SYNDICATE6 FERAL'S ISSUE PAGE 2, TEAM UP BY FERAL FEMALE AND STR8UPEVL

[Feral Female]

Syndicate 6- A white flag
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Sebastian cocks a well pierced brow at the third platter of turkey, mashed potatoes and corn all swimming in rich gold gravy that Tank dives into.
“I`d rather pay your flat rental than your bloody grocery bill mate,” the Brit comments before lifting a simmering cup of tea to his lips to wash down his meal.
“I`d rather you not use the word ‘mate’ all the time too but see how far that`s gotten me?” Cooper grumbles between bites.

“Takes a lot of fuel to run a big machine,” his sister states absently sitting beside Sterno nibbling at the crust of her B.L.T. while keeping her shining green eyes on the back of Bulk`s thick cranium in the next booth. He and Stryke were deep in a very hushed conversation and it tweaked her ass that they stillexcluded her and her boys from the loop. Tank mutters something that sounds like ‘True dat’ to his sister`s comment.
Her lip was sore and tender but her pride had taken most of the bruises over the past few hours.

“You know love, if you want to know what the two head goffs are talking about why don`t you just go plant your sweet ass over there?”
Nicolette scowls at the young man across from her then shoves to her small boots, hands balled into fists.

“Can I bring you all any pie?” their plump redheaded waitress asks as she walks up with a coffee pot in her hand.
“One please!” Tank cries losing a small bit of potato as he speaks.” Blackberry!”

“I`ll have a slice. Apple please,” Nicco smiles sweetly dropping back down to wait until one whole blackberry pie and a slice of apple arrive at their table. Without a word but wearing her most sincere face the sprite takes the lone slice in hand and walks over to the booth adjacent to the one she left. Bulk and Stryke both fall silent as they look at her questioningly.

“Compliments of the Munchkin baking guild!” she says placing the pie in front of Garrett with a quick curtsy and a most engaging grin. He glances at the pie then back up at her. She rolls her emerald eyes and huffs impatiently.”It`s not poisoned or anything! Consider it a peace offering.”

“If she`s offering you a piece Bulk I wouldn`t turn it down,” Stryke quips his white eyes moving over the petite thing.
“I`m surprised you can even remember what a piece is old man since the last one you more than likely had occurred during the Carter administration.”

Bulk moans internally as Stryke begins to whip off a more cutting comeback he was sure.”Go and run some diagnostics on the shuttle,” Garrett tells Stryke ending the skirmish before it can begin.”And see if you can raise base and ask Miller what he wants us to do now.”

Stryke`s silver head nods once before he rises to stare down at the wise-assed kid who thinks she rules the world.”A nice ass will only get you so far sister, better work on that attitude of yours or you`ll see just what an ‘old man’ can do.” She jags out of the way to avoid his shoulder running into her as he stalks out of the diner.

“Always so charming,” she spits quietly before turning her attention to Garrett. He motions her to sit while pulling the pie over in front of him. The muffled chatter of the few patrons mixes with the sound of the kitchen behind a long counter. Nicco falls into the warm spot gingerly then places her elbows to the table.”So what were you and Grandpa Jones talking about?”She asks holding her battered face in her tiny hands and batting too long lashes at him.

“Blowjobs.”
Her dark brows rise. “Really? Does he give a good one? I`m figuring he must since you and him are so damn tight with details that really do concern me and my boys.”

“My boys your shortness,” Garrett reminds her before placing a forkful of pie into his mouth. He sees her feathers ruffle and swallows hastily.”You and I, we seem to have a small power struggle going on. I`m getting tired of beating you down over this, but until you accept the fact that yourboys are now myboys this shit will just keep flowing over the entire team until we`re all up to our necks in sewage. Good pie.”

Nicolette stops batting and stares at him openly for a moment still resting her chin in her palms.”I guess I do have a bit of a possessive streak, but its been just me and Cooper for years. We`re all each other has,” she states honestly. Garrett lays his fork down beside the half eaten wedge of pie.

“I get that. No, I really do,” he says as she looks at him rather doubtfully.” I`m not trying to take your brother away from you I`m trying to ensure he comes home to you. I know you`re new to this whole shit filled high caliber crap but trust me when I tell you a team can`thave two leaders. When I tell those two ass wipes something the order has to be obeyed immediately and without hesitation. While they`re standing with their thumbs up their asses trying to decide which one of us to listen to, they`re dead. This isn`t about me having a hard-on for power or trying to keep you as a woman in your place Nicolette, it`s about making sure this team never loses another member.”

She smiles across the cluttered table at him and he blinks at the warmth in her gaze.”You called me Nicolette Garrett. Does that mean you like me?”

The huge man runs a fast look at her school-girl like expression and wonders what would happen if he reached over and pulled her mouth to his just to see if she would have a damn flip reply to that! The surge of blood that rushes south stuns him into deeper silence while the woman begins to pout slightly.

“Wow, the thought of maybe being friends is that disgusting that you can `t even speak?” Nicco asks and he finds that pained look moving back over her eyes.

“No! I like you,” Bulk says shifting some in the booth trying to remember when they had made a left turn and wound up back when he was thirteen fucking years old and stammering to reply to a girl, woman. No, girl is a much safer way to think of her.

“Truly?” she asks in a sugar magnolia southern belle accent back to batting those lashes at him again. ”Why I do declare Mistah Anderson ya`ll set my cheeks to flaming!” Nicco giggles coyly reaching out to swat at his large hand lying on the table as if she had a hand fan to rap him with. His hand catches hers before she can react and she jerks it once, rapping his knuckles into the half full cup of coffee he had been drinking. Her eyes race from her fingers clutched in his to his face and all traces of play or silliness are gone. What lights those emerald eyes causes Garrett to force the heated image of her tiny bare form writhing under his from his mind before he allowed his body to spur him even further along a very, very wrong path.

“You`re a good kid Nicco,” he growls lowly not forgetting her brother, all three hundred plus, sat behind them while he was having dirty thoughts. You are a sick bastard Anderson he chides himself. ”I just want….”
“Yeah?” she asks so quietly he needs to strain to hear her.”What do you want Garrett?”
“For you to stop fighting me over leadership,” he begins sternly,” To have you listen when I tell you something, and above all to learn when to shut the hell up! I`ve never met such a tiny woman who was such a huge pain in the ass!”

At the last comment she snorts. It`s a disgusting sound and she giggles at it, then snorts again with her left hand over her mouth. Bulk shakes his black head at the girl as she teeters dangerously on the edge of a full-fledged giggle attack, and damn it to hell and back but he couldn`t help but smile at her infectious high toned laugh and her dancing verdant eyes.

Still his fingers grip hers and she discovers she doesn`t really mind if Richard held her hand. Oh no! She was holding hands with a dickhead in public! That mental image undoes her and she rolls from the booth laughing hysterically. Bulk exhales loudly as Sterno`s freakish hairdo comes around the partition to spy Nicolette on the tile holding her sides.

“Did he hit you up?” Tate inquires grinning widely at his own question. Bulk`s about to rip the stupid punk limey a new asshole when Stryke raps on the window, giving Nicco a perfunctory look before dragging his hand across his throat and mouthing ‘Miller’ through the diner`s wide glass storefront.
“Giggle times over Miss Squirrelly Ass,” Garrett barks pushing out from between the bench and the table.”Let`s move.”

Nicco hiccups and comes to her feet as Tank and Sterno look at her in expectation.”You heard the boss,” she announces walking up to Garrett to meet his hazel eyes with hers.” The leader says move, we move! Oh and our checks on the table,” she adds reaching up to pat his stubbled cheek softly.

‘Women!’ he snarls to himself but his gaze follows her swaying hips all the way out the door. He needed a new job. In a monastery.



Back at `cha Str8!!

