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STARTER CALL !!

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ROYA:

Roya opened the door of her vehicle and got out. Dark sunglasses covering her eyes. Her eyes looked around and stopped at the sign of a man. The man she was supposed to find. With a little smile she walked up to him.

“ Good morning. I’m Lieutenant Rashid. I’m supposed to meet and talk to you Mr……?” She totally forgot his name and looked down to remember his name. But nothing. The reason why she was there was a mission. They needed soldiers and that’s why her commander send her to this location. She knew that this man was the one she was supposed to meet because she tried to find as many information as possible. The easiest thing she was able to find was a picture of him…actually it was the only thing she found about him.

He  watched  her  approach  him  and  pushed  his  shoulders  back , pressing  his  elbows  into  his  sides  and  dropping  one  of  his  hands  into  a  pocket  of  his  slacks . He  hadn’t  been  told  about  anyone  new  arriving -  the  fact  that  she  SEEMED  to  be  looking for  him  specifically  would  have  set  him  on  edge  if  he  were  anywhere  but  his  adopted  home .

“ McGuire . “

He  supplied , looking  over  his  shoulder  towards  his  quarters  in  search  of  any  of  his  team  mates . There  was  nobody  around  and  he  turned  back , pulling at  his   lower  lip   with his  teeth  .

“ My  friends  call me  McG “

His  gaze  flows  over  her  like  a  wave  , taking  in  her  size  and  stance .

“ What’s  this  all  about? “

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JULIA:

“ Good to hear you know as much as I do . “

Julia feels like she should have asked more questions , but it’s a little late for that . Speed-reading isn’t a skill they teach during basic . Maybe it’d be a good idea to add it , in case they throw you at something last minute , give you twenty minutes to catch up , and don’t give you any time with the CO to figure out what the hell is going on . 

She raises an eyebrow at his comment about how long he’s been with Dalton . Great . She’s getting chucked into a team that’s been together at least as long as she’s been ENLISTED . 

Apparently , though , this was some kind of not-the-best-case scenario . 

“ So , anything important to know about my bus buddy ? I don’t know a hell of a lot but I do know we’ve got QUITE the ride ahead of us . “

It  was  niggling , that  frustration  at  the  fact  that  he  had  no  idea  what  was  going on . He  knew  the  basics , get  in - get  the  drive . DISPOSE  of  the  gang  leader  and  get  out  before  anyone  knew  that  they  were  there . It  was  always  the  same - the  details  were  semantics . But  something  had  changed , they  didn’t  NORMALLY  bring  in  outside  help . He  surpresses  the  feelings , concentrating  on  tensing  and  relaxing  his  jaw  as  he  listens  to  his  band  new  companion .

“  You’re  telling  me  that  you  haven’t  heard  about  the  LEGENDARY  McG? “

He  grins , face  turning  back  towards  her , a  glistening  in  his  eyes . He  catches  the  eye  of  the  driver  in the  mirror  and  suddenly  he  feels  uncomfortable . He  shifts  in  his  seat  and  lifts  his  chin , fighting  the  urge  to  radio  the  others .

“ World  reknowned  Sergeant  with  a  heart  of  gold  and  nerves  of  steel? You  fall down  , I’ll patch  you  up . “

He  sends  her  another  glance , this  one  steely . He  hopes  that  she’s  experienced  enough  to  notice  that  he’s  changed , that  he’s  trying  to  tell  her  something .

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STARTER CALL / ACCEPTING

McG  was  stood  at  the  edge  of  the  compound , leaning  against  a  barrier , chewing  gum  slowly  and  throwing  a  tennis  ball  against  the  opposite  post  in  a  steady  beat . He  narrows  his  eyes  as  he  notices  a  vehicle  approaching  and  straightens  up , catching  the  ball  one  final  time  and  throwing  it  behind  him .

It  pulls  to  a  stop  and  he  leans  on  the  side , arms  crossed  as  he  peers  into  the  front .

“ Well  hello , what  have  we  done  to   deserve  your  presence? “

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STARTER CALL / ACCEPTING

“ Can  I  get  you  a  drink? I’ve  had  a  real  shit  day  and  I  need  someone  to  make  it -- NOT  so  shit  before  I  do  something  drastic . “

Drastic  probably  meant  drinking  nine  beers  and  playing  basketball  out  in  the  yard  until  3am  when  Jaz  or  Preach  would  undoubtedly  come  out  to  tell  him  to  shut  the  fuck  up  and  go  to  sleep . But  anything  was  dangerous  when  you  lived  with  trained  killers .

