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(ಠ_ಠ) (break_the_cycle) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-01 17:23:00

This is gonna be fun.
Who: Logan, Neena and Shepard
What: Taking out a Hydra base like you do
When: Late Marchish?
Where: somewhere in the Balkans.
Rating: PG-13



Logan stood outside Neena’s door, smoking a cigar and holding a beer as he waited for her to respond to his knock. He shuffled his feet, looked at his watch, then up at the sky where something shimmered as though cloaked.

“Come on darlin’, I know you’re home. Do you wanna go shoot some bad guys?”

It had been a really bad day for dreaming, and Neena'd been doing some chainsmoking of her own. When Logan had shown up at her door she'd fully intended to blow him off. She didn't want to talk about it, or deal with it, or have to make nice, or pretend she was okay.

But then he said the magic words. She let out a grunt and dragged her ass off of her couch, then opened the door. "Jesus, Logan, more bad guys? Where the hell do you keep finding them all? Are you hatching them in some fucking bad guy pit or some shit?"

She certainly smelled like cigarettes, and not even the good kind, in Logan’s opinion. So he figured this was a good idea. Some rooty tooty shooty.

“Yeah, we got a breeding ground for bad guys.” It was a valid question, but the best answer Logan could come up with was ‘dream bullshit.’

“You gonna come like that?” He gestured at whatever she was wearing, which was probably not very tactical or useful.”If you don’t got nothing we’ve probably got somethin’ in the Blackbird.”

Neena looked down at what she was wearing, which was basically a frumpy pair of yoga pants and a black tank top, and shrugged a shoulder. "I'm sure I'll wake up one morning and all of my ridiculous looking dream uniforms will just be in my closet, but until then? What you see is what you get, bub. I left my tactical gear about 2 years back. Unless you've got a time machine... But of course you've got the Blackbird, so that works."

She still had the remains of a cigarette dangling out of her mouth, and she stepped away from the door and into her apartment to stub it out. "Gotta get my guns, though. Come in, the fridge is stocked."

“Great.” They could keep Shepard waiting, Logan was sure she wouldn’t mind. Just as long as she didn’t get it in her head that she was gonna be flying that thing.

He raided her fridge while she went to get her guns, managing not only a beer but to make a sandwich in the time it took her. “Got any guns from your dreams you’re lookin’ forward to?”

"Eh." Neena shouted, from the bedroom. She kept all of her firearms in a safe in her closet, because that was the fucking responsible thing to do, though one pistol always sat in a biometrically locked holster attached to her bed frame. That one stayed home, and she pulled a couple of Berettas out of the safe instead. "Nate was always toting around these gigantic fucking guns, probably could have blown up the entirety of New York City, but they were never subtle enough for me. When I go big, I go explosives."

Shepard’s voice broke out in Logan’s headset, “So are you two coming up or do I have to come down there with a spray bottle.”

“She’s getting her guns. Hold your fucking horses.” Logan finished his sandwich. And his beer. “We’ve got some explosives. Might even use ‘em.”

"Who's in your ear, the boss?" Neena asked, as she headed back out of the bedroom. She had her holstered guns in her hands, and she'd taken the time to put on a fresh set of clothing. "Tell them greatness can't be rushed. And also you need time to digest after eating everything in my fridge."

“Shepard,” Logan said, figuring chances were high they’d already met. If not, he could make introductions on the Blackbird. “Thinks she’s gonna be allowed to fly that thing.”

He patted his stomach and belched. “Yeah. It’s digested.”

"I mean, that sounds like a really bad idea considering her track record with her car. The way she thinks she knows how to park lead to me replacing the glass on two of my front windows a few months back." Neena said, snorting some air out of her nose. She watched Logan belch and rolled her eyes, then grabbed her pack of cigarettes and headed for the door. "Lets get out of here, before you eat my furniture too."

That answered the question on if Neena knew her. Logan shrugged, filing that knowledge away for the future if it became relevant. “Knowin’ her she paid you back.”

He grinned at her, eyeing a painting on the wall as he passed as if he was considering snacking on it. He’d never expected Neena to own a framed oil painting, but she usually was full of surprises.

The Blackbird decloaked, lowering the ramp so they could enter. Shepard was standing near the back in full armor, grinning when she saw them. “This is gonna be fun.”