[STR8UPEVL]

Priscilla grabs the remote and clicks the T.V. off that had been watching Bulkhead getting all cozy with Nicco. “They say that even when a person is in a coma they can still sense things around them. Images and the voice of people they know can help bring them out of it. It doesn’t seem to be working for you quite enough. I was hoping you’d wake up just in time for the big climax of their little rendezvous. Alas you slept right through it. So here’s my situation.” Priscilla says as she walks to the end of the bed and just stands there looking right at Connie. “If Bulkhead finds out about little ole you just lying in bed nursing his unborn child to life now it could be a problem. Then again if he finds out about it later and finds out I knew then where does that leave me in the grand scheme of things. I’d probably end up as dead as old Mr. Miller. That would not really work with my current plans. What do you think Connie what should I do.” Priscilla just stands there looking at her blank look. She tries probing her mind for an answer.

“You’re going to fucking die.” Priscilla hears echoing in her head.

“Psyphon can’t you just go be dead somewhere in your brother’s head? I locked you in there for a reason I left a line open to spy on you. You are not supposed to exploit it to talk to me.” Priscilla concentrates on sending a backlash right through Psyphon’s mind. He screams in horrible pain….pain that only Priscilla can hear. She loves the way it tastes rolling around in her head. “Your screams are so tasty.” It is right then that Priscilla notices a blip in Connie’s monitors. “something got you stirring in there hey little one? Don’t worry daddy will be home soon. He’ll never know either of you are alive but he will be here very soon. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with that whore maybe he’d notice you. Sleep well.” Priscilla says as she walks out of the room.

THE JET~~~~~

Nicco watches him just sitting there his head back almost in a zen like state. As if he doesn’t have a care on his mind. Somewhat shocking considering he is in the middle of the same shit storm they are all in. Somewhere not to deep down she knows he still has regrets and doubts about what happened to his last team. About what happened to the woman he loved. If he is truly without care as he seems to be then maybe she won’t have any problem moving in on him. Getting past the mental walls he has had to put up to keep himself safe. What if she could break past the last few things he has stopping him from going all in with her.

The things that Priscilla told him what if they were right what if they were lies? Stryke thought about it something about the picture was so warm and so welcoming but was that because it was real? Or was it because he wanted no he needed something to grab on to right now. He wanted to believe what Priscilla showed him was true but what if it wasn’t. Miller would know when he got back it was time to get the answers from Miller. No more procrastinating no more playing games with him it was time to figure out his life. TO get it all back. Sometimes though what people think they are going to get and what they get are worlds apart….sadly.

Cooper was half awake and well then he would have to be half asleep. You know the moment not sure whether you are awake or dreaming. Seeing his sister and Bulkhead together was more than he could stomach actually. He was an attractive man he had to concede on that point. Hell if his sister hadn’t fallen for him he could see himself doing it. So that’s where the question came in did he dislike him cause he was his sister or because he wasn’t with him? But Nicco falling for him was very disturbing on a variety of levels the question was what was he going to do about it? Should he just let it go and whatever happened, happened?

Sterno was restless he was wandering around just trying to figure out why everything felt so wrong. Why the hell was he even here? H e just jumped on board with Nicco and Cooper like he had so many times before they had never steered him wrong in the past. This time felt different though. He needed to find someone to talk to without being all gloom and doom and bringing down his teammates and his friends. Something was wrong though and he was going to figure it out before the world came crashing down around all of them.

Dreams and nightmares very thin lines separate the two most of the time. One minute you are holding the woman you love and dancing your first dance at your wedding. Her favorite song playing in the background the light dancing in her eyes better than you could ever hope to. The family looking on in awe of the union that no one will ever break apart. You knowing in your head that NOTHING ever could no one ever could. Then you watch in horror as that light in her eyes turns to a spark. Before you know is she is in flames and it is all your fault. “Connie” he whispers as he suddenly jerks him self awake the look in his eyes is pure horror.

“Bad dream?” Nikko asks as she sees how horrified he looks.

“Huh yeah something like that.” Bulkhead said turning to the side so as not to let Nicco see the tear rolling down his cheek. He couldn’t let her see that he couldn’t let anyone see that. It was a sign of weakness and an animal can sense weakness and they know exactly when to pounce. He also didn’t want to look at Nicco because she reminded him so much of Connie. He wanted to just grab her in his arms and say it would be okay he could protect her. At the same time he thought who am I trying to protect the woman she is or the one I want her to be….oh God Connie I miss you so much he thought.

ELSEWHERE~~~~

Marcus had been captured by Miller and turned in to this….this monster. He looked at his hand as a blue aura surrounded it. He didn’t want to be a hero he didn’t want to be his dad. He didn’t want to be his brother. The one who had helped kill his brother the first time Mr. Magnificent he was not trying to be him. He had tried his best to make sure he stayed out of the world of cops and robbers with capes. This is not the life he wanted he was an advertising executive. That was all he ever wanted he had made a business out of selling other people’s things other people’s ideas. Now he’d have to make a business out of selling himself. What did he want to sell himself as a hero or a villain. Miller had tried to make that choice for him he tried to force him in to the role of the villain. He was selling himself now and not letting anyone else sell him short.

“Electro is a lame name thank God it is taken. Sparky nah too childish. Shocker nah Joy Buzzer nah too feminine. Sounds like a female personal pleasure product….Hmm never had a problem pleasing the ladies before now I’ll have that certain extra spark. Why do people with powers always want to go in to hiding? The hell with it I’m coming out….not in that way like I sad I have always been one to please the ladies and well look at me. Would God want me to neglect the women from enjoying all of this?” Marcus asks his secretary Melissa as she sighs and puts her hand over her head as if that was going to deter the headache she was going to get from the ramblings of a moron.

“Oh yes please, please don’t do that to our kind. We could never find anyone as handsome and intelligent as you.” She rolls her eyes and just knows that Marcus will not for one second realize that her comment was laced with more sarcasm than an episode of Family Guy.

“I knew I hired you for your brains and your beauty Melissa remind me to give you a raise.” Melissa walks out of the room. She stops at the door and says. “Oh yes Marcus don’t forget you have a meeting with Mrs. Anderson she should be here shortly.”

“Forget about it not in the least I have been looking forward to it.” Marcus logs on to his computer.

THE JET LANDS IN THE DOCKING BAY~~~~

The whole team gets off and walks in to the building.

“You know we could talk if you need to.” Nicco tells Bulkhead as they walk down the ramp.

“If I need to talk I’ll find a psychiatrist okay.” Bulkhead tells her in a cold icy tone.

“This I am such a bad ass I don’t need anyone routine. It is way overused why do guys have to be such assholes?” Nicco asks. Sterno comes walking up behind her.

“It’s a guy thing you wouldn’t understand. If we want to discuss floral patterns for the china or the best color for curtains we’ll get back to you. Until then well just pipe down skirt.” Nicco was somewhat shocked this kind of talk coming from Sterno was just odd. Now she started to wonder if she was losing her grip over him to Bulkhead or more importantly a certain scantly clad whore.

“We lost Miller.” Priscilla said as she sauntered in to the room. “I have somewhere to be.”

“Wow almost on demand I thought of a skanky whore and there you were. Are you some kind of mind reader or something?” Nicco asked

“No I just know the way your limited intellect and hateful jealousy work. Just walking in to here would make you think of nothing but the superior woman. You are somewhat like a guy in that respect. I was the first thing to cross your mind right Cooper?” Priscilla asked as she walked up to him.

“Actually sleep was the first thing to cross my mind but yeah sure you were in there somewhere.” Cooper added with a sigh. Something about the woman made him uneasy. He usually had a good feel for these things.

“Well I tell you what when I get back we could go ahead and get to of your thoughts wiped out at once. I have an oversized bed big boy. It has plenty of extra support to so nothing will get broken…..Well except maybe you.” She smiles and runs her hands across his chest.

“Nah your heart would too you’re just not his type. Too I don’t know slutty and easy.” Nicco adds.

