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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #50 on: February 01, 2010, 02:29:16 AM »
At least they weren't walking around with regular clothing.  With the wet-suits, they were already as damp as their name implied.  Whereas, if they had to wear a shirt, or a pair of trousers up here then they would stick to their skin, a horrible feeling indeed.  And with the diving suit, it helped hide them in darkness, if the opportunity called for it.  "They're about ten minutes in-land, near a small village.  I can't remember the name of it, but it's the only one around."

Neither of them were equipped with guns, so if some Russian saw them and opened fire, the only chance they had of survival was to run.  Run, and dive back in to the water.  "And no, you're not hitting anyone.  If we see them, we're staying well clear.  I'm not having you sneaking up behind some guy and judo-chopping him.  They can't know we're here.  And if you want to hit me later on tonight, I guess we're gonna have to get the old rope back out again."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #51 on: February 01, 2010, 02:39:48 AM »
She pouted, her lower lip jutting out when he told her she wasn't getting to hit anybody. Not even a poke. Nope! She wasn't allowed. Big-Bad-Montand had spoken! And she was to stay well away from anyone that didn't appear friendly. He was always doing that. The bastard.

Her hand slid up his arm, and she turned on him, backing him up into the nearest tree, her leg ran up his body until it was bent at his hips and she trailed a finger along his jaw, tilting his head back again. "Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't have to do that. I bet I could think of some... pleasurable way to hit you without you wanting to bring out that rope of yours. That is, if you think I'd still let you leave it lying around."

Laughing, Vanessa walked away from him knowing that if she didn't he would just push her away. "Now isn't the time." he would say. Or "Get off me you sex fiend." She rolled her eyes, yeah.. she was the sex fiend. "Come along Monty, lets go see if we can spot us some Commies!"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #52 on: February 01, 2010, 03:01:56 AM »
Sometimes, Montand got confused by Vanessa's behaviour.  The level of confusion where his head began to hurt.  Sometimes she hated him, then a minute later he was her best friend.  Was it affecting her?  Being underneath the sea for such a long time?  Sure, she had went through the tests -- but even he was afraid that one day he might just snap.  "Just keep your head screwed on with this.  Believe me, if you manage to go through this next ten minutes without saying a word... you can sing and dance down there all night.  Although I'd probably just throw you out without your diving gear -- oops, did I say that out loud?"

They ascended a steep hill, climbing up the path that was more like a walk to the summit of some kind of mountain.  Just as well he was fit, and all that swimming had kept his body in a good enough condition to keep walking.  There were sounds.  Men laughing.  Men chatting.  Noises.  Could it be them?  He didn't have to tell Vanessa to keep herself low and hidden, he guessed she would figure that part out herself.  Crawling on his stomach, he unclipped a pair of small binoculars from his waist and looked through the small tube at the group of men below them.  Right enough, they were occupying a small village -- little more than about five buildings.  Uniforms indicated Red Army alright.  They'd found the men.

"Well, guess this wasn't a waste of time after all."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #53 on: February 01, 2010, 03:17:13 AM »
"Let me see, don't be such a hog." Vanessa said slipping her fingers around the small binoculars. Slipping them out of his grasp she looked through them, watching the men that were oblivious to the fact they were so close to them.

"So, now what?" Her words came out hardly louder than her own breathing as she watched them roam about, chatting with their friends as merry as any military man could be. "We go back and tell them what we've seen? That they're here and they can bring in their men guns a blazing?"

Vanessa couldn't help but feel slightly dissapointed they had found them so quickly That meant they were going to be back under water in no time, after they made their way back to the pier that was. Of course, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea with it raining, and these guys running around on land like they owned the damn place.

A scream pierced the air and Vanessa nearly dropped the binoculars into the mud under them from the sound. "Oh... you've got to be kidding me." Through the binoculars she watched as a few of the men pushed a long dark brown haired woman into one of the small houses that were probably once occupied by Norwegians. The womans screams were loud and frantic but it didn't bother her as much as the laughter that followed. Their laughter made her more sick to her stomach than knowing why the woman was screaming. Sliding backwards on her stomach she handed the binoculars back to Montand.

