Black Air
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,201
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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The Spades are Swords of a Soldier
Author’s Note- I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a few weeks. This is lightly based upon Luba’s “Dark Wisdom” series.
Second Note- The ages are the same as I usually do them. Kitty around 18- a senior in high school, Pete around 27/28.
~*~
The Spades Are the Swords of a Soldier
~*~
"I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart"
-Sting
~*~
Pete yawned as he tried to focus on whatever Scicluna was saying. “Do we bore you, Wisdom?” Scicluna asked raising an eyebrow.
Pete blinked. “Just too bloody early.”
“Whatever,” the woman crossed then uncrossed her legs as she continued giving four men surrounding her a good view of her red thong. Pete gazed at her face uninterested. Scratch tried to look as uninterested but failed, his eyes going to his boss’s legs several times. Shrine was gazing impassively at the wall behind Michelle Scicluna apparently off in his own world as he so often was. Threadgold simply watched her face intently. “So we need to get into the base. The problem is that their security is incredible.”
“Therefore,” Threadgold, her right-hand, continued, “we’ve found a few people who can help us.” He brought out a folder and passed it to Scratch who thumbed through it before handing it to Shrine. Pete was the last one to get it and looked through it carefully.
“The girl’s our best bet,” Scicluna announced. “She hasn’t been with the team as long and as far as our spies can tell the boy is stronger.”
“They were both trained by Logan,” Pete said. “They ain’t gonna go down easily.”
“That’s why we tranq her,” Threadgold said. “Then we put her in a collar.”
Pete still wasn’t finished. This was beyond crazy. He had had enough of Black Air for a while now, but kidnapping a kid? This was bad even for them. “She’s a kid, an American kid,” Pete pointed out. “If you kill her and the Yanks find out they ain’t gonna be happy.”
“We’re well aware of that,” Scicluna said condescendingly.
Pete resisted the urge to punch his boss. He was against hitting women but there was nothing feminine about the blonde before him. “And wot exactly are ya gonna do with her when you’re done?”
“Keep her,” Scicluna announced. “Once broken,” Pete barely hid a wince, “she’d be most useful.”
“I call dibs,” Scratch said with a grin.
“That’s not fair!” Shine exclaimed tuning into the conversation for the first time. Pete scowled. He didn’t want either of those wankers anywhere near the pretty smiling girl in the picture.
“It’s Pete’s turn to ‘train’,” Scicluna pointed out. “She’ll be yours, Wisdom.” Pete was secretly relieved. He knew was Scratch was capable of and had given the older man the scars on his face after he had seen Scratch bragging about a particularly vicious slaughter. One day with Scratch and the girl would be nothing but a shell.
“Fine,” Pete said.
“I’m sending Threadgold and Shrine to pick her up,” Scicluna said. She turned to the two. Threadgold looked back at her awaiting her orders. Shrine was staring at a bird as it flew past the window. “I expect you to not harm her in any way until she gets here.” She stood. “Meeting dismissed.”
Pete stood and walked out his mind racing. She was too young to have to go through this. He had to do something.
Second Note- The ages are the same as I usually do them. Kitty around 18- a senior in high school, Pete around 27/28.
~*~
The Spades Are the Swords of a Soldier
~*~
"I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart"
-Sting
~*~
Pete yawned as he tried to focus on whatever Scicluna was saying. “Do we bore you, Wisdom?” Scicluna asked raising an eyebrow.
Pete blinked. “Just too bloody early.”
“Whatever,” the woman crossed then uncrossed her legs as she continued giving four men surrounding her a good view of her red thong. Pete gazed at her face uninterested. Scratch tried to look as uninterested but failed, his eyes going to his boss’s legs several times. Shrine was gazing impassively at the wall behind Michelle Scicluna apparently off in his own world as he so often was. Threadgold simply watched her face intently. “So we need to get into the base. The problem is that their security is incredible.”
“Therefore,” Threadgold, her right-hand, continued, “we’ve found a few people who can help us.” He brought out a folder and passed it to Scratch who thumbed through it before handing it to Shrine. Pete was the last one to get it and looked through it carefully.
“The girl’s our best bet,” Scicluna announced. “She hasn’t been with the team as long and as far as our spies can tell the boy is stronger.”
“They were both trained by Logan,” Pete said. “They ain’t gonna go down easily.”
“That’s why we tranq her,” Threadgold said. “Then we put her in a collar.”
Pete still wasn’t finished. This was beyond crazy. He had had enough of Black Air for a while now, but kidnapping a kid? This was bad even for them. “She’s a kid, an American kid,” Pete pointed out. “If you kill her and the Yanks find out they ain’t gonna be happy.”
“We’re well aware of that,” Scicluna said condescendingly.
Pete resisted the urge to punch his boss. He was against hitting women but there was nothing feminine about the blonde before him. “And wot exactly are ya gonna do with her when you’re done?”
“Keep her,” Scicluna announced. “Once broken,” Pete barely hid a wince, “she’d be most useful.”
“I call dibs,” Scratch said with a grin.
“That’s not fair!” Shine exclaimed tuning into the conversation for the first time. Pete scowled. He didn’t want either of those wankers anywhere near the pretty smiling girl in the picture.
“It’s Pete’s turn to ‘train’,” Scicluna pointed out. “She’ll be yours, Wisdom.” Pete was secretly relieved. He knew was Scratch was capable of and had given the older man the scars on his face after he had seen Scratch bragging about a particularly vicious slaughter. One day with Scratch and the girl would be nothing but a shell.
“Fine,” Pete said.
“I’m sending Threadgold and Shrine to pick her up,” Scicluna said. She turned to the two. Threadgold looked back at her awaiting her orders. Shrine was staring at a bird as it flew past the window. “I expect you to not harm her in any way until she gets here.” She stood. “Meeting dismissed.”
Pete stood and walked out his mind racing. She was too young to have to go through this. He had to do something.