“Yeah I could see where that may remind him a little too much of his sister. Would be kind of you know oogie.” She adds as she steps to a teleporter pad. “The funeral will be held tomorrow. we’re going the suit and tie route. Don’t want it to look like a hero theme funeral way too cheesy. Nicco make sure your dress covers your whole ass. Shouldn’t need too much fabric for that.” The teleporter activates and she is gone.

“BITCH” Nicco says to the teleport pad.

MARCUS’ OFFICE~~~~

“Mrs. Anderson is here to see you Marcus.” Melissa pages from the other room.

“Send her in.” Marcus responds as he turns his chair around she enters the room. “Looks like your little plan to get rid of Miller had an unexpected side effect.” Marcus’ hand lights up.

“Well it may have been unexpected for you Marcus but for me it was all right according to plan.”

“Great so give me one reason not to light your sorry ass up like a Christmas tree.” Marcus asks as the energy around his hand crackles and sparks even brighter.

“I’ll give you one how’d you like to lead this little boy scout troop?” She asks as she throws the pictures of The Syndicate 6 on the table.

“Well Priscilla not sure how to answer that.” Marcus grabs the picture up and it lights in a flame.

“I figured you wouldn’t.” She smiles.

BACK AT YOU FERAL!!!!

[Feral Female]

Oooooooooo awesome issue Str8! My evil mind is awhirl with possibilities! <Rubs hands together in glee>

[Feral Female]

Syndicate 6- Psalms & Sheets

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“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen.”

“Amen,” the team murmur as Miller`s ‘container’ slides slowly into the cremation chamber. A final blessing is offered over the small assembly by the over-worked facilities pastor, each and every one in their darkest colors. Even Sterno has toned down his flamboyancy, uncomfortable in the suit and tie; he stares at the heat waves coming from the chambers door as it glides closed.

His blue eyes move over his co-workers then to Priscilla, standing now speaking to the pastor giving the corner of her eye a small dab. Sebastian rolls the small round gold ball in his tongue over his teeth, lost in thought. He hated bloody wakes and wanted nothing more than to head to the bar and get plastered beyond repair. Maybe a few dozen pints and chasers would dull the unease he was still carrying around? The Brit jerks when the small pale hand of the reverend comes to rest on his shoulder.

“I see you suffer in silence. Please know that he is in a better place walking hand in hand with….”

“Can I talk to you?” Sterno whispers as the others file out of the late afternoon service,” Confidentially?” The balding man of God nods and waves to the confessional booth.

*~*~*

As they all move out into the corridor Priscilla blows her turned up nose delicately then slides her lace handkerchief into the sleeve of her ebony designer dress.”There will be a staff meeting at six tonight. This is not an optional attendance meeting,” she explains looking at each and every of them, “You will be there on time, and sober,” a darting scowl at Nicco.”This meeting will explain the changes that will be taking place in the management of this fine organization and will also bring you up to speed on some interesting information dealing with Marcus. Dismissed,” she coughs delicately to imply her throat was hoarse from her weeping and lamenting. Garrett opens his mouth then clamps it shut, biting off the hundred and three questions that were running through his mind.

Cooper rips his dark blue tie loose to watch her move down the hall on legs long as a thoroughbred’s.”Listen,” he says getting his sister`s attention from whipping visual daggers at the knock-out blonds well rounded ass.”I need to get out of here for a bit. Just get the funeral out of my head,” he hurries to clarify, knowing Nicolette was struggling with the service herself. Too damned similar to their parents lovely and costly arrangements for either of them. She nods briskly.

“Just make sure you`re back here for that damned meeting,” Garrett reminds the young man. Tank grunts out a garbled reply then sets off in the opposite direction that their new commander took. Garrett drops the tiny thing beside him a quick look, wondering if the stark black of her tasteful dress was making her seem pale. He knew his guts were wound up in knots tighter than some fucking toddler’s laces having to endure yet another service.”You too,” he finally forces out ignoring the peculiar emotion in her dull green eyes as she glances up at him.

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” Nicco inquires a moment later to his already departing back.

“I got shit to take care of kid,” Bulkhead replies not turning his head or body, not really daring to if he was going to be honest with himself. Both of them were pecker deep in their own shit full memories and baggage the man knew. Well maybe she wasn`t pecker deep in…..he snarls at his minds mental meanderings.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Later then.”

Shit! Shit! SHIT!!!!! She had to go and be a woman now?! Of all fucking times the damn little Munchkin had to lose that gruff ‘Kiss my ass!’ exterior and slip back into being soft and small and hurting. Shit!! Pulling in as much air as he can into his huge frame, he slowly moves his dark head to the left just enough to see her fall in on herself as she spins on short onyx heels that work her calves perfectly. Stilettos wouldn`t be her. She bitch Priscilla yeah. Nicolette? No.

This was one of those fork in the yellow brick road kind of dilemmas every man faces on occasion Garrett feels. Take the wrong path and you ended up in the wicked witch’s castle getting ass loved by flying monkeys. Pick the right path and you ended up in Oz. Or bung fucked Kansas. Okay, so maybe this was a huge Y in the golden road! For the love of Christ get off the mother humping Wizard bullshit he growls internally.

“I could use some coffee.” His offer is tense, gruff and tentative.

He had never been one for snappy come-on lines or witty repartee, his proposal to Connie had been almost as lame. But the look on her face when she stops and faces him, it was so much like his wife’s expression when he had presented her with that chip of diamond it nearly buckles his strong knees.

“I have some instant in my room.” Her reply is light, shy and relieved.

Stryke drifts back from the conversation since they had effectively excluded him from the little pre-game banter, and he doubted the offer for Taster`s Choice included him anyway. He didn`t think the tiny little wise-ass was into threesomes, but then again he was having trouble getting over Bulkhead falling into the whole hero chicks appeal. Maybe the man needed something to help him over the loss of Connie? Maybe he just needed to blow a nut. He didn`t give a rats ass either way.

The assassin slips off as the two make their way down the corridor for ‘coffee’, his mind on other things…..things dark and pained due to the death of Miller he now had only one source to turn to in his search for his past.

Priscilla.

When he enters her quarters she finds the voluptuous blond gone, her room undisturbed aside from an envelope lying neatly on her wide bed addressed to him. It makes him pause to think she knew him so well. Yet his cold hand lifts the delicate parchment from the mauve comforter and his calloused finger slips under the flap.

What lays inside drops him to his knees.

*~*~*
Garrett pushes his girth through her doorway, stopping directly inside the portal as Nicco kicks her shoes across the room not caring where they landed. She tugs the black jacket off to whip that to the multihued blanket on her bed.

“God I just hate dressing up,” she says tugging his hazel eyes from the discarded jacket to her slim back. “I have to plug the coffee pot in, to make the hot water so it`ll just be a few! Sit down. Okay?”

Was that anxiety making her voice range higher he wonders ignoring the beanbag chair she waves a petite hand at to lower his ass to the edge of the bed, moving a lone pink high-top aside amid the rumpled unmade linens.

“I guess you`re kind of upset too huh? I mean, wow. That had to be a ball shot having to go to another funeral so soon after losing your, hell. Uhm, yeah! I see that was a real asshole comment, I`m sorry!” she begins to blather nervously after seeing the firm set of his jaw.” It, my folks, they were cremated too and it just flashed me back. Coop too I could tell. I assumed it must have been much worse since, she and you, happened, being married, lost so recently and, make me stop talking!” Nicolette squeaks out tightening her grip on the small jar of instant coffee in her hands.

“I fucking wish I could,” he states coming to his feet in a rush.”I`ll be damned if I`ve figured out a way to keep your mouth shut. I, this was a bad idea.”

“I`m sorry.”

Go. Go now Garrett. Go now and spend a few hours reliving the nightmare over and over until you puke up your lunch along with all your hopes and dreams. A small raspy shudder moves across the disheveled suite, a sound like a butterfly mourning.

“I`m sorry.”

