Faye Hawkins's Story

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Ah, dreams! They were always so....fucking weird! Why, during her most recent sleeping session, she had a dream about capturing the escaped subjects, had another one about falling in love with a giant gummy bear only to eat him during their honeymoon, and then another one about having some sort of *cough cough* with both Sasha and Asche. She woke up after the last one giggling to herself before she looked at the time and pouted.

A knock at the door made her pout more. "Faye? It is time for the meeting!" It was Bridget....perfect!

"Huh? What? Can't hear you, Bridget dear!" Faye lied, prompting Bridget to enter and see Faye's nude form laying on the bed, and causing Faye to giggle maniacally. "Well? What'd you say?" she asked again.

"G-Uh....Um....Meeting.....Director...Now...." A blush had smashed into Bridget's face. Clearly she was not having a good morning.

Faye sighed and flopped on her bed, not wanting to put on clothes....oh well! She put on at least a pair of panties, and then a bath-robe, walking through the halls of this weird ass building. She'd been here for a few months; she'd seen all four of the Escapees, but never got close enough to do anything to them. She envied Asche in that regard.

Speaking of Asche, it seems that he had just revealed himself to both Sasha and the Director! With a giggle she clapped slowly and loudly. "My, my! I did not know that you took lessons in stripteasing, Asche! You must show me one day!" She giggled, pulling up a chair and sitting in it, the robe she was wearing barely covering her ample chest; not that she cared.

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At the door, I snapped my duvet off the ground, drawing it close enough that I was so sure it could probably become one with my body. That would have been alright, right at that moment. “Oh, would you look at that; Hawkins is here too. You wanna know how I got so good? I spent a good deal of time fucking myself; you should probably do the same.” To most it would sound harsh. And if people were offended and hated me for such comments, then good for them. That many less people I had to deal with, and the fewer the better. That comment had triggered an almost audible snap inside me as my mood instantly darkened. Before I’d been unpleasantly peeved at Sasha’s presence, and now I was definitely leaving that room with a bang, slamming the doors open and shut as I set my jaw to try and keep myself under control for now.

I made a beeline directly for my room, leaving Bridgette with a rather pointedly rude comment as I left—“I can see your fucking nipples through your shirt, Bridgette; it isn’t that cold in here, you whore.”—and made my way back to my room to flop face-first on the bed. Deep breath in, hold for three… two… one. Out. Repeat. It never helped, but it gave me something else to busy my mind with rather than wondering what would happen if I tried to put my fist through the wall right now. I figured I probably shouldn’t test it—better safe than sorry, right? and I was going to need my fapping hand later—and instead changed the briefs I’d worn all night last night, throwing a pair of dark wash jeans, a tightly fitted black tank, and a zip-up hoodie with the drawstrings missing. After that was the goggles that I pulled onto my head, slightly askew as per usual. Finally I buckled my holster in place at my waist and I was ready to sneak out down the hall, slipping into the elevator to head down to the range for a little peace and quiet.

This was my sanctuary. I scanned my cardkey at the doorway, pressed the door firmly shut behind me, and heaved a sigh. The scent of gun powder was always heavy in the air and it instantly soothed my frazzled nerves, leaving a sort of euphoria that filled my body, easing off the edge of the residual anger of less than a half hour earlier. It was just coming noon now, and I considered myself lucky to have the range to myself just then; having other people there would not have improved my temper at all, even if I was slightly tamer here than I was anywhere else. First thing, my handgun was in desperate need of a cleaning, so I sat myself down at a table in the back of the room, dismantling the weapon with ease, cleaning each part individually and with an immense amount of care. I thought… this was probably the part of me that if anyone else were to see it, I wasn’t sure they would look at me the same way; and I really didn’t want that. A calm and collected Asche, with a heart to boot? No, they’d have even less respect for me than they already did. Couldn’t have that at all.