"Come on, lets go back." There was nothing she could do to help her, and Vanessa didn't want to stick around any longer listening to the poor woman. "Please.."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #54 on: February 01, 2010, 11:03:11 AM »
Now, it was obvious what was happening here.  And it wasn't something that Montand wanted to lie here and watch either.  Or in this case, listen.  Because they had taken her in to a house, so it meant unless they had X-Ray vision, there was no way to see it step-by-step unless they went closer.  And that was something the pair didn't want to do.  "Sure."  He replied, looking at the obviously distressed Vanessa.  It was very rare that she would actually say please to him, in such a way that he was certain it wasn't sarcastic.  Turning on his stomach, Montand crawled away for a few yards before he felt it was safe to get to his feet.  The Soviets were here.  For how long, they didn't know.  But their job was done.  Now to just go back to that damned submarine, and they could have some peace and quiet.  Or so they thought.

Down at the pier, they were there.

Two Russians were prodding at their SCUBA gear.  How did they find it?

By chance?  Must have been.  If the Russians had saw them come from the sea, then they would have stopped them before they could walk inland.  But right now, they had to do something.  "They've not got a radio.  That's good.  That means one of them has to race back and tell the camp what they've found.  We can take him."  Although the two soldiers were still talking to each other, Montand turned to Vanessa, indicating the one that would wait behind while his friend (hopefully) went for help.  "Maybe you're gonna get to hit someone after all."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #55 on: February 01, 2010, 12:34:21 PM »
Relieved as she was that they were walking back now, Vanessa didn't find any comfort anymore in knowing soon they would be safely back under the water away from it all for who knows how long, because behind them in that village was something Vanessa couldn't get out of her head. She could still hear that womans screams, unaware that the only two people that could possibly care... couldn't help her.

Her feet crunched over fallen leaves and snapping twigs as she walked. It was the only sound that accompanied them back down to the pier. Neither seemed to want to talk anymore and the French woman felt that if she tried... something more than her voice might just come out. She was a strong woman. Strong willed, strong in the phsical department too but like everyone, she had her weaknesses.

When the pier came into sight, Vanessa stopped alongside Montand, her eyes falling upon the Russians that were poking about. "Oh hell..."

How had they found it? It's not like they left their things out with a big sign that said "SCUBA gear under here! Come take a look, you wont be disappointed!"

A smile curved around her lips listening to Montand speak. She knew where he was going with it, and in the end, a full smile was now on her pretty little face as she cracked her knuckles. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #56 on: February 01, 2010, 12:40:48 PM »
"Fun?  I know you're a little crazy, but me?  I'd rather get back to that sub without setting off any alarms.  That guy -- it's only gonna take one quick look, and he'll fire at us.  This ain't as simple as sneaking up behind him and clobbering the guy from behind.  And with your, big clumsy feet?  You're guaranteed to make a sound before you even get half way there.  No, maybe I was wrong.  Maybe we should hold our breath.  We can swim down without the oxygen, right?  We've practiced before, that went well, didn't it?"

That was a lie.  Neither had made it, and it almost caused their deaths (if it hadn't been for the portable emergency oxygen tank they were carrying at the time).  The sub was too deep in the water to reach.  Action had to be taken now.  Any longer, and backup would be here.  Or worse than that -- the SCUBA stuff would be grabbed and taken back to camp.  And if these guys were as dangerous as rumoured, a pair of unarmed underwater divers had no chance!  "Well, his friend ain't going away.  What's the plan, genius?"  Eyes were narrowed, the two men seemed to be arguing about something.  They weren't distracted enough to run and grab the gear.  One way or another, they'd find out they were here.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #57 on: February 01, 2010, 12:59:06 PM »
Hey clumsy feet? Where was he getting off on calling her clumsy? He was just as loud as she was when she wanted to be! He was no better or different! Watching the men down at the pier begin to argue Vanessa tugged on her left earlobe out of habbit. The gears in her head were running, working on a plan. They had to get down there without being fired at, and there was no way to do it without being noticed.

She had two choices it seemed, that made any possible okay sense. For them to work out according to plan? Well, without letting Montand know because there just wasn't really enough time to explain and then listen to him argue with her about how bad an idea it was. They both had to come up this way, and it -was- better than going out into the open.

"Back up, back up. Put yourself out of their vision. And wait until you think you've got a chance to get down without being heard." She hissed pushing him deeper into their lovely little foresty area before turning around. Taking a deep breath Vanessa headed out into the open her voice rising in obvious panic.