Mayhap it was the plaintive small mewl from the little shit. Mayhap it was the pain and longing in her voice. Mayhap it was just the need for some succor as opposed to self-inflicted flagellation. He doesn`t have a tinkers chance of knowing what it is that sends him towards her as opposed to away from her. All Garrett knows is that her hands are clamped around the red-capped jar like wee vices as he goes to take the instant from her then place it beside the chugging tiny pot on the bureau.

“I know you are.”

“I didn`t want to make you leave,” she admits with candor her small white teeth working her bottom lip feverishly.”I just thought, if you knew that I got it, that maybe you would, that I could, it would make, help, ease something for you. I really need to shut up but I can`t seem to figure out how! It`s a nervous thing! Ask Cooper! I just get going and can`t find the verbal brakes! Are you going to kiss me?”

“Yeah, to shut you up. Yeah,” he grunts and she nods rapidly rising up on her tip-toe`s to fling her slim arms around his thick neck, her fingers going into his black hair to tug his mouth down to hers. She was impatient, he was taking too long and she was going to prattle herself into a myopic condition soon!

The kiss isn`t tender or shy but deep and searing, both being spurred to each other out of a myriad of things…pain, loss, fear, passion and sexual attraction to name but a few.

Her bottom slams against the dresser sending the pot to rattling and the jar of instant to tumble from the bureau top to the floor. Garrett rakes her mouth hungrily, demanding a response that comes with a wave of feminine drive to rival his own. Her legs slide up his hips and link behind his ass to lock her heat tight to his hardness while her tongue moves over his. One hand slips under her small rear, to jack her closer to where he was dying to be.

Taking her with him Bulkhead trips and stumbles over the shit on the floor, her soft panting laughter over his lips manna for his aching spirit. She falls atop him on the bed with a gasp then covers his mouth with hers once more as her tiny hands move over shoulders and biceps, kneading his muscles through the suit jacket he still wore.

“You`re overdressed,” Nicco huffs pushing at the jacket with impatience,” I need to feel your skin with my fingers,” she says as his hands tug the prim white top out of her skirts waistband. He needed the same thing he realizes ripping the blouse nearly in two to visually find her small breasts covered in a thin lacy bra. His body jerks at the sight of the flushed horny imp straddling him so eagerly.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he tells her roughly as she scatters buttons in her wild need to get him undressed. Her cat-like meow tugs a corner of his mouth up while she leans back to drag her short nails over his pectorals downward through the matting of hair over his chest and abdomen.

“Touch me,” she whispers meeting his hooded hazel eyes with simmering emerald ones. He does, eagerly splaying his huge hands over her pert breasts. Her reaction is electric and he hisses through clenched teeth as her powers flair to life, drawing from him into her then looping back into him where her fingers dig into his rippled abdomen. It was like nothing he had ever felt! The sensation hurtles his needy male body into overdrive.”Did I hurt you?” she pants out in fear and he shakes his head.

“You take all you want short-shit,” Garrett grinds out squeezing those lovely handfuls roughly,” Just send it back. I can take whatever you can!”

Nicolette exhales in clear relief then finds the buckle of his dress belt.”We`ll see about that,” she teases whipping the belt clear across the room, not caring one shit that the hot pot of water shatters. All she can focus on is getting him into her. The mountain of man under her arches up with a low thunderous growl as she slams another wave of pilfered power into his flesh. This was going to bring the fucking house down she thinks crying out as he loops back into her yet again, his hands moving down to shove her skirt up to her waist then cupping her bottom aggressively.

*~*~*

“Oh my, would you look at that?! I have to say your husband is hung like a horse! Connie, did he ever do that to you? Did you ever do that to him ?? “Priscilla inquires seated beside the bed that Jumper is strapped to. She has her laptop sitting on the comatose woman`s softly moving chest, the ventilator filling lungs with a steady ease.

“Now see that position is one I`ve always been fond of. It just drives it in that much further doesn`t it?” the blond queries with a malicious light in her stunning blue eyes. She did have to give those two their dues she thinks taking a small sip of diet soda through a thin white straw, they were going it at like wild pigs. Suey Bulkhead! You slap that tiny skanky ass she giggles inwardly and then tosses another kernel of popcorn into her mouth from the tub crammed between Connie`s arm and side.

It almost makes her wetter to see the heart monitor begin to increase as the poor fried pregnant woman watches her husband slamming meat to the little whore with eyes she cannot close. Knowing what she had planned for Nicolette after her and Bulk`s little round of lick and stick, well the doo-doo will hit the propeller`s with maximum splatter ratio. Stir in the surprise with Marcus and hell, she might just orgasm herself if she wasn`t careful Priscilla smirks smugly.

“I know! It really is quite the porn flick isn`t it? I think we need sound too though, don`t you? I wonder if she`ll come screaming his name like you used to, before the horrible accident and all. Let`s see shall we?” Priscilla reaches over languidly to tap the mute button, winking down at the glassy eyed female as another jag sounds off on the heart monitor.

”Now, now Connie don`t get too excited in there. Junior needs your womb to grow in for just a wee bit longer then we`ll do the surrogacy procedure. I do love medical technology don`t you? No? Well judging by what I see Garrett doing to that trim little slut I would be very concerned about keeping my figure if I were you! Baby weight is so hard to lose.” Two good spikes on the woman`s heart rate and blood pressure chime loudly in the quiet of the Syndicates deepest realms. “Damn I`m so glad I decided to stay in and just rent something on Pay per view!”



Tag! You`re it Str8!

This post has been edited by Feral Female on Sep 9 2009, 03:03 AM

[STR8UPEVL]

CONFERENCE ROOM 4

“Well looks like some people are late for our little meeting. Guess they had more pressing bodies of work to tend to.” Priscilla said looking at Sterno and Tank as they were the only two people who had made it to the meeting on time. “Is it too much to ask for people to fucking show up when and where they are supposed to be?”

“Well Stryke, that chap e is probably off somewhere moping about how bloody miserable his life is only he can’t remember enough of it to actually know why it is so miserable. The whole pissed off brooding asshole angle is really over used.” Sterno replied.

“My sister is probably still reeling from the cremation thing. She took it kind of hard seeing as how our parents were cremated.” Tank started to respond.

“That’s not the only thing she’s taking kind of hard Tank believe me.” Priscilla laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tank questioned.

“Well she’s taking a hands on role with the higher ups.” Priscilla started.

“Keep talking about me like I am not here and I will take a real hands on approach with the higher ups. When I choke the fucking useless life out of your bitch ass.” Nicco says as she walks into the room.

“Yeah well you were choking on other parts of other people now weren’t you. Big brother is always watching, now would you like to discuss fraternization policies?” Priscilla asks Nicco.

“Tell you what Priscilla if you don’t shut the fuck up the only things that will be fraternizing is my foot and your ass” Bulkhead says as he walks and takes his seat at the table.

“You know this whole team seems to lack any respect for their new leader.” Priscilla says as she sits at the end of the table.

“What the fuck they put you in control of this group? You couldn’t lead your way out of a wet paper bag with a scissors and a GPS.” Bulkhead said.

“Well at least I’d be able to keep everyone in the paper bag alive. Hell you may even have a chance of getting them out too if the paper bag is wet enough when you call for a scorched Earth op. Seeing your little after party with Nicco I take it that this cremation was less disturbing than the last one you caused. Poor, poor Connie Nicco realize the last person he fucked ended up deep fried.” Priscilla was anxious to push his buttons.

“FUCK YOU BITCH” Bulkhead lurched across the table to get at Priscilla.

“You fucked my sister.” Tank grabbed Bulkhead by the throat.

“It was mutually beneficial it’s not like she didn’t want it.” Bulk replied he had thrown a shield around his neck letting Tank think he had indeed grabbed his neck. “She’s an adult Tank she sure as fuck doesn’t need you to make her moral decisions for her now does she? Speaking of decisions if you don’t get your hands off of me then you will have just decided to get your ass kicked.”

