Vixen

 

Teaching SEALs how to be spies was more work than Vixen thought possible. Every few hours they asked for an update, or needed to do a rundown of how they’d react to scenarios at Guantanamo. Tiffany hadn’t even been approved for the interrogation, and the guys an entire plan mapped out. Three days after Cry Baby’s team got detained she was ready to pull out her hair and slap every single one of them.

“What is wrong with you?” she roared, as they went through another tactical possibility.

Wolf turned around first. “Uh oh. Hey, fellas, how about we step out to get groceries for dinner?”

“But I’m not—” Mozart started, but Wolf shot him a glare that shut him up.

“Let’s beat pavement,” Benny said.

Every SEAL, but the one driving her the craziest, left the house. Cry Baby turned to her with a confused stare.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t you baby me. Sit still, twiddle your thumbs, or read a book. I don’t care. Tex, Trace, and I have been working non-stop for approval to the Bay. Most have to wait months to get in, and we’re hoping for clearance by the end of the week.”

Cry Baby looked away and back, and, at the hurt expression in his eyes, she felt chagrined.

“Look, James, I’m—”

“Do you know why they call Heim ‘Heim’? It’s short for Heimdall, the all-seeing God. He was a Marine Sniper before he applied to BUD/s training. Snake? It’s the silver eyes, but it’s also because he has excellent vision. He is Heim’s spotter, and you never see one without the other. Welsh, well the Recruit Division Commanders thought it was funny to call the Scotsman Welsh. He came into the service and earned his citizenship while in the Navy. Hawk, he’s the easiest. It’s his totem animal. He’s Lakota Native American, and when we had to do a night flight he made animal sounds to sooth our nerves. He’s been Hawk ever since. Glitz, he likes to make things go boom.”

Tiffany didn’t know what to say as he slowly approached her. The emotion in his face choked her. So much price, worry, admiration, and anger filtered over his features as he talked about each of his brothers.

“I move because I can’t stay still. I want to fight, because I feel helpless. Those are my brothers, and I am not at their side. They are facing a battle that I am not fighting with them. It breaks me, in ways that I cannot explain, to not be with them,” he whispered, just steps away from her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Do you know why they call me Cry Baby?”

The sun had set, and the room was barely lit by the moon’s glow. The SEALs had been practicing night maneuvers, and the lack of visibility made it real. In the darkness, his voice coiled around her and drew her in. She swayed toward him and he pulled her to his chest.

“It is because I never take a life without shedding a tear. From the first time I ever had to fire my weapon, until the death of a brother, I shed tears that my brothers cannot. It’s a badge of honor, what they call me, rather than a way to pick at me. I break, to keep them strong. I teach them to fight, so when they have no bullets they can survive. I am the foundation, Tiffany, when Heim leads us and Snake gives us direction.”

His words rumbled through his chest and she let them vibrate into her soul. He wasn’t a man looking for the alpha role, or even needed it. He understood quite clearly how necessary an omega male was. He didn’t need to lead them because he helped them stand strong.

“I should have understood,” she whispered.

“And I should have explained. We have such a similar life, versus civilians, but there are places where we differ. I’ve always heard half of spy work was waiting, but I didn’t realize how true that was until this happened.”

“I know you’re worried, but we are getting close. Trace has been keeping tabs on their care, and, since they are potential assets when they are cleared of wrongdoing, so their detainment is easier.”

“Heim and Snake both have wives, and Snake has a son. There will be nothing easy about this detainment for them. I need to call them, and give them updates.”

She released him as he went in search of his phone. Every day he’d called Katya and Akwasi to give them updates on what was happening, as much as he could. Katya, a girl after Tiffany’s heart, called her father, the Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy, screeching to high heaven, and prepared to kick down doors on behalf of her husband, Heim. Tiffany had no doubt that sort of protection made sure the SEAL team was handled with care more than the SIS butting in.