Her words came out in french, talking frantically about her husband who had gone missing after they went for a walk and that she had come down here in hopes he had returned. Vanessa babbled and babbled, unsure whether or not they could understand her.

The closer she got, the more Vanessa's heart began to pound. She had to get them to turn their backs to where Montand was, and make enough of a scene for them not to want to turn around. Coming between them she picked up Montands flippers and clutched them too her, now just repeating "Help me, help me find my husband."

Montand was probably going to kill her for this.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #58 on: February 01, 2010, 01:56:23 PM »
He was unsure of her plan, and as soon as she started going over to them and screaming out, he knew this wasn't going to work.  They weren't stupid.  The kind of gear they had was military-issued, not your typical civilian SCUBA gear.  And if they were smart, which Montand believed them to be, then they would notice this.  And putting two and two together, they'd probably whip out their guns as soon as she got close to them.  The Frenchman actually closed his eyes and looked away, bracing himself for the gunshot.  The single bullet to put her out of the game.  But it didn't come.  What did come, was a lot of shouting and violence.  It was expected.

Vanessa was hit hard in the face with the butt of the AK-74, sending the woman crashing in to the rocks next to the pier.  Neither of them understood French, so what ever she said to them in her native tongue, they couldn't understand.  "Check if she's got a weapon!"

"She's clean."

"Go check around.  There's another one here somewhere.  We saw two SCUBA's."

The second soldier nodded, and began to search the perimeter.  Montand remained hidden, keeping low to the ground, hoping the few bits of bush would hide him.  Vanessa had been knocked to the ground, she was possibly unconscious, or maybe just lying in pain, bleeding.  If only he had a gun, then things could have been a little more even.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #59 on: February 01, 2010, 02:38:57 PM »
Vanessa hit the rocks hard and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from shouting out. If they thought they had put her out cold maybe they wouldn't bother with her. She stayed as still as she needed to, keeping her eyes closed as the man checked her for any signs of a weapon that she could use against the two men. Yeah, it didn't look like it was going too well. Maybe she should have gone with her other plan.

Her whole body hurt. She was bleeding from the nose, again and she could feel the string from the scrapes on her hands from falling. Vanessa didn't even want to know how badly they were bleeding. Listening to the two men talk, she heard the sound of footsteps retreating away. She wasn't sure where the other man was, but she slowly began to open her eyes anyways. Her tongue ran along her upper lip and she tasted the sweet irony taste of her own blood.

Second time in a day being hit in the face? Having her nose bleed? That was irritating. And her nose hurt like a bitch. Rolling onto her hands and knees Vanessa pulled herself up to her feet and turned back towards the man. Before he could react she had lunged forward, knocking the man onto his back and began to send blow after blow into his own face her knees pinning him down to the pier.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #60 on: February 01, 2010, 03:32:24 PM »
She had overpowered him.  Good girl.  Now all they had to do was sort out the problem with the other Russian, and they could get out of here before anyone else showed up.  Montand turned away to check where he was.  Over there, poking the nose of his weapon through some long grass in hopes of finding his target.  This was going to be tough, timing was the key to it all.  With one Russian down, he hoped that Vanessa was gathering their stuff from underneath the pier, and strapping herself back in to it.  As long as she hid under the end of the pier, Montand could dive in to the water and swim to meet her and get his stuff from her.  Yeah.  All he had to hope was she was doing what he wanted.  It was more than likely she wasn't.

The Russian was coming closer.  He was looking this way.  Oh no.  Montand didn't have enough time.

This was his last chance.  It was dangerous, it was dodgy, and more than likely a few dozen rounds would be fired at him.  Got to be fast.  Jump up.  Slide down the slope.  Gunfire.  Sprint to the pier.  Gunfire.  Dive in to the water.  Gunfire.  Where was Vanessa?  He hadn't looked, had he ran past her?  Damn, she'd get hit if she was.  Where are you, you stupid woman!?

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #61 on: February 01, 2010, 03:57:10 PM »
Blow after blow struck his face. Vanessa wasn't sure whether or not she had killed the man under her or not. But that didn't really matter to her. She continued to hit him until his face was a bloody mess with bruises already beginning to form around his cheekbones. Her head snapped up at the sound of gunfire and she scrambled off the either unconscious or dead man and drove into the water taking those flippers she had picked up earlier with her.