“Coop I am not a child. I do not need you to decide what, when, where or WHO I do got it? I am not a child I do not need you protecting me.” Nicco slinked her way between the two masses of humanity knowing the two of them getting in to a physical altercation would be nowhere near as pleasing as her physical altercation with Bulk.

“I mean I am all for keeping it in the family but sorry you’re just not my type big guy.” Tank shoved Bulkhead back against the wall. He didn’t even know what he was saying was anywhere near as offensive as it may have been intended. Nicco kind of shrugged it off as a little “too close to home” for her brother. She didn’t think that Tank found Bulkhead attractive. Well maybe not as hot as she found him. Her and her brother didn’t really have the same taste in men usually but sometimes they did. Not that she was thinking now was one of those times.

Tank was about to walk out of the room. “Where the hell do you think you are going I didn’t say this meeting was over.” Priscilla screamed.

“Yeah you still have to stay for the part where I choke the living shit out of Priscilla.” Bulkhead said.

“This bickering and childish crap is exactly the kind of thing that gets people killed in the field.” Priscilla said.

“It’s going to get you killed in here if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Bulkhead said.

“You know there’s usually snacks or doughnuts or something in these meetings. Atleast there’s entertainment. No sense of control or any bloody fucking order but hey always entertaining. Yeah always entertaining.” Sterno said as he took it all in.

“Shut up. This is not a well organized group this is a disaster waiting to happen. There is no sense of duty no importance people live and die based on your decisions and you are making them on a whim. It stops here and now. This is going to be a team and not a random bunch of miscreants all trying to one up each other. Tank your sister is sleeping with Bulkhead. Sterno prefers to live his life drunk well it seems all of you appreciate being drunken buffoons. It stops now the bar is off limits to all of you it seems to cloud your already screwed up judgment. If need be I will give you all curfews you want to act like children you will all be treated like children. Miller was too forgiving of you all and look where it got him. He was killed by the enemy because you were all acting like a bunch of frat boys. As of now this “TEAM” is on the equivalent of probation. One more mistake and you will all be overpowered janitors, you signed your life over to this group and now it is time we started seeing some results.” Priscilla slammed her hand down on the table.

“Nice little speech” a bunch of pens slam into the table framing Priscilla’s hand. “I assure you that if I wanted thos pens would be through your hands but I want to enjoy the moments of shoving them in on my own. YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME. You overplayed your hand.” Stryke throws two photos they slam into the table one corner of each buried deep in the table. “when you gave me the first memory it felt real it felt right. This is just wrong I don’t know her. I don’t know any of those people. I searched and searched they are nowhere in there.”

“I am not having this discussion with you right now. I assure you these memories are yours.” Priscilla responded.

“If they’re not mine you can make them mine. RIGHT? That’s what you do isn’t it Priscilla. Yeah see that’s the memory I got out of it. I remember you Priscilla. Not fully but I know enough are you blocking the rest of it out? Why can’t you just open it all back up for me? WHY CAN’T YOU GIVE ME MY FUCKING LIFE BACK?” Stryke screams but Priscilla has to tune a certain part of it out because now she hears another voice screaming in the back of her mind.

HEY PRISSY GUESS WHAT TAG YOU’RE IT!! YOU LET YOUR DEFENSE SLIP FOR A MINUTE AND YOU HAD TO KEEP YOUR MIND LINKED TO MINE AND NOW..HAHAHAHA. YOU JUST LET ME SLIP IN TO YOUR LITTLE TELEPATHY GIG. THEN I BORROED MY BROTHER’S POWER TO MULTIPLY IT ALL. SO GUESS WHAT HE’S BAAAAAACKKKKK. OH YEAH AND AS IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR FUCKING DAY.
“Hello guys and gal. Miss me?” Tenfold stands at the door.

“You shouldn’t be walking around right now you still need your rest. How did you get out of your isolation chamber?” Priscilla asks.

“Well my powers leached out and some chick with the power to phase through solid objects happened to be in the area. I feel a lot better right now. You aren’t looking so hot Priscilla.” Tenfold smiles. “So what did I miss?”

DON’T WORRY YOUR LITTLE SECRET IS SAFE WITH ME FOR RIGHT NOW. BUT YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR IT YOU LIKE BLACKMAILING PEOPLE LET’S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT FROM THE OTHER SIDE.

“Well the real reason for this little get together was to introduce you all to the team’s new leader. Well maybe he can actually make this a team.” Priscilla says as Marcus walks in to the room.

“Well fancy meeting you all under these circumstances. Sorry about that whole killing your last boss thing but he was corrupted. Thing is I am not so sure he wasn’t the only one.” Marcus’ hand crackles with his signature blue energy. “We have a mission to attend to now. You can all play the “I AM NOT FOLLOWING THIS GUY’S ORDERS GAME LATER NOW IT IS TIME TO HANDLE AN IMPORTANT SITUATION. Your personal opinions will have no standing on this. You have all signed to this company it is time to start acting like employees and less like a gang of horny mavericks with a grudge. I am not here to ask if you like this situation if you people could handle yourselves I wouldn’t have to be here. Yes I just gained my powers but I have REAL WORLD leadership experience. I’ll be learning how to use my powers and you will all be learning how to follow orders. Sounds mutually beneficial to me. 10 minutes launch pad 6 no further discussion.” Marcus becomes electricity and disappears into the wall socket.

“FUCK ME” Bulkhead says.

“Have to be a quickie the man just said we have 10 minutes.” Tenfold replies dryly.

NEXT ISSUE: MARCHING ORDERS.

[Feral Female]

Hot damn that was a heck of an issue Str8! Nothing like a new boss everyone hates. Wait, this team now has two new bosses......I revel in the drama!

[Feral Female]

Sorry gang but my issue is going to be a little bit longer. I have a block that I need to work out, so hopefully it shouldn`t take too much longer.

[Feral Female]

Woo and hoo, the block broke! Here`s my issue Str8! Hope y`all enjoy it. =)

[Feral Female]

Syndicate 6-Marching Orders
*~~~~*

“You ever notice how things in life tend to just begin as little bitty gas pains and before you bloody well know it you`re sucked down the loo holding onto a log for dear life wondering where the hell all the shit came from?” Sterno asks of everyone in general as they enter launch bay 6 to find Marcus waiting by a shuttle.

“It came out of an asshole like you! Now zip it!” Nicco snaps at Sebastian. The Brit waggles a pierced brow down at her.

“Glad to see your little game of slap boogies didn`t dull your wit,” Sterno snickers getting a middle finger over the shoulder from the pixie and a shoulder slam from Bulk that drives the lean fire-starter back into the wall.”Bloody hell,” he groans falling in behind the others. Marcus smiles sweetly as the six pass, even going so far as to bow gallantly to Nicolette despite her cold wake.

“Well, she`s quite the little ice queen isn`t she Garrett?” Marcus inquires as he straightens to level a look at Bulkhead.”You do realize that what transpired between you two will not happen again correct? That little escapade is strictly against fraternization policies A to Z, although it may have skipped the numbered listings, but hell you both covered sixty-nine didn`t you? I really wouldn`t,” Marcus warns casually feeling the power begin to resonate off the former leader.”Now go sit down and do try to play nicely with the other children won`t you?”

Ten-Fold reclines back in his seat with outward calm, his arms folding easily across his chest as he lifts a fast glance to Tank dropping down in front of him. Inside his gut was bubbling like a pot of water on a high flame. If it weren`t for his brother whispering to him constantly he fears his fingers would be tapping out a fucking S.O.S under his crossed arms.

When everyone is onboard and buckled into their seats Marcus strides to the front of the shuttle, stops and turns to assess the cold glares that would frost the fuzz on his nuts if he actually cared what they thought, but he doesn`t.

“Very good,” he comments leaning his bottom to the pilot`s seat behind him.”I see we`re all in our places with bright shiny faces.”

