripped up on a technicality. Death was a form of freedom if one thought about it. She had a feeling from his words and the way he handled himself that he was not a stranger to that fact either. She turned to the door on the safe room, where the main vault and the safety deposit boxes were. She punched in a code on the pad, and placed her finger over the illuminated patch. She turned back to face him before completing the sequence, knowing it would grace her a few moments before setting the alarm. I have one more step, and then its all yours...promise me, they all go alive and free, and I will finish the opening sequence. Claires confident air slipped a notch as he stiffened just a bit, before he spoke. Click to expand... There was a sigh that escaped his, lips a nod of his head. All of them will go alive and free when you open the damn safe. Motioning towards the door, with a glance to his watch. Now open the fuckin thing before I have to ruin another family. The way he stared at her she new he wasn't joking, the way those cold eyes bored into her, it should be well known that if she toyed with him, nothing would save the people of this bank. Now i've held up my end of the bargain so far....how about you?
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Claire took a deep breath, knowing she had pushed her luck with him. But mildly satisfied as well, she bowed her head and completed the sequence on the vault. A large gasping sigh signalled the release of the seal, and she stepped back to allow the door to swing open. She gestured for him to go first, so she could deactivate the second alarm. As she typed in the code a bullet proof door closed sealing them safely into the vault. She turned to him. There, the actual safe is in the back, she started walking towards it, but these, she motioned to the safety deposit boxes, are all free, it will take me just another moment to open the actual safe. Claire turned her back to him as she reached the safe, she spun the dial left and right and back again, and a soft click and hiss sounded as it popped open.
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He ignored the safety deposit boxes. Oh yes he did his research. This wasn't a rush slap and dash job. He researched their big name clinetele checked when the armored truck pick ups were. This was the day before and he had a rough estimate on how much was supposed to be in that back vault. A good enough idea to know if she was fucking with him or not. He watched her, for any hint that she was trying to pull a fast one. Hey when you dealt with criminals your whole life, someone being straight with you was an odd thing. Either you have a steel spine, or this isn't your first robbery. A blink, where the hell had that come from, he wasn't the small talk 'chatty' type so why the hell was he starting now?
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She moved away from the vault safe. She nudged her glasses again a slight flush in her cheeks. It is the first time, but coming from a family of cops and hearing their stories, she paused her voice cracking when she next spoke Nothing in here is more valuable than someones life,everyone of those people in the have family or friends who love them and would be devestated if theey didn't come home. She looked up at him a tear slipping down her cheek. Claire believed what she said with all her heart, but it reminded her she was not one of those,if she didn't make it home tonight the only person who'd notice, thanks to the man in front of her was dead. Everyone else might just notice when their bank didn't open as scheduled. She sighed swipping at her cheek, angry she couldn't hold it together. This is what you came for isn't it?
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Now that got a laugh from him. You say that but look at the world around you. People kill eachother for less, start wars for less. Oh sure to save face in public they put on a grand show with high mightier than though reasons but in the end it comes down to the haves and the have nots, and those have nots kill to get wwhat they want while the haves kill to get more. A shake of his head as he motioned her towards the entrance of the vault. There a way to raise that glass without closing everything up?
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Claire regarded him closely. Someone must have done a number on you, to make you so cynical. There is a lot of selfishness, we are all human, but there sometimes exsists true kindness too. Those people may or maynot be grateful when they get home, but they will learn somethingi hope. And may you might too. Her eyes followed his gesture to the glass. There is, but your window once its open will be 10 minutes, longer than that the internal silent alarm will go...and I don't have a code for that, it was designed to trigger in the event of prolonged exposure. She smoothed her brown hair away from her face and watched the expression on his. He was handsome, in a different situation even stunning, but he also had a menacing air, and arrogance. Claire let her eyes wander over him though while he ploted.
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A wry smile at her comment. Perhaps she had struck close to home with that one, but he didn't rise to the bate, just a non-committal shrug was all she received. When she made mention of the glass he thought for a moment working through the numbers, a peek into the room. A nod as if he decided something. Ten minutes will be long enough. Open it. When she moved to do as he instructed he stepped out into the lobby, putting a hand to his lips to whsitle and started barking orders. You two grab the bags, collect as much as you can and drag it out here, any less then ten mil, im taking it out of your cut. They hurried to comply as he took up a position so he could watch the people trapped in the office and his delightfully efficent host. During there time he could feel her eyes studying him, not in a way of overpowering or out smarting, but as a woman appreciates a man. Noticing the dark hair cut short-ish though still held a bedhead look with a small uncurable cowlick. The sharp lines of his face, and the way his body filled out that custom tailored suit, exemplifying the lean and toned swimmers phsyique. Piercing blue eyes of a very interesting shade glanced at her. Oh, you'll be coming with us until we know we're safe. A winning grin. Since he had said he would let everyone else go, but she had never once included herself in the deal she struck earlier.
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Claire nodded at his words, respecting she'd been right but also him for not rising to the taunt. She'd known he'd need a hostage. That was part of why when she stepped up she had left herself out of the equation. Claire turned and pressed in the code for the glass. She stood back and watched as he barked orders. She'd bet he had military training given his effecientcy. When he grabbed her arm roughly she jolted back to the reality, she was now his.
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They worked with an efficiancy that spoke volumes of their doing this before, hell they even had gauged local police response times down to the second so there was no slap dash rush once they knew the silent alarm had been triggered. Once the money was out in its duffles, one of the men was dirrected to collect security tapes while the other began hauling bags out to the car. Luc stayed with the woman relaxing his grip on her arm after a moment, a slight twinge in the back of his mind. He had felt kind of bad, because if she bruised easily there would be an imprint on her upper arm in a few days. Time to go. With the tapesor harddrives destroyed depending on what they used for the cameras it was down to witness statements and he was fammilar the wide dissary people normally were in, hell he would put money on the fact one of the witnesses would say the ring leader was a black man. Escorting her out to the waiting expedition he put her in the rear seat before sliding in after her.
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Claire had winced when he grabbed her arm, she was willing to bet there would be a mark. She unconsciously worried her lower lip with her teeth as she was forced into the van. Her heart pounding as he slid in tight next to her, the heat radiating from his thigh nearly scorching hers through her thin stockings. Claire nearly laughed aloud, what a day. she'd chosen to dress a bit sexy. She'd done her legs in the shower this morning and then decided to put on her best silk stockings just because. It wasn't like she had anyone to wear them for, and having the garter and stockings under her skirt felt risky. Well risky was certainly the word of today now wasn't it? Claire focused herself out the window and tried not to think, either about him or how this day was shapping up full of more irony and missery than she ever thought to imagine!
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They had eased away from the bank, all with a carefully laid out plan, traded vehicles, the van for a four door suv about three blocks away before setting the van on fire. With of course the aide of gasoline. Pretty much by the time the police showed up at the bank. The van was on fire and they were more then ten blocks away. still sitting next to her, he turned his head. So...bet when you woke up this mornin you never in your wildest thought this was going to happen. A slight arch of an eyebrow, a hint of laughter in his voice. It was like a different person, once the 'job' was done he was much easier with his words, the sort of commanding tone he had adopted faded out the window and it seemed like a person who had just stepped out of costume, or a role. Slight upnod in her direction. Looks like you had plans after work. Play nice might just make 'em comment made about her choice of dress, oh yes he had noticed and other than being a hostage, under different circumstances he would have definately tried his hand at picking her up.