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STARTER CALL / ACCEPTING

“ Is  there  something  that  you  want  to  say  to  my  face ? “

McG ‘s  tone  is  sharp  but  he  can’t  hide  the  smile  that  is  splitting  over  his  face  as  he  speaks . Damn  hiself and  the  way  that  he  could  never  keep  a  secret . He’s  teasing  her  and  it’s  obvious . When  he  speaks  again , his  tone  is  lighter , humor  littering  it .

“ You  got  a  little  crush  on  me ? “

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CASSIE:

She spins her glass on the bartop , a smile playing on her face . At least ONE person in this place isn’t a total scumbag . And a little company , even just a non-aggressive body sitting next to her at the bar , isn’t something she’ll turn away .

“ Oh I could put it on your tab ? “

Cassie laughs, takes a drink, and then fidgets with the collar of her shirt .

“ I appreciate the offer but you don’t have to do that . They’ll probably end up leaving before I do anyway . “

It was usually the plan to stay until lastcall , then drag herself home . Knowing the type , those guys will get calls from their wives and leave by midnight . Her new friend will probably leave before then too , but that’s not as big of a problem .

“ I’m Cassie , by the way . Cassie Drake . “

Her  laughter  makes  a smile  rise  out  of  his  own   features  as  he  stares  down  into  the  polished  wood . He pouts   and  tilts  his  head  at  her  decline , fair  enough - but  if  he   were  honest , he  would  have  loved  the  excuse  for  a  little  fun . He  lifts  his  own  glass and  tips  back  the  rest  of  the  liquid contained  in  it .  

Her   introduction  makes  him  faulter  halfway  through  putting  his   glass  back  down . Damn, this  is  where  that  difficult decison  was to  be  made . Cover  or  honesty ... which  identity  does  he  go  by . Theres  a  long - drawn  out  pause  and  then  he  turns  to  look   at  Cassie  face  on , chin  tipping back  to  that  he’s  looking   down  at  her  a  little .

“ Walter , Walter Kyle . “

The light  moves  from  his  eyes  a  little , he  hates  it . But  it’s   something  that  he  has  to  do , no  matter  how  much  lying   strikes  him  at  his  core .

“ It’s  nice  to  meet  you , Miss Drake ... what  brings  you  here  tonight? “

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STARTER CALL , ;;

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JULIA:

“ Sorry , cultural specialist ? “ 

Julia makes a face , unsure what exactly he means at first . Why would they need a cultural specialist out here ? They weren’t exactly in a hub of civilization . And then it hits her - or she thinks it does .

“ Oh , because I’m Korean , right ? Nah . My dad might be from Pyongyang but I was born in Cleveland . “

It was an honest mistake , but it also wasn’t the first time someone had assumed something about her position . It was either that , or her age , or her gender . Not that either of those things bothered her as much as the Korean thing did . But this guy , McGuire, didn’t seem like the usual brand of military douchebag .

“ I’m a special forces candidate . Got tacked on with you guys last minute and I wasn’t really told why . What about you ? “

He  looks  at  her  after  her  first  question , brow  low , mouth  open  a  little . What  was  so  confusing ? Then  she  continued  to  speak  and  he  realised  his  mistake . His  eyes  widened  further  and  he  shook  his  head , snapping  his  mouth  shut  into  a  firm  line . Wow . Was  he  able  to  ever  make  an  acquaintance  with  a  lady  without  pissing  them  off  within  the  first  conversation ? He  looks  at  the  driver  again , as  if  he  were  about  to  ask  for  help ,  then  he  swallowed,  looking back  to  Julia .

“ Ah  no , I  just - Well we  have  a  kid  called  Amir  but  -- he’s  pretty  useless  once  you  leave  Islamic  countries . “

He  chews  on  the  gum  that  had  been  stashed  in  his  cheek  and  turns  a  dial  on  his  radio , making  as  if  he  were  trying  to  change  the  channel , but  really  trying to  focus  on  anything  but  the  fact  that  he’d  just  been  Racist  towards a  woman  that  could  probably  kick  his  ass .

“ Uh... I’m  a  medic , Been  with  Dalton  and  the  team  for  two  years .. as  for  WHY  you’re  here . I  have  no  clue , if  the  others  know  they  didn’t share  that  intel  with  me . “

He  winds  down  the  window , leaning an  arm  - crooked- on  the  window.