Nicolette lays a calming hand atop Garrett`s when he grumbles under his breath at the caustic tone their former nemesis was using. What the double fuck was Priscilla thinking bringing this ass-wipe in and levering him to the top dog slot?!

“Now since I`m in charge I thought we would use this time together to get this pathetic bunch of losers you all call a team back onto what really needs to be done,” Marcus explains moving his eyes across each of the people sitting stiffly in front of him.”So our number one priority is finding Killian. You all do remember him/her/it right? According to the files Priscilla gave me this stellar ensemble,” he waves a hand at the team, “Was put together for that very purpose.”

“Yeah, and we were working on it but got waylaid. You do recall us having to chase your ass all over?” Stryke interjects pulling a fast snort from Sterno lounged across two seats across the aisle.

“That does ring a bell,” Marcus titters confidently.”Shame you didn`t catch me isn`t it? It does seem you all have a talent for fucking things royally and that was in no way a tasteless comment aimed at the lovely young Miss Sterling. First the scorched earth fiasco, then the miserable attempt to apprehend me. Do you see the pattern?”

“Suck me,” Tank snarls upwards. Nicco hisses a fast warning back at her brother.

“Hmmm not my forte but ask Priscilla when we get back…if we get back. For now we are moving and moving fast on some Intel that just fell into our laps. I will be commander in charge that needs to be said one last time. You all will jump when I say jump and I had better hear a ‘How high Sir!?’ before your pussy ass, excuse the sexist remark,” he nods once more at Nicco,” Before your gay, hmmm, another offensive quip to the brute with the hair up his not-so-tight ass. Sit!” Marcus barks at Tank as he explodes from his seat.”There are no fucking secrets in this organization or this team! Secrets get people killed. So you like men Cooper? Who gives a flying rabbit dick? So your sister likes to have her tiny little titties fondled while she comes. Don`t care one flapping dipstick about what gender you bed or how many F`in drinks or confessional`s it takes to try to numb you to the fact that the only way you can blow a nut is to have as much pain heaped on your pale British ass as possible.”

“Fucking wanker,” Sterno growls slipping down into his seat as his shoulders fall in on him.

“I don`t have the time to even begin to tread what you`re hiding Stryke but it would be quite the shocker for you since you can`t remember the last time you rolled anything animal, vegetable ormineral. Ten if it were my call, and rest assured after this mission I will make it my call, you will be in the tightest, most secure rubber fucking donkey room I can find. Mental patients generally don`t make the grade and you can pass that along to that nimrod voice in your empty head. Bulk, well since we`re trying to make all nicey-nice I`ll just let your little penchant for a certain kind of ring go. Oops, well guess that cats out of the bag huh? Fine, now we all know each other’s dirty secrets. As for me, well I tend to get off on voyeurism so I really want to drop one last resounding cudo to Nicco and Bulk because that was hotter than Tommy Lee`s last birthday tape! There, it`s all out and now we can get our minds on finding, and stopping, Killian. Bulk you pilot, I`ll co-pilot. The co-ordinates are already entered into the navigational computers.”

“Sir Yes sir,” Garrett snarls flinging his girth from his chair and stalking past Marcus. Silence encompasses the shuttle as the engines come on-line. Nicolette tugs her belt free and kneels in her seat to find her brother huddled in on himself behind her. Green eyes to match hers lift for a second and she nearly weeps at the crude way he was outed.

“Coop,” she whispers.” That so totally sucked on his part. He just gets a boner from humiliating people.”

“Then he should be stiffer than a wedding night prick right about now,” Tank mutters tugging his gaze from his sister and latching it to his enormous upper arms folded across his massive chest. Nicco sighs and slips back to sit on her lean calves shaking her short cropped hair at Sebastian as he opens his mouth to say something to her brother.

Stryke closes his white eyes sadly thinking that out of all the dirty little tidbits just released his was truly the most saddening. Shit, at this point he`d flip over backwards just to recall if he had been gay, or an S & M lover. At least they all knew who they were, what stroked their rods or muffs. Him, he has nothing and that had to be the worst shot to the balls anyone could take. Ten-fold mumbles to himself the assassin hears and Stryke has to admit, begrudgingly, that he went along with Marcus on one thing-Ten was a certifiable section eight and his inclusion on this ‘elite’ team would be disastrous. What the hell Priscilla was thinking allowing him to saunter in and announce he had returned was anyone`s guess but Stryke was going to keep a close eye on the kid.

“Care to fill me in on where we`re going?” Bulk inquires dropping the controls that now lock onto auto-pilot since the lift off is over. Marcus snaps his keen eyes from the display panel.”Or is that a secret that`s okay to keep?”

“We`re headed to Belarus. Polotsk to be exact,” Marcus informs Garrett.” Some rather interesting things have turned up in the Saint Sophia Cathedral that our men seem to think could hold some clues in the origins of this Killian….thing.”

“Oh nice,” Bulk frowns deeply as they streak closer to Europe.” Is this mission with or without an engraved invitation from the government of Belarus?”

“Guess,” Marcus states with an off-kilter smirk.”Good thing we`re all wearing black huh?”




Back to you Str8!

This post has been edited by Feral Female on Oct 1 2009, 03:23 AM

[STR8UPEVL]

Great issue Feral hmmm I have a few ideas bouncing around in my head

[Feral Female]

That`s good to hear Str8! Glad it worked fer ya! =)

[STR8UPEVL]

Hey I know I am running kinda late on this should have issue up on Tuesday

[Feral Female]

Take your time Str8, life keeps us all hopping!

[STR8UPEVL]

So you know what I think was so great Marky the way that you kind of air everyone’s dirty laundry except really airing your own. See you didn’t tell them you are afraid of failing. The problem is that even though you are afraid of it you also in some strange way sabotage yourself. Self destructive asshole with newfound authority.

Get out of my head Psyphon. You stole Priscilla’s little power and now you think that gives you a voice. You’re dead just go ahead and face the fact. Slip away little boy. Let the darkness embrace you.

Oh come on now Mark, you know when I am ready I can go wherever I want. Right now though I have my reason for staying with my brother. When the time is right I already know who is going to have to clear out of their body for me to takeover. Unlike you I am not self destructive.

Well we’re going to take this little trip to Belarus and then I’ll deal with you.

Here’s to hoping you’re still alive to DEAL with me. Believe me I am so looking forward to this and here’s a little gift. Seems there’s a few memories you locked away in there. Like this one of you being beaten by your father simply for asking what he got you for your eleventh birthday. And with Tenfold’s power to amp it up it will be hard as hell not to have it cripple you. Good talk Mark good talk.

“AHHHHHHHHH you son of a bitch.” Marcus screams momentarily from the sheer pain of the memory that Psyphon brought up. It hurt and it was definitely reopening that mental scar. When they got back he thought of all the things he could do to Tenfold in the “safety” of the base.

That won’t work Mark I left a little piece of me in your head I hear your thoughts. If you’re lucky I’ll refrain from….hmmmm I’ll leave you in suspense.

“Just realized what an asshole you are? It can be a pretty painful moment.” Bulkhead asked.

“Go fuck yourself Garret…..since Nicco can’t do it for you anymore.” Marcus turns and smiles a self satisfied grin.

“Yeah well it’s alright I still got your mom’s number. She’s cheaper too way more experienced.” Garret shot back.

Marcus quickly turns and grabs Bulkhead by the throat his hand starts to glow with his signature blue energy. “Feel that Garret? Keep it up with your smart ass attitude and I will fry every fucking organ in your body.” Suddenly Marcus flinches in pain.

“Feel that fuckwad? That’s me slightly compressing your brain with one of my shields. Feel the power dwindling? I am cutting you off from the source of your power. It’s just a hint of what I could be doing to you. So back the fuck off.” Garret smiled getting right in Marcus’ face.

