---- The Bounty

[Masume]

THE BOUNTY

This is going to be a Bounty Hunter type story; I need a few males and females to help me out with this story. There is one part in particular I am looking to fill. It’s for a veteran (veteran in experience and determination not age) that works as a bounty hunter as well at their Solitary Bonds HQ that is unhappy with my characters arrival. He’ll be her sort of rival. Please PM me if you are interested in that part.

This takes place in Honolulu Hawaii. (I’ve been watching too much Dog The Bounty Hunter)

For anyone else that would like o join please do!

Name: Sonya Scott
Birthplace: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Special traits/skills: bounty hunting, intelligence, hand-to-hand combat, weapons expert, assassin, sniper, infiltration, tracker
Age: 22
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair: Dark Red
Eyes: Ice Blue

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Sonya Scott practically yanked a brush through her hair. The fiery mess was in tangles after what had to be the world’s longest shower. The one week she doesn’t wash and condition her hair and it turns into this. She hated her hair, without proper brushing and care it began a wave of tangles. She was used to getting rave comments about her hair whenever anyone asked her about it she would simply say “I got it from a bottle” She was a natural brunette, but fell in love with her appearance as a redhead after a dare when she was twelve. She never went back.

“Wonderful!” Sonya groaned looking at her clock. It was already ten minutes to nine. In just a couple of minutes, she would be late on her first day at Solitary Bonds. What a way to leave an impression. Giving up on her hair, she pulled out a brush doing the best she could to untangle the problems. Sighing she wrapped it up in a messy bun with a large black barrette.

Letting her large white towel drop to the floor, she stood dry as a bone; aside from the sneaky drops of water that hide in the lousy bun overtop her head. Slipping on a matching silk brassiere and tiny thong, she was never one to skimp on lingerie. She was known for slurping money on her collection of lingerie and her collections boots. She never wore heels unless they were boots. Stilettos would be the death of her; she was a waling hazard in the things. There should have been a law about them. Or at least one about women like her ever daring to attempt to walk in them.

Grabbing a pair of black jeans, she slipped them on and pulled over a matching black sleeveless blouse. After being in the wash, it was tighter than usual and pulled against her erect nipples. Curse those sensitive things! Attempting to multi-task she retrieved her black, clunky boots, sunshades and car keys. Dressed in all black the Hawaiian sun was going to eat her alive. Black was a very slimming, besides it was kind of mandatory wear for a bounty hunter. Wearing yellow spandex may have been too obvious.

Sonya lost what few friends she had back in Canada. She kept to herself and her studies more than anything else. She loved everything to do with bounty hunting and on the few chases she had been on, she become hooked. Addicted to the intensity, the dreaded waiting game and that thrill one got when they caught their game. Oh, it was amazing! Bounty Hunting was nonexistent in Toronto so she left for Hawaii. Other than bounty hunting she had another major reason for the big move, she had nothing left in Toronto her parents both passed on, she was an only child and she had become so focused on her career friends were absent as well. Not that she cared really, caring for others, love and all that jazz only caused pain. It was a letter better left unopened to her.

Setting into the front seat of her most prized possession a Land Rover LR3. She always had a thing for big trucks, something about the power of the vehicle. She wasn’t sure, she always figured it had something to do with the connection between sex and cars. It was now seventeen minutes after nine. She was truly late and it was going to take her about fifteen minutes to get there. It was awful that she lived so close and still was late. It reflected poorly on her. And again, it was her first fucking day on the job. She was dead tired from her long trip over to Honolulu, she spent the better of night unpacking and masturbating. It had been so long since she’d been satisfied, she didn’t count that one night stand with that lawyer three weeks before she set off to Honolulu. He reminisced a boy on prom night, fumbling to find the bra strap, burping in her ear because he’d had too much chili sauce on his kebab. And the main event…well there was none because he was too fucking drunk. Those were one of those Kodak moments she would rather forget.