After putting her all back together, I made sure everything was in working order before taking a number of clips, stepping up to the range, and loading my gun. New paper targets had already been placed up on this side of the range—the other side had a set-up of mannequins that for some reason I was never quite comfortable targeting. I preferred the paper, stationary; and no, that was not a pun that I intended. It was easier for me to relax like this, when I was thinking only of myself, the gun, and making the bull’s-eye. I wasn’t any kind of a prolific shot, and I was usually just off. Still, with every coil, every click and subsequent explosion of firepower as the bullet was projected from the barrel, and every new hole in the paper, I felt a sense of tranquility seeping in. This was so much better.

A release of breath, another shot, and a small hole right in the center of the target. Now that was something to be happy about.

“So exactly what sort of dress code do you have around here?” Sasha asked sardonically as Faye made her presence known and what a presence it was. Sasha might have preferred the company of men to most but he could appreciate an excellent physical specimen when they were in front of him. Speaking of appreciating physical specimens, he couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed by Ashe’s swift departure. Sasha was aware that his presence here would come as a surprise but he hadn’t quite expected outright rejection and a full on escape. Though if Sasha had been asked he probably could've come up with a few ideas as where to find Ashe, ideas which he would use later. If Ashe thought he was going to get away with that display he was terribly mistaken.

It had definitely come as a shock to him as well to learn that he would be reporting to someone who let him willingly take advantage of them in their personal life. Preferably, Sasha would’ve liked to have kept business and pleasure separate but considering that both he and Ashe were inexorably tied to Sirion they’d been lucky they’d hadn’t worked together sooner. Sasha had been informed of the team being formed to find the escapees, recognizing them as capable agents but in all honesty his heart might have skipped a beat when his eyes landed on Ashe’s name. Of course by then it’d been too late to back out, he’d signed a contract not to mention the very real fact of his freedom being on the line. A contract seemed a bit ridiculous to the twenty-six year old who was well aware that he was not technically a person and instead legal property of Sirion, but he’d signed with a flourish and a smile. He would play the role a while longer, at least until he got what he wanted.

Leaning back in his chair, Sasha tried in vain to keep his gaze from the following the younger man’s retreating figure. Yes, he would most definitely have to go to Asche, smooth this over, and make it okay for them to be in this together. There were too many things riding on the outcome of this operation, first and foremost Sasha’s own freedom. They’d have to figure out how to work together, the alternative wasn’t worth thinking over.

Silver eyes immediately shuttered and narrowed, closing off any emotion besides shallow amusement. He knew what happened when he showed a preference for things, or liked something…or someone. It became one of their freaky, little experiments and he’d be damned if he let that happen to him and Ashe. So instead he turned his attention to the newly arrived Faye, who was always good for a bit of fun. You’d probably end up naked, but that only added an exhilarating edge to things in his view.

“I heard you were here, darling and looking lovely as ever.” Sasha offered, a wolfish grin stretching across his face as he rested his chin on his hand, grey eyes appreciatively taking in every inch of proffered flesh before winking at the feisty woman. “What say we go and find our sad prince? Our little band has only just gathered and he’s already trying to run away. Typical.” This would also give Sasha a chance to speak with Asche and Faye in relative privacy and perhaps make it clear just how important this way.

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Faye only smiled at Asche's rudeness and talk of fucking himself. "Isn't that what we all do in our spare time?" She asked as she left, not turning her head to look at him. She then sighed and winked at Sasha in return, smiling at him.

"Why thank you, my dear Sasha. You're looking very lovely, yourself." she offered in return, her fingers running up and down the lapel of her robe, wanting to take it off and just walk around nude, but knowing better as she sighed softly, having to deal with teasing the eyes of those who found her to be eye-candy.

"I think we should go and find him; I haven't had a chance to offer up my body to him in order to make him even more pissed off~" She said giggling softly. "Unless, of course, you want me? Hmm? Just to anger him a little bit more?" She asked, standing and beginning to walk out of the room, keeping her seductive, playful eyes on him as they walked together, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her robe as she walked calmly, a smirk on her face.

"Hmm....Who to prank today~" She mused softly, looking around. "Hey...Sasha....watch~" She nodded to a guard at the end of the hall way, and, just for show, snapped her fingers, his pants suddenly dropping as his belts and whatever else held those things up suddenly vibrated into nothingness.

She quietly giggled at the view of the man's underpants, resuming her walk calmly.