“Boys this little power struggle is getting ridiculous. Why don’t you quit all your cock fighting whip them out and see who’s got the true measure of leadership around here. It’s like schoolboy antics. Grow up already.” Nicco says from her chair.

“Well Nic we’d go ahead and do that but you’d probably be on your knees before I even got my zipper down. What happened was the name Cock Whore already given as a codename?” Marcus barely got the question out of his mouth before Tank shoved those words and his fist down Marcus’ throat.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!! You’re supposed to be the leader of this God DAMNED “TEAM” consider yourself warned one more word about my sister and before you even think your next insult you will be a blood smear. Dental records won’t even help. You want to run around being the big bad ass around here? Well let me just point out you are way out of your league.”
“While you blokes are all putting on one bloody hell of a show. I though I might point out the…Well let’s just say the guy in the fucking awesome armor coming in fast on our tail.” Sterno points to him on the monitor. “I’m guessing that whole thing where we didn’t get any approval to do this is coming back to bite us in the ass. They’re hailing us anyone speak…What the hell do they speak here.”

“The ship will translate it just patch them through.” Stryke says.

“You have entered our air space unannounced and uninvited. Land immediately or face the consequences.” Says a voice patched through to them.

“So you said we weren’t approved for this mission by the U.S. government right?” Nicco asks.

“Yes the U.S. Government will claim no ties to us. They won’t believe it though. So here’s the plan. E.T.A. to the drop site is mere seconds. I’m going to take out the tin can coming up on our ass. The rest of you get in there get the contact and get him out. I can find my own way back to the base if need be.” Marcus stops before he jumps out the plane. “Good luck and Bulk you are in charge while I am away. Try not to get the team killed this time.”

“Yeah sure. Only member of the team I want dead is about to jump out the plane. If you could die in the process I’d appreciate it.” Bulkhead replies.

Marcus jumps out of the plane then becomes pure energy form and hones in on the pursuer’s armor. “Hello if this is your idea of the Belarusian welcome wagon let me be the first to tell you. YOUR HOSPITALITY SUCKS. Feel that it is your systems shutting down one by one. Eventually you’ll just plummet to the ground below. Hope they had the foresight to equip this thing with airbags.”

The plane lands in a field near the cathedral. Okay scramble and locate the target.” Bulkhead was putting on a strong front but it seemed so much like the mission that cost him Connie. It just felt like déjà vu he was hoping it turned out a lot different. “Tenfold find him.”

“Way ahead of you boss know exactly where he is and he is on his way to us right now…….OH crap he’s not alone.” Tenfold suddenly feels a massive presence. “Get back to the ship it is a set up just like last time. There’s a shit load of them.” The team makes a mad dash for the ship but then the ship explodes. “FUCK”

They turn to see a group of people standing behind them at least 50 super powered people stand there. Various energy signatures and power wave swirling around. One man steps forward. Stryke recognizes him instantly it is the man that killed Travis.

“You just don’t get it do you? You are all chasing your own tails. Puppets, nothing more but so much less. Play things for a very rich and very bored man. Bought sold and paid for.” Says the unnamed man.

“I see someone just bought the book of lame villain clichés.” Tank replies. “Not really liking your odds here want to go back and find a few more rent a thugs? Seriously we’ll wait right here. Go ahead.”

“Well when we’re finished he’ll have to find new toys. His current ones will redefine the word broken. Go ahead decimate them.” The man turns and walks back through the crowd of villains.

“How do you say WE COME IN PEACE in Belarusian?” Sterno asked.

“I think we’re past that part. Nicco take Sterno’s power now the two of you need to scorch every fucker you can. I’m going to throw a shield up around us then start taking down any of them still standing. They still need air right?” Nicco touches Sterno and gets his power. The villains begin charging them. Stryke takes out a few some well placed shots.

Tanks just charges ahead bashing in as many skulls as he could. Everyone took a few licks but they were dishing them out much tougher. Then Nicco gets an idea she runs up and touches Bulkhead then Stryke combining the three powers she makes highly pressurized shields using Bulk’s power fillin thos spheres with Sterno’s explosive power. Then throws them exactly where they need to be using Stryke’s she begins nailing villains with lethal bombs left and right. Tenfold runs over to her uses her own power to take all the power signatures then multiplies them…TENFOLD.

“Anyone else feel bad that we are basically saving ourselves by destroying a church??” Tank asks. ”Shouldn’t Marcus be back by now.”

Suddenly the sky darkens just a little. “Looking for this one?” Asks a man in armor as he drops Marcus’ limp body to the ground. “He’s not dead yet. Why are you here?”

“Heard the church was a nice tourist attraction then these goons attacked us. Just wanted a few pictures for my MY SPACE page………….see if I give Belarus a thumbs up on any of their articles…..and I am so not friending you.” Tenfold said as he shot down the armored man. “Got bad news boys and girls. There’s more a lot more of them coming. Our ship is destroyed and this looks BAD.”

“Well we are officially screwed. Nice knowing you people but we are going to go down fighting.” Bulkhead states. He grabs Nicco and kisses her. “No one I’d rather fight to the death along side of.”

“INCOMING. Too damned many minds to read.” Tenfold screams.


Battles can sometimes become so hectic so tragic you can not even put them into words. This was one of those battles. They fought their hardest but they knew they also fought in vain. The numbers were against them from the start. All of them had taken heavy damage several on the edge of defeat. Then it all just stopped. The man who was leading them all stepped forward again.

“STOP they are not to be killed.” He walks up to Garret who can barely stand and grabs his jaw. “KNEEL before me.” The man says. “KNEEL BEFORE ME.” Garret looks up through his bloodied face and spits in the man’s face. “you dare spit in the face of your God little man. You dare spit in the face of Tyrant.”

“I dare spit in the face of a pathetic pussy who feared a fair fight.” Garret says finding the strength now to stare the man in his eyes.

“I hope then, you do not fear death.” Tyrant tells him. “Kill them all.”

Suddenly as he turns all of The Syndicate vanish. “No!! Find them” He screams.

THE TEAM all reappears beaten and bruised lying on the floor in the hangar at the base. Priscilla is standing there with a dumbfounded lok on her face.

“Why the hell didn’t you do that sooner?” Garret asks before he falls limp to the floor.

“Good question. I need every available medic and healer to hanger bay 7.” Priscilla turns and walks to the elevator. She rides it down to the sublevels having to use an access key then a code then a retina scan as she goes deeper and deeper. She steps out of the elevator and walks in to a hospital type room. “Cute trick Connie. But here’s the question. How much did that set you back in your recovery and why the hell did you bring his hot little piece of ass Nicco back with him. Oh no need to answer. I can already feel the damage you have done to yourself to make this happen. Your mind is almost gone. You really should have only tried to bring Garret back. Another trick like that and you mind will be gone. Then you really will be nothing more than an incubator. Sleep well. Connie.” Priscilla walks out of the room.

She fell for it Connie she really thinks your mind is gone. I am so glad I reached out and found your mind at the last minute. I will come to see you soon. My brother’s body needs some time to heal…They all will as will you. Even in a near coma you’re still a hero.

Is he happy with her?

WHAT if you mean Garret and Nicco then……it’s a rebound thing nothing more nothing less. She looks a lot like you and that means he isn’t over you.

You don’t have to lie to me Psy. I can handle it.

Just sleep Connie in time everything will work out.

I’ll take that as a yes

[Feral Female]

Good issue Str8! I love that Connie and Psyphon are now mentally connected, thats going to be a fun angle to work with!

[STR8UPEVL]

Yeah seems that Priscilla's little plan to trap Psyphon all alone in Tenfold's head is going to backfire he has become privy to a lot of her inside info since she left enough of herself in his head for Psyphon to take advantage of.................and it won't be long till he finds out more about KIllian............and by more I mean just about everything

[Feral Female]

Oh man, it almost makes a person feel badly for Priscilla.....almost.

I`m hoping to get to mine very soon but it may be a few days yet. Hang in there guys!