Landing in the water she came back up, sucking in a breath of air. The sound of the rain hitting the pier and the water was assaulting her ears as she pulled the flippers on as quick as she could, struggling to get the tank on over her shoulders and seated on her back before pulling Montand's things with her away from where the remaining Russian knew their things to be and swam to another part of it, watching and waiting for her French companion to hit the water.

It felt like forever, and Vanessa was beginning to worry. Where was he? The bullets were still being fired so he couldn't have hit him yet. Then suddenly, there he was. Hitting the water. "Montand! Montand! I'm over here!"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #62 on: February 01, 2010, 04:04:50 PM »
Her words were drowned by the constant tapping of rain against water.  But he was sure he heard his name, and sure enough, Vanessa was a little distance away with his gear in her hand.  Good girl.  Bloody good girl!  The Russian had halted firing, either due to the weapon reloading or because he was in the middle of running towards the pier.  But with a quick sleight of hand, the Frenchman had the SCUBA tank on his back and the mask sitting on top of his head.  They could make it.  And before he bobbed his head under the water -- fuck the flippers -- he stuck his lips to her cheek, pushing the mask over her face and his own over his.

Their bodies went under.  Gunfire resumed, and it was too close to relax.  Flipping downwards, Montand began kicking in the direction of the sub.  It was a little harder without his flippers, but it was either risk getting injured because of those stupid things, or taking a chance and swimming a little slower with a head start.  Yeah, he went for the obvious one.  "We're almost there.  I can see the light."  There was a small light at the rear of the underwater vessel to indicate where they should be heading.

So close.  So close.  He could nearly touch it.  Nearly --

Dryness.  Sweet, sweet dry air.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #63 on: February 01, 2010, 04:30:56 PM »
Aderaline was pumping through her giving Vanessa the feeling of her heart being up in her throat. The closer he came to her, and the sound of the gunfire stopping caused her to grow an itch under her skin. Her body wanted to move, to get away from the danger but she kept herself where she was, waiting for Montand to reach her, and gear up before she took cover under the safety of the water. She could see how happy he was that she had gathered his things and brought them with her. He probably thought she wouldn't. Showed how much trust he had in her to act with her head still on.

The cold water seemed to have brought her nosebleed to a slow halt which was good, Vanessa wasn't really wanting to stick the helmet on and let it fill with her blood. There wasn't much time to think about it though, in no time Montand was pushing the mask down over her face after slipping his tank on around his back and planting a kiss to her cheek. That, had taken her by surprise. Not something she had been expecting when she felt that he clearly would have been mad at her for her stupid stunt. Maybe he still was, and she'd have to deal with that once they were safely under water.

They went down, the two of them disappearing under the waters surface away from the bullets that had began to fire at them again. Vanessa swam like the devil was at her heels, snapping at her ankles. She only stopped once or twice, to wait for Montand who was a little slower because he hadn't put his flippers on. She was glad he had decided not to. If he did.. well one of them probably would have ended up getting shot. And that.. that would have been one ugly problem.

The closer they got, the more excited she began to get. More than she had been about going to the surface. Her fingers stretched out to touch the smooth metal surface. Just about...

They were inside in no time and Vanessa was pulling her mask off, tossing it away from her with her back up against the inside. Placing her hand under her nose she smeared blood away, the little bit that was still coming down and she looked at her hands. They were trembling and they hurt like crazy. Where the rocks had scraped, they were red and raw. The water hadn't helped much with the pain, other than cleaning it from whatever could have gotten underneith.

"Are you.. okay?" She asked, looking up at Montand.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #64 on: February 01, 2010, 05:00:41 PM »
"Me?  OK?  Of course I'm not OK, Vanessa!  We nearly got a hundred bullets through our bodies.  Fuck sakes.  How did they find the gear?  We hid it in a safe place as well!  God damn it.  That's the last time I'm doing something stupid like that for a good while."  Montand wasn't a soldier.  All he was good at, was this kind of stuff.  Sitting in a submarine all day, going out and swimming in the ocean occasionally.  And playing football.  But not running away from guys with AKs, and jumping in to the water while you're being shot at!  How did he get mixed up in all of this?  Umm... because there's a war going on?  And everyone is involved someway or another.