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CASSIE:

It usually ends up like this somehow . June eighteenth rolls around , Cassie drags herself out of bed at 4pm , responds to sympathetic texts from her parents , walks Vicky , and then walks HERSELF to a bar she’s never been to before and starts drinking as soon as she can . 

This time around , a pair of guys in oversized camo jackets had started harassing her while she tried to play darts and this solo guy sitting at the bar had been her escape since she isn’t quite drunk enough to just deck them . Cassie had been hoping the guy would just ignore her , but apparently it isn’t in the cards today .

“ Yeah sorry . Those dudes over by the dart boards were giving me a hard time and I uh , took the opportunity to look like I’m here with someone ,  y’know ?”

Cassie gives him an apologetic look as she sets her drink down on the bar .

“ I can get up if this seat’s taken . “

He  listens  to  her  talk , chewing  on  a  straw  that  had  been  in  one  of  his  drinks , gaze  following  hers  to  the guys  at  the  dart board . They  were  wearing  camo - something  that  made  his  eyebrows  raise . If  Preach  were  here  he’d  say something  profound  about  the  irony . McG  just  rolled  his  eyes  and  turned  back  to  the  bar , shrugging  his  shoulders . Men  were  assholes - he  knew  because  he  was  one , and  he’d  done  his  fair  share of  dickhead  shit .

“ Not  taken , you’re  welcome  to  it . “

He  pulls  the  straw  from  his  mouth  and  drops  it into  the  glass that  he’s  drinking  from  now , leaning  further  onto  the  wooden  counter , stretching  his  arms  out  as  far  as  they’ll go , getting a  dirty  look  from   the  bartender  for  his  troubles. 

“ I  can  rough  ‘em  up a  little  if  you  need  me  to ? You  can  just  put   it  on  my  tab . “

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JULIA:

Nervous isn’t a word that can even begin to describe how Julia feels , sitting in the back of the truck and just waiting . Running details over in her head doesn’t help . But this is what she signed up for . Suck it up , Won . 

In her hands is a picture of Robin , worn down the middle from all the times she folded and unfolded it . It came in the last letter from her parents , along with a handmade card signed by Robin’s class . To our nuna .

When the door opens , Julia quickly folds up the photograph and tucks it away , turning to address the man . 

“ Yeah , hi . “

It’s like she’s forgotten everything she’s supposed to say .

“ I’m Won Julia . You’re McGuire right ? I didn’t have a lot of time to get read up on the assignment on my way over . “

McG  has  a  sparkle  in  his  eyes , but  a  tightness  to  his  lips  as he  nods  and  looks  down  from  her  to  grip  the  sides  of  the  truck  and  haul  himself  up  into  his  seat . It’s  burning  hot  outside , chilled  inside  from  the  air con . Goosebumps  raise  up  and  down  his  arms , he  lifts  one  hand  and  pulls  at  the  straps  on  his  body  pack , making  one  side  slightly  tighter .

“ Joseph - Joseph McGuire . The  others  just  call me  McG. “

He  finishes  fiddling  with  the  strap  and  drops  his  hands  into  his  lap , looking  back  up  and  making  eye  contact  with  his  new  associate  once  more . He  hadn’t  been  expecting  another  team  to  be  working  with  them,  and  SHE  hadn’t  had  a  chance  to   look  over  the  file . This  must  have  been  a  last  minute  fix  to  an  unforseen  issue . Dalton  was  undoubtedly  raging  over  it  in  his  truck  heading  in  the  other  direction . McGuire? Mcguire  found  that  it  didn’t  shake  him  one  bit . It  wasn’t  his  PLACE  to  be  shaken , and  it  wouldn’t  help  anyone .

Steady  hands , steady  mind . Calm  attitude , calm  life .

“ So .. you’re  what?  A  cultural  specialist? Intelligence  agent? “

He  narrows  one  of  his  eyes as  he  tries  to  make  her . She  was  small , clean , smooth around  the  edges . It  made  sense  to  him  that  she  was  some  kind  of  desk  worker  that  had  won  her  first  ticket  out  of  the  office . The  truck  pulls  away  and  he  puts  a  hand  out  to  grip  onto  the  back  of  the  seat  in  front  of  him , eyes  darting  to  the  driver ( whom  he  didn’t  recognise)  before  back  to  his  impromptu  partner .

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me: okay good . good plan .

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me: FUCK