On the Brightside, Sonya loved this weather. When it rained, it rained far more than she had been used to in Toronto. And she had NO problems there. She loved the rain, hell it could rain twenty-four seven for all she cared. Waves of water already gathered around the corners of the streets and as she ran the last red light before she reached her destination, she exhaled the breath she’d been holding since she started driving. She was nervous…scratch that she terrified. It wasn’t bad enough that she was in a completely different place, new job and a new world for that matter. She was late, how disrespectful was that? All she could do was apologize and hold her head high. She was great at acting, always excelling in drama and performing arts she even wanted to go into acting. She could put up a mask as she always did in bad situations.

She could already see them inside, the boss on the job passing back in forth already dressed in full gear. They must have been waiting for her. A wave of guilt repeatedly washed over her, draining all the color from her cheeks. Her blue eyes were dark and intense. She was sooo not looking forward to this. Placing a shaky hand on the doorknob, she slowly opened it, the bells overhead jingling as she did. And just like that all eyes were on her.

“Sorry I’m late there was um…traffic.” Glancing behind her she then realized how bold of a lie that was. The streets were as calm as the ocean waves. Ugh…she was never a very good liar.

 

[GuyValentine]

Name: Jack Ryan
Birthplace: Bronx, New York
Special traits/skills: Bounty Hunting, martial arts, fire arms profissioncy, interrogation, expert driving
Age: 28
Height: 6,4"
Weight: 215
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Striking Hazel



Jack Ryan had been born and raised in the Bronx, living a rough life of poverty and neglect. He came from a long line of NYPD officers. His father, his grandfather, and his great grandfather had all been police officers in New York. Jack was born to be law enforcement, it coursed through his veins. Jack began at police academy at 18 and spent 2 years as a rookie cop, but he felt it unfufilling. Busting wave after wave of worthless punks just wasn't as thrilling as he'd hoped. So, in search of a bigger thrill, Jack enlisted to begin training in the Special Forces unit in the army. He spent 5 years working in "Shadow Company" as an Information Specialist. Jack was the one who could "extract" information from anyone and anything. Unfortunatly after a botched mission in Europe, Jack was wounded badly and forced out of the unit. He grew bitter and began drinking, he was spiraling out of control having no jobs where he could use his specialized training. Jack was on the brink of self-destruction until a friend of his told him about a job opportunity where he would be happy. A Bounty Hunting job out in Hawaii. Jack lept at the chance. So he began as a Rookie Bounty Hunter at Solitary Bonds, where he worked his way up the ranks until he was the top Bounty Hunter on the island.

The memories of his past flashed across his mind as Jack stared out at the waves from his beach side house. Growing up in New York he never had a view like this, the best it got back in the Bronx was the brick wall of the building next to his families run down old apartment. He shook his head, downing his coffee and moved to the shower, stripping off his boardshorts as he went. As a ritual Jack went surfing every morning, it helped calm his mind before the days work. He loved his work dearly, and could not imagine tolerating any other job. As Jack washed himself, the water cascading over his muscular figure, he thought about how today was going to be worse than any other.

Vic, the owner and manager of Solitary Bonds, had hired some new Bail Bonds Agent from Canada. A women at that! Jack had heard stories about her, although he couldn't remember her name. He really didn't care. word was she was an excellent Bounty Hunter, despite her lack of experience. Jack stepped out of the shower and dried himself off quickly, he glanced at himself in the mirror, his brown hair still damp, a slight stubble across his face. He rubbed his chin slightly,

"Your getting old Jack." he muttered to himself.

He shook off the feeling and moved out into his bed room, getting dressed, pulling on his jeans and black form fitting t-shirt. When you were chasing down a 'runner' there was no room for baggy clothes to be getting in the way. Jack grabbed his Px4 Storm 9mm Baretta from it's safety box on top of his dresser, he checked it and made sure everything was in order. Jack holstered the sidearm and walked out of the house, his car keys in hand. He smiled at the car in the driveway. The Super Charged 69' Classic Camaro was shinning in the Hawaiian sun.