"Thanks.  You saved us both.  Didn't know what the hell you were doing to begin with, but it paid off."  Their wetsuits were dripping, but the place was designed to cope with soaking wet clothes.  He ran the tap of the sink and placed a cloth underneath it, turning the handle off then gently wiping her mouth so to get rid of the blood.  At the same time, he used another towel to clean up her hands, which looked nasty.  Did she get these cuts from hitting the guy's face so hard, or was it from the original fall that near-enough knocked her clean out?

If this were a film, this would be the moment they'd share a kiss, have sex (while the wetsuits were still on, thus making it physically impossible to actually have intercourse) but they weren't like that.  This was Montand and Vanessa.  Two people that couldn't stand being down here with each other.  And no sooner was he wiping the blood from her hands and face, he was going back to taunting and moaning at her.  "So you just gonna sit there and wait for me to phone Starling?  Or you gonna lift that fat arse off the chair and do it for once?"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #65 on: February 01, 2010, 05:13:41 PM »
There it was, the anger that Vanessa was waiting for him to let go and spill out. She sat there, listening to him rant and rave about how they were almost shot, ask the question that even she didn't know, and then... silence. Maybe he was done? Vanessa wasn't going to chance it, have him go off again. She flexed her fingers slowly, once.. twice and each time it stung, causing her to wince. She should do something about it. Fix her hands, and deal with her nose.

Montand had surprised her by actually thanking her, instead of blaming the whole mess on her little shoulders. He was actually thanking her. Even more surprising, he had brought over a cloth and was cleaning away the blood that was sticking to her skin. She smiled a bit, wincing with each stroke of the cloth on her hands making them more clean and a little more red than before. But they were looking better than when she had started out. "Thanks..."

Buuut... that didn't last for very long. With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes Vanessa rose and pushed Montand out of the way, knocking him onto his knees. "You just had to ruin it, didn't you my little Fench fry."

In moments, Vanessa was connected to Starling's direct line and informing the man of the Russians being in the area.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #66 on: February 04, 2010, 04:40:52 PM »
Chapter IV
England

The Scottish Lieutenant opened his eyes as the knock on the door grew louder.  He was sure he had heard it in his dreams, his quiet slumber.  So how long had the messenger at the door been banging?  It always took him an extra few moments to bring himself back to the world, that long moment of confusion, the adjustment from sweet thoughts to the horrible war around them.  Morris lifted his legs off the double bed and placed bare feet on the carpet, twiddling his toes on the soft redness.  His eyes stung, not enough sleep.  A roar gasped from a wide, open mouth.  It was 10am.  When did he go to bed?  4 o'clock?    5 o'clock?

Standing to his feet, Morris threw on a grey T-shirt, while his dark shorts had been worn to bed already.  "I'm comin', I'm comin'."  The Scotsman shouted as the door chapped once again.  Couldn't be the postman, he'd have left by now.  Attempted to shove a big parcel through that tiny letterbox then realising it wouldn't fit.  It'd happened before, a crushed brown package waiting for him.  Some folk were useless.  Through the distorted glass of the front door, there was a green blur.  He knew who it was.  The youthful face still as beautiful, blonde hair shining.  Captain Samantha Stokes.  Messenger girl for Colonel Starling.

Unlocking the door, he side-stepped and smiled.  "Well Captain Stokes."  She was carrying a thick folder.  Another mission.  "Lookin' pretty as usual."
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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #67 on: February 04, 2010, 05:11:51 PM »
Samantha smiled as the door opened to reveal the sleepy Lieutenant on the other side. "Good mornin' Lieutenant Morris. It's nice to see you finally decided to join the living." Walking into his cabin her eyes swept over the familiar layout of the place and turned around with the folder still clutched to her chest. "I was beginning to think you'd never wake up, and then I'd have to break the door down. Of course, I wouldn't pay for the damage. You could think of it as my final thank you for trashin my bar when we met."

Sitting down on his couch Samantha crossed her legs at the knees letting the folder balance ontop of them, clasping her fingers together across the papers. "Perhaps I should start carrying a blow horn whenever I come your way. You always seem to be the hardest to rise. Up late again?" Her eyes traveled around and looked back at his bedroom door a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Is there another person here I'm not aware of? I could just drop this off and leave if you'd like," she teased.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #68 on: February 04, 2010, 05:32:37 PM »
"Oh?  I trashed yer bar?  If I remember correctly, me trashin' yer bar saved yer life.  Just think... if I wasnae in that toilet when those guys came in an' started wavin' their guns, you'd be deed."  Maybe it was a little bit of an overexaggeration, but they had came in to her bar expecting her to pay.  She didn't have the money to hand over, so anything could have happened to her.