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It felt good just to be able to stand there alone, gun in hand as I made a direct point of widening the hole I'd already made in the center of the target by aiming around it until it was big enough to fit one of my fists through comfortably. By then I had calmed substantially; my heart rate was down and the feeling of pressure building in my gut as it threatened to explode out the top of my head had disappeared. Not only had this been a very productive practice session that had been—for the most part—quiet, but even my muscles felt loosened; the difference was almost astounding. With a heavy sigh I moved back to the table at the back of the room, fetching a bottle of water from the fridge that was off to the side before I sat with my feet up.

It was time to do something thinking on serious matters.

First of all, this mission. I'd been at it two years and Sirion still didn't trust me to get things done. I had to wonder why—had I maybe done something that made them think I was going to betray them? Or maybe they were just getting sick of waiting. Either way, I knew that there was a reason behind replacing my old team with Faye Hawkins, Zavian Kale, and... Aleksandr Petrov Niehaus. Sasha. It was an interesting little mash up that they'd thrown together, definitely the best of anyone I'd had the absolute... pleasure of meeting in the past. I honestly couldn't help but think there was something else going on just outside of the meetings and the assignments. Something that nagged at me, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It made me feel sick to my stomach. Honestly, though I felt nothing for the fate of those mutated vagabonds out rampaging the French countryside, I started wondering about Sirion's motives, finally making up my mind to look into this and do some digging when I didn't have everyone else breathing down my neck. I wasn't about to leave this one alone.

Just the same as I couldn't leave alone the ass pain that had left my skin tingling with an uncomfortable numbness, made my heart leap into my throat, and my lungs forget how breathing worked. Sasha.... It had been a total shock when I'd realized him and his impossible height just sprawled out all over thee chair I usually sat in—couldn't really be upset about that, you know what they say about the early bird. Mostly I was wondering how I was ever going to make it through this mission with him acting as a part of my team; especially if he'd been assigned to be my right-hand man. My gopher. My wingman. The Robin to my Batman. Even thinking about it now left my mouth dry and stirred up the anxiety that I refused to admit that I was feeling—I pushed it down with a long drink of water, doing my best not to let it get to me. A bit too late though. Sasha's being here was affirmation of a part of my life I'd have rather locked up and forgotten. His voice on the back of my neck was like liquid lust, injected directly into my veins and from the first moment I'd met him I had been utterly addicted. He made me feel small and shameful, but also made me want to do bad things—I wanted every inch of his perfection in a way that was confusing and alluring all at the same time.

I wanted him in my mouth.

The best part about people like Sasha and I is that we always get what we want. I wondered if I really regretted it as much as I wanted to think that I did, and maybe that made me feel even worse about the whole situation. Sasha Niehaus was my drug, and even thinking about him made my blood boil in a way that was much too uncomfortable to stay sitting where I was. A quick assessment of my solitude affirmed that I could slip into the bathroom unnoticed for a little hand jive.

No, there was no way I was going to survive this.

Afterwards, that tension and pressure had returned tenfold. Not that he'd ever left my mind truly since our first encounter, Sasha was like a plague of locusts, sweeping in and eating away at everything left of me. Not that I minded being putty in his hands; but that was just for him. No one else was allowed to see that quivering mass or hear the broken mewls that he elicited from somewhere inside me that I refused to acknowledge. The frustration of not being able to keep my shit together called for another few rounds on the range; I had to try and focus elsewhere.

A few rounds in and someone invaded my space, set up on the other side and for the most part kept to himself. When he finally approached, I was ready; having done the best detox possible when one's addiction is six feet four inches of heroine and cocaine personified. I turned, gave the intruder a once-over and stuffed my handgun into its holster, flipping the safety on as I did so in one swift motion. “The meeting? No fucking clue; I copped out.” Not feeling that this needed any explanation recognizing Zavian Kale from the files that I'd skimmed, I leaned back against the table where I'd laid out all my full clips. “Though I can guess that it probably wasn't very productive; considering that there's a 90% chance everyone is naked, I'm sure it was fun. Or it turned into a giant orgy. Whatever comes first, I guess.”