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[call_me_snake]

“So, how the hell do we get the attention of the head of Russian intelligence?” Snake was pacing around the conference room attached to their barracks.

“Diversion?” Bradley offered.

“Too easy. What they’d expect.” Snake commented as he stopped and leaned against the wall.

“What wouldn’t they expect?” Taylor puzzled.

“What do they store at the warehouse?” Sophia added “The one by the head security building in Moscow?”

“Shit. Ammunition, vehicles, food... nothing but supplies.” Tiger was staring out the window while speaking.

“And the records?” Sophia questioned the others curiously.

“For shit.” Snake butted in. “They can’t even tell when we stole a whole fucking supply caravan.”

“Sophia?” Taylor looked over shocked and then started to laugh.

“So if we sneak in and steal a valuable device from this storage?” She trailed off smiling at Snake.

“You’re fucking brilliant.” Snake started laughing too.

“What?” Bradley looked between his companions not understanding.

Plissken pulled up a chair flipping it around to straddle it. He leaned on the back. “Get this. We go in on a mission to steal a laptop with sensitive military data right outside the fucking security department. Right out from under their fucking nose.”

“But... Lieutenant there isn’t anything in there like that.” Bradley still didn’t catch on.

“Exactly. Make them believe we stole shit they forgot about, misplaced, had hidden.” Snake elaborated.

“Will they believe it?” Bradley questioned.

“They will if our spy that’s in the Labor Union puts a computer in there days before hand.” Snake let the cockiness slip.

“You…..” Bradley shook his head as Tiger patted his shoulder.

“Glad to know he works for us.” Tiger was chuckling. “You are the devil.”

“Only with help.” Snake pointed to Sophia. “I’m the Snake. That’s the devil.”

“Thought I was a Geisha.” Sophia countered smacking his pointed finger away.

“You are but only the devil can make government issued briefs look that good.” Snake had a huge grin at the offended look that instantly spread in his comm. Officer’s expression.

“Shit!” Taylor got up and backed away. “You two obviously need some play time.”

“I do not.” Sophia huffed.

Plissken leaned forward on his chair. “Don’t know. I could use a good sparing partner that’ll slap me for real.”

“I sure the hell will.” She snapped.

“Good” Plissken got up smiling as he walked by but his eyes never left her. “I’ll meet you at my bunk in a few minutes.”

“PLISSKEN!” She followed him into the sleeping quarters.

“Yeah.” He stopped leaning on his top bunk. “What can I do you for sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

Snake gave her a kiss on the cheek and hopped up out of her reach onto the upper bunk.

“What was that for?” She slapped his knee hard enough to cause it to jerk.

“A thank you.” Snake lay back on the bunk without looking down at her. “And because your cheeks look soft. Had to make sure they still were.”

He heard her sit down below before she mule kicked the bottom of his bed.

“What was that for?” Plissken peered cautiously over the side at the woman lying below.

“You’re an annoying bastard.” She grumbled before looking up at him. “And somehow, some damned way I still like you.”

“I’m hopelessly charming.” Plissken’s arrogance was more to banter.

“Like a toad.” She groused back.

“You know…” Snake kept leaning down over the bed. “Some toads if you kiss them might turn into a prince.’”

“I doubt it.” She gave him the finger like the rebellious teenager she was.

“How do you know? You’ve never tried.” Snake was right she hadn’t.

“If I do will you leave me the hell alone?” Sophia sat up getting closer.

“I’d think about it.” Snake smiled.

“Then I’ll think about it too.” She lay back down. “Good night Lieutenant.”

Plissken sighed and lay back on his bed again. “Good night Geisha.”


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