"Nah, there's naeb'dy in there.  Wish there was, mind you.  Wouldnae mind wakin' up next tae some sexy blonde lassie, y'ken?  Like I tell't you a'fore -- I got a big DVD collection doon here, an' a fridge full a' beer an' wine."  He smiled back, sitting on the other couch.  "Guessin' yer here for business, all decked up in yer uniform.  An' I'm also guessin' that my holiday's cut short.  Bastard."  Starling had a habit of doing this to him, promising a lengthy rest period then sneaking up with a mission.  Morris couldn't say no.  Well, he could, but he had a problem where he couldn't stop taking on jobs.  One of these days, it'd be the death of him.  After all -- he was going behind enemy lines for most of them!

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #69 on: February 04, 2010, 06:15:11 PM »
Samantha just laughed and waved his remark off. Yeah, he had probably saved her life. But she wasn't going to admitt that to him. Couldn't let him believe it now could she? That he had been her little knight in Scottish armour and had kept those goons from roughing her up? She could have held her own... as in not crying, and not messing herself. But she could have held her own.

Her cheeks turned a soft red and she smiled again pushing the folder across to him. "You've got that right. Starling misses you I guess, can't do anythin dangerous without you throwin your weight around. But you know you're not too dissapointed. I know you're not." Samantha laughed sitting back after handing it to him, folding her hands back into her lap. "I bet it's your guilty pleasure, isn't it. Workin in the danger zones. Infiltrating those who think they're safe until you tap them on the shoulder."

Tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear she nodded at the thick folder in his hands, "so, what's he got planned for you this time? I haven't looked at it yet. Thought I'd wait till you got to see it too." Usually, she didn't. Would show up knowing well what was inside and tease him about knowing, and not giving it to him until he wrestled it out of her fingers. "I bet it's messy. Dangerous. Death defying! Are you excited? Open it!"

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #70 on: February 04, 2010, 06:42:33 PM »
"No really.  I just gotta learn tae say no, an' I'm sorted."  Morris took the folder and began to open it.  Already, he recognised the map.  It was of Norway, a place he had been close to calling his second home.  He spent more time there than he did in any other country in the mainland.  Mostly sabotage work, but right now it was where the Soviet Union used as a base for their air fleets.  Their aircraft didn't match up with the RAF, of course, but that didn't stop them from using the air bases.  Morris was specialised in destroying things like that.  But this time, it was different.  A small port town, nothing too big.  The recon photographs didn't show any ships or vessels, or air fields.  So why did he want this place destroyed?

Seems like -- according to Starling -- there was a infantry regiment going by the designation 808.  Now, usually they didn't go targetting specific soldiers like this, but a journalist had handed over priceless information about troop movements over the past few days, and they had decided to call in a favour by leading a group of commandos to kill every last one of them.  A little extreme, thought Morris, but that's what he was asked to do.  "I'm goin' back tae Norway.  Leadin' a group a' guys that's supposed tae wipe oot an entire group a' Soviet soldiers.  Fantastic."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #71 on: February 04, 2010, 11:11:38 PM »
"Norway huh? Why don't you just buy a house and live there. It seems he sends you there a lot anyways. That way you wouldn't really have to travel as much." Slipping the folder from his fingers Samantha turned it around to look at it herself flipping through the photographs. "A whole group you say? I wonder what's so special about them. Since when were you on seek-and-destroy missions of entire groups of men? Sounds like Starling's just wanting to kill off all the Russians now as a way of ending things."

Placing the folder next to her Samantha uncrossed her legs and sat twisted her fingers a shadow falling over her face. "I was right, it is dangerous... death defying... exciting." Smiling again Samantha stood up and walked over to Morris. Slipping herself into his lap she linked her arms around his neck letting her head rest against his chest just listening to the Lieutenant's heartbeat. "Come back to me Lieutenant... and stay safe. You're one of my only friends and even fewer of the people I trust. I don't want Starling to tell me you got your ass handed to you by some vodka-drinking-snow-living bastard. You hear me?" Raising her head to look at him there was a twinkle in her eye as she scooted herself out of his lap patting him on the head.