[Feral Female]

Syndicate 6- Lovers, friends & family

*~~~~~~*

“ Good morning Connie”

“Hello Psyphon”

“I can tell you`re tired, I just wanted to stop in and check on you.”

“That’s nice. Can you check on Garrett for me? I`m just so….so…”

“Sure. You rest, you and the baby rest. I was going to visit some of them anyway. He loves you Connie ”

“Yeah, thanks for that. I have to go now….so, so, tired….”


*~*~*~*

Nicolette sighs at the warmth behind her, snuggling her tiny bottom backwards to get closer.’ This is nice’ she thinks in a half dream, half sleep state as a thick arm slips around her waist. Not a word is spoken between them before she drifts back into a deep restorative slumber, her little dark head pillowed on a firm bicep, the soft beeps of the medical bay`s monitoring machines mingled with his soft breaths supplying a soothing lullaby for her.

When she awakens again his hand is splayed on her stomach.”Are you supposed to be sleeping with me?” Nicco whispers softly. His lips touching the back of her head brings a sleepy smile to her face.

“They can suck my dick,” Garrett replies over her shoulder.”I don`t think anyone has the right to comment on who takes who to their bed.”

“Amen,” drifts over the privacy curtain from Tank on the other side.

“You know Coop I always had a suspicion you were a teapot. Remember that time I set you up with one of those Polynesian twins who were circus contortionists? Any man who turns down a night with a woman who can touch her head to her bloody feet has to be a teapot!”

Nicco giggles at the large exhalation from the huge man holding her to his chest.”So much for having some private time,” Garrett mutters behind her. With little effort she wriggles about in his hold fixing Bulk with mischievous green eyes.

“We could pretend we fell back asleep then get all freak nasty right under their noses,” she teases slipping a bare leg over his hip. His hand moves under the bottom of her ugly hospital gown as a very intimate growl escapes him.

“Don`t tempt me,” the man growls massaging her bottom.

“You do know we can all hear you right!?” Stryke says to their left as the sound of his monitor going off line squalls throughout the medical bay.”Fuck this,” another snarl from the assassin as he yanks I.V.`s and leads free.

“We`ll pick this up later,” Nicco whispers over Garrett`s lips before she gives him a long, sloppy kiss.”I see you`re all recovered,” she purrs in feminine appreciation of the very apparent hardness under his gaping gown.

“Okay, this is like repulsive in ways that even a gay man can`t swallow,” Cooper huffs, another monitor joining the chorus.

“I really hate these assholes at times,” Garrett grumbles when the pixie escapes his arms to begin tugging herself free from her wires and leads.

“I feel like shit,” Tenfold chimes in just as the sound of the door leading into the recovery area opening slips in amid the din.

“Sorry to say but you look like shit too Ten,” Sterno comments from his bed, lighting a smoke he rummaged from amid his personal effects.”Ahhh man! Nothing like a good fag, no offense Coop.’

“I tend to agree, “Tank replies tugging his sister`s curtain open as Priscilla enters with the medical staff, her face drawn, her body language expressing her temper well.”You might want to cover up that hard-on,” Tank chides whipping a pillow at Garrett with a wink.

“Well, isn`t this just so very Brady,” Priscilla says padding past Stryke on her way to Marcus `bed.”A pajama party! Five men, two women, I`m so there,” she purrs raking Cooper with simmering blue eyes.”Oh Bulk! What a fine sight! For me? I`m touched.”

“You`re touched alright,” Sebastian mutters flicking ashes to the clean floor. Tenfold snickers, pushing himself to a sitting position in his bed next to Sterno`s.”You`re fucking bonkers. I`d still do you though,” he adds with a waggle of pierced brows.

“Dream on limey prig,” the blond counters stopping beside Marcus to read his read-out sheets quickly.

“I just woke up.”

“Next to the team skank,” Priscilla says dropping the brain-wave readouts.”Shall we go over fraternization policies again Bulkhead?” she inquires turning her head to look at him through a wave of golden hair.

“Fraternize this,” the large man whips at her as he rolls from the too small bed with his prick in his hand.”I`ll fuck who I want and this organization can either accept it or they can kiss my ass.”

“Ooooo I do love it when you talk so forceful!” Nicco mewls patting his bare ass when Bulk strides past her.

“Christ Jesus,” Stryke mumbles tugging his pants on in full view of all.”This team is nothing but fucking wise-asses and titty jokes. I like it,” he sniggers tugging his fly up.

“Well good for you Stryke,” Priscilla snaps angrily, raising a delicate hand to rub her furrowed brow.”Shame your recollection of tits is limited to internet porn. Speaking of cows,” she turns her gaze to Nicolette as the girl tugs her head free from a clean top.”You`re to report to section eleven for a diagnostic run through of your powers. Seems the med boys are concerned you over did with all the sucking you engaged in during the Belarus mission.”

“Do I detect a note of envy boss?” Nicco asks openly admiring the rear view Garrett affords as he steps into a pair of black camouflage pants.

“Hardly,” Priscilla counters quickly, then nearly falls on her face, Stryke`s quick hand to her arm saving her from going down in a heap.”Just report to them when you get dressed!” Priscilla hisses jerking her arm free from the assassin. Tenfold tosses a fast look of pleasure at the blonds back as she attempts to leave the medical bay with dignity.

“You go brother,” Steve whispers keeping his knowing blue eyes on her as she weaves through the portal.


*~*~*~*

Marcus moves through his backyard at a dead run, his small legs pumping his boy`s body onward, his spelling paper clutched in his hand. He doesn`t stop to pet his dog Dozer, although the Heinz 57 variety pooch leaps and spins at the boy`s arrival, his yips of joy ignored by the ten year old as his sneakers skid to the battered back door.

“Dad?” he yells as he flings the screen door open, Dozer racing in around the lad with exuberance. Marcus gives the dingy kitchen a fast once over as he jogs past the counters and table littered with empty Jim Beam bottles. Looks like his dad didn`t make it to work again the boy thinks slowing his gait down as he moves out of the eating area of their small home.

He pads around the end of the sofa to find his father raising red-rimmed eyes up at him.

“There a reason you`re here?” the man asks, slurring his S`s slightly. Dozer jumps onto the rough green recliner, cocking his stubby ears at the soap opera on the television.

“School`s done,” Marcus explains carefully as he flicks a fast glance down at his spelling paper.”I did real good on my spelling test dad,” the boy says not daring to look away. His father lifts the half empty bottle to his lips, drinks deeply and coarsely and then holds out his hand for the crumpled sheet of notebook paper.

Marcus tentatively places the test in his father`s shaking hand. He scuffs the tip of his high-top along the edge of the unraveled braided rug. Dozer pants in the recliner with his brown head resting on his front paws, gleeful and merry his people were here.

The boy never sees the backhanded blow. It catches his across his nose and sends the lean child backwards into the wall with force. Dozer whines quietly, his canine smile gone now as his tail stops its happy beat. Marcus begins to whimper, his vision blurred with unshed tears as his test paper flutters to the floor.

“An eighty? You call an eighty real good? Fucking worthless kid,” the man grumbles before his head falls back to the sofas cushion.

“I`m not worthless,” the boy whispers as his eye begins to blacken.”I`m not worthless, I`m not worthless, I`m not worthless……”

“Oh yes you are Marcus. You`re a worthless brat stuck in a man`s body. Want to skip ahead to the day you saw your dad banging that broad from the bar or do you want to replay the day the old man beat Dozer into pulp with a bat for barking?”

Marcus screams out mentally as Psyphon tugs another memory to the front of his psyche.

“Oh good! It`s Christmas! And what is this? Neato! Let`s watch daddy whip you with a belt for waking him up to see what Santa left! Ho fucking ho big man!”



Over to you Str8!!

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Due to time constraints and life in general tying us down, Str8 and I are going to have to put this on hiatus for a while. We appreciate your support and hopefully will get back to the storytelling very soon!


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