"It better be. Logan came to my door to invite me to a party, and if he was lying I'm going to be sober, hangry, and pissed off." Neena said, with a snort. She offered Shepard a mock salute while climbing up the ramp and into the blackbird, "Boss. Nice parking. Thanks for leaving my place intact."

“That was Logan,” Shepard stepped past them to close the ramp as Logan made his way to the controls. She decided to give Neena the briefing while he prepped. “According to Romanoff there’s a splinter cell of Hydra operatives operating out of the Yukon. She believes they’re a group still associated with the old Cerberus operation, from back before Hydra gobbled them up. She warned us they might have more than simple mooks to shoot at.”

She started to strap in as the jet took off at a breakneck pace.

"So by more than normal mooks you mean... aliens? Clones? Mutants? Teenage Turtles with an Attitude Problem? What, exactly?" Neena asked, while searching around the various storage areas she could find in the Blackbird's cabin. Somewhere in here was more protective armor than what she was wearing, she hoped.

She wasn't yet lucky enough not to need it.

“Demons.” Logan glanced back at them. “Red glowy eyes, moves like shadowy mist. Their attempt at super soldiers. You can imagine we’ve all been keepin’ tabs on Bucky, in case they make a move on him.”

Shepard didn’t know who Bucky was, except he was kind of hot.

The mention of Bucky made Neena roll her eyes. "I guess they'll come after me at some point, too, if their files ever get updated. I was, after all, the product of similar shit. But aren't we too old to be turned into demonic shadow creatures at this point?"

Finding a selection of uniforms in a pull out closet, Neena selected one in black and grey that looked like it would fit right and not ride up in uncomfortable ways. Without bothering to duck for cover, she started stripping down to pull it on. "So. Demons. They turn into shadow. How the fuck do I shoot that?"

“Never too old to be some sadistic fuck’s science experiment.” Shepard sounded entirely too cheerful, saying that. Honestly, this was pretty much Tuesday for her. Callisto probably should have come along, but on second thought she probably would have reacted badly when they got there and while they were shooting things up there was a difference between a precision strike and a nuke.

Callisto was the nuke.

Logan shrugged, “Gotta hit them before they do it.”

"Oh sure, because it's just that simple," Neena replied, rolling her eyes. She wished for a second that she actually had the pistols that were speed rigged now, even though she was fuzzy on how legal it was to own them here in this world. "We better hope I'm luckier than I think I am, then. Not that I've had much of a chance to test this shit in a real world environment."

She absolutely did not want to get caught by shadow demons and dragged back to their laire to be turned into some sadistic as fuck science experiment. Her life was crazy enough.

Legal smeagal. Logan had claws in his arms, that kind of thing went out the window years ago. He took the Blackbird up on a parabolic course into the atmosphere, then dropped them down at high velocity towards what looked like somewhere in the Balkans. Shepard climbed out of her seat, making her way towards the ramp, and Logan explained the plan. “We’ll drop Shepard to open the bunker for us, then we’ll follow her in. We want to destroy any experiments they’re running and copy any data we can before they fry their servers.”

He trusted Neena to do her thing, they could plan on the fly once they were inside.

As the Blackbird screeched towards the ground, Shepard opened the ramp and started glowing blue. Then she jumped out, dropping like a glowing blue bomb and hitting the lab entrance like a ton of bricks.

"You got the flash drives for the copying? Is Shepard on that part? If not, hand them over." Neena didn't trust Logan with the hacking side of things. And if Shepard was the bunker buster in their little unit? Well, that meant that out of the three of them she probably needed to be the person on precision work tonight.

Shepard might have been showing off.

Logan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, red case over there. Was gonna give you that job anyway. Shepard will be the sledgehammer, you’ll be the scalpel, and I’m clean up.”

Neena secured the flash drives in one of the many pouches provided on her makeshift uniform, then pulled both of her pistols. "I love when I get to be the scalpel instead of the sledgehammer. It's nice to be a jack of all trades. Let's land this thing and get on with it. I'd like to be home in time for Beer O'Clock."

Every hour on the clock was Beer O'Clock, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was doing a good job quickly and efficiently, so that they could get to the partying faster. Everyone knew that, which was why she jumped out before Logan even had the chance to respond.