"Now, last time I checked you had promised to sit through that chick flick with me. You know, the one with that Ryan Gosling fellow and Rachel McAdams? What was it called? I know you have it. And I -know- you have time to watch it."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #72 on: February 05, 2010, 03:57:27 PM »
"Now, why would I wanna dae somethin' stupid like buyin' a hoose oor there?  I hate the country.  It's absolutely baltic, an' I've lived in Scotland for maste a' my life."  Morris was a little surprised that she came over and sat beside him, coming so close and cuddling him.  Now she was right, he did have time before he had to depart for Scandanavia.  But did he really want to be spending such little time he had left -- after all, there was always a chance he'd die on one of these missions -- watching some shitty movie about romance?  And who the hell was Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams?  Was she just making these people up?  Nah, Morris was more in to his Bruce Willis' and Michael Biehn's.  The old action films of the 80s and early 90s.

And his DVD collection showed it, hell, he had even begun to convert most of it towards Blu-Ray now that that seemed to be the latest thing.  Watching Terminator in high-definition?  It was a dream come true!  Fine, fine, so the special effects aren't up to much compared to today's standards, but who really cares?  You watch it for the story and the awesome 80s electro-tunes.

When she scooted away from him, Morris was quick to grab her back and pulled her on his lap.  He enjoyed the comfort.  When she came round for his mission delivery, he was glad it was her.  Gave him an enjoyable time before he had to do what needed done.  He was thankful to her for it.

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #73 on: February 05, 2010, 06:01:16 PM »
"Hey!" Samantha let out a laugh, finding herself back in Morris' lap instead of heading in the direction towards his DVD collection like she had expected. Something inside her was happy that Morris had tugged her back instead of letting her walk away. "I know you have it my friend." She said softly, poking him in the right cheek with a well manicured nail. "I slipped it into your collection the last time I was over. I knew you weren't going to go out of your way to get it like you said you would."

Samantha enjoyed the close company with Morris whenever she got it. Coming here, to his little cabin in the middle of nowhere to give him his missions. She had spent so much time here, always dropping off something new for him to do. Being his welcome party home when he did return--with a new mission for him to leave on again. Despite the months that she sometimes went without knocking on his door, the English woman still felt that she spent more time here than she did at her own apartment. And yet, everytime Morris left on something Starling had sent him on Samantha couldn't help but feel like if he didn't return... it would be her fault for bringing him that folder with what he was to do.

Sometimes she wondered if they were dancing on a border between friendship and something more. And if they were, which side would they end up falling to? Or was it just her who got that feeling? Maybe it wasn't something at all and she was just thinking things.

Resting her head against his shoulder Samantha put her arms around him, hugging him to her. He always went off on dangerous things, but there was something about this that made her worry. He was going to take on how many Russians.. with how many people on his side?

"Well, I guess you don't have to watch it today. I'll make you watch it when you come home."

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Re: Norwegian Nights
« Reply #74 on: March 25, 2010, 07:16:37 PM »
Morris gave her a cheeky smirk, resting his head back against the chair and closing his eyes.  Maybe he should stop denying himself that he enjoyed the little moments like this, just sitting here, the both of them.  "I'm startin' tae hope that this time I dinnae come back."  It was all a joke, of course, and the Scot always wanted to come back to his native country in one piece.  He hadn't been up north in so long, because Starling always wanted to send him somewhere else.  There was no point in travelling all the way up there, getting comfortable, then being told 'oh, by the way Morris, I need you to go all the way over to Poland and fix some woman's heating for her.  And while you're at it, maybe go and blow up a Polish tank garrison while you're there?  Thanks, my dear boy!'.

The idea did come in to his head that on one mission, he might just walk away and never be seen again.  Declared as MIA, or KIA.  No more missions, run off to a European countryside and live the rest of his life there in peace.  Never have to pick up a gun again, never have to risk his life.  Just soak up the sun.  Maybe even invite Samantha over with him, start up a bar again and the two of them could be partners.  That would be the life alright.  Somewhere off the coast of Italy.  Yeah.  He could go with that idea.

Quickly opening his eyes again to check if Samantha had fallen in to the same, a-little-too-comfortable state, he felt his head lean forwards a little and kiss the top of her head, her blonde lockes tickling his lips.  She should be getting back to the office, but Morris wanted her to stay here for a little longer.  Returning his head to it's original position again, his eyes closed again and he fell asleep.

 

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