But her man was stressed, and until they got word, there wasn’t much else they could do. She needed to find a way to calm him, to ease this time, as much as she could. Sex was the easy option, but they’d have a room full of SEALs soon enough, and she’d rather have her sex loud and proud. But she had an idea, and she’d get Tex to help her. She dialed up the former SEAL and waited for him to answer.

“All clear there?” he asked.

“Yeah, he got me straight.”

Tex chuckled. “It’s hard transitioning. I remembered that feeling when I got struck by the IED. It took my legs and my career and I had to find a new way to serve my country, but I didn’t know how to do it other than physically. Give him time, and he’ll calm.”

“That’s what I’m calling about, actually. Where the closest open range where we can get rid of a few thousand rounds of ammunition?”

Tex went silent for a moment, then a big booming laugh filled the receiver. “Hot damn, but you’re good for a SEAL. Tell him to get down lane ready and we’ll be there to pick you both up in ten.”

“Roger that,” she said and disconnected.

Cry Baby, aware of her ever move, turned to her when she got off the call. “What’s up?”

“Get down range ready,” she told him.

“Come again?”

“You heard me, move SEAL. I won the fight, now I’m going to out shoot you too.”

“As I recall I won,” he said. But he got up and headed towards his bedroom.

“Lies, I don’t remember this. I remember winning, and then forcing you to make love to me as the victor.”

“Is that what happened?” he asked. She turned to look at him, and her mouth went dry. He’d taken his shirt off, and his chiseled muscles were on display.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked.

Her response was to lift her shirt over her head and pull down the cups of her bra. She played with her nipple until they were stiff and moaned.

“How bad do you want it?” she tossed at him.

“How soon are they going to be here?”

“T minus eight minutes.”

“Get in here and bend over. I can get you off three times in that amount of time, pretty girl.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice.

 

*

 

“Here’s the deal, boys. There are nine of us tonight, and we are doing a going to see who’s the best. Silly water boys, or the badass SIS agent. Most grouped shots with the handgun, rifle, and then sub machine gun, wins,” she taunted.

She’d dressed in sleek black jeans and matching black camisole before throwing on a tactical jacket over. The open range was clear of any others but them, and even with the moonlight, the targets down range were hard to see.

“You think you can beat me, short stuff?” Dude asked.

“Of course, Dude,” she scoffed.

“You’re on,” Dude said.

“Oh, I’m game,” Wolf said.

Mission ready, the group all picked up the service Glock 19s Tex had gotten for them somehow.

“One clip a weapon. The best three out of five,” Tiffany said.

“That’s a lot of bullets,” Cry Baby told her.

“Yeah, a whole lot of chances for SEALs to lose, too,” she returned.

“Oh, she’s definitely going down,” Cookie hissed

Dream on, Tiffany thought. If there was anything she knew her way around, that was weapons. She’d qualified with more weapons than most in her class, and she’d been an instructor for the Central Axis Relock firing method. She palmed her pistol at the high position, parallel with her shoulders and pointing at the target in her slightly diagonal stance. Then she extended her arms up and forward and tilted her pistol toward her dominant right eye. The CAR method made her faster, more efficient, and combated the issue of double sight picture when she looked down the sight of the gun, and she didn’t have to close one of her eyes. Situated she fired, and didn’t stop until her clip was empty.

“Clear. On to the M16A4,” she called.

She heard Wolf say the same as he transitioned to the rifle, and then the other shooters. One after another they blazed through their clips, and moved to the next weapon, until they reached the Heckler & Kotch UMP, submachine gun. Tex got them the good stuff, and she was having the time of her life.

That was until she realized that Dude won the first round by one grouping.

“You’re going done, dude,” she yelled at him.

“Bring it sister,” he called back.

Cry Baby smiled at her, and tilted his head at her in acknowledgement with a soft smile.

You’ve done good, T. Now kick their asses or you’ll never live it down.

And what do you know, she won the next three rounds.

Take that, Water Boys.