"Hello Gorgeous." he said and got in, roaring the engine to life. Driving this thing was a dream, besides surfing, driving was Jack's favorite hobby, and he was quite good. Jack roared through the streets of Honolulu, finally pulling into the parking lot at Solitary Bonds. He walked in, exchanging the standard pleasentries with the secretaries and other employees. He made his way straight to the back, where the biggest office was. Jack walked in and saw the ruddy faced man he knew as "Vic". Jack had been working for Victor "Vic" Robertson for a long time and they had become friends.

Jack sat himself down in the chair across from the desk and put his feet up on the handsome oak desk.

"Vic, I come to work this morning expecting to see the new Agent, but...." Jack glanced over his shoulder at the busy workplace. "I see no Canadian. What gives?"

Soon after Jack had spoken a confident women strode into the room. Jack looked over at her and he instantly knew this was the new Agent. Her fiery red locks and piercing blue eyes stood out against the bland Tuape hue of the office walls. He listened as she spit the weak excuse of traffic. Jack smiled to himself knowing full well there was no traffic at this time. He stood up and turned to the women.

"Yeah, traffic can be pretty bad here on the island, you'll get used to it." He extended his hand, "Jack Ryan. You must be the new Agent."

 

[Masume]

"Yeah, traffic can be pretty bad here on the island, you'll get used to it." He extended his hand, "Jack Ryan. You must be the new Agent."

“Yeah it’s pretty…crazy.” She said, she took his hand unsure if he was joking or if he actually meant what he said. She was lying through her teeth, another strike on her for her first day. She was not complaining about the company though, his hand was big on hers and warm too. She had strike rules about office crushes. Though this particular office was unorthodox and the Jack was probably married with children as she found most law enforcement was he was off limit’s.

Turning her attention away from Jack she walked over to Vic who had a big ole’ smile on his face. At first glance, she wouldn’t take him for a big bag bounty hunter. His graying, black hair was held back in a neat bun, it must have reached length beyond his shoulder blades. Now she really felt ashamed of her own appearance. When a fifty-something year old could pull off a better hair than you, that was just sad. He showed her he was more than just a bounty hunter through their phone conversation. He was kind and accepted her readily to work with him. Not to mention his wife, she was the one who presented the idea of bringing her to Hawaii in the first place. She owed a lot to her.

“Sorry about being late Vic, I was just…”

“No time for excuses.” He interrupted moving around his desk. He gave a look to Vic before taking a seat behind the oak. “You’re here now so let’s get down to business. This is your first day, we do things a little more on hand here in Hawaii. I explained this to you.”

“Yeah…” Sonya nodded, taking a few backwards steps. She took a seat against the wall on a plush leather armchair, sitting up tensely. She couldn’t wait until her comfort and confident levels went up again. When she become familiar with the place, when walking into the office felt as normal as going home every night. But for now she just starred at Vic like a little kid just waiting for that clock to turn to three so he could race out of his classroom door. She wanted to take down her first fugitive…badly.

“We’re about to bust the skulls of a few drug dealers today. Two to be exact.” Vic began fiddling around his laptop, gathering more information as he spoke as a young woman perhaps only a few years older than her began passing herself and Jack papers and a folder that went to Jack. The woman was obviously a native of the island, she looked beautiful honestly. Her hair cascaded down her back, long and jet black. Sonya shifted uncomfortably, she looked like hell compared to her.

Did she wink at Jack? Sonya could have sworn the woman did. Where they together? Or was it just an inside joke? Or maybe they were just sleeping together. While her mind swirled around the possibilities that really should have meant nothing to her, Vic cleared his throat loudly; taking notice to her lack of interest in what he was saying.

“Jack’s great to look at and all but we’ve got serious business here okay?”

Sonya snapped her head around, blushing violently she opened her mouth to push out another excuse that would cover her eyes betray but when Vic decided to continue speaking she said nothing. Deciding to drop the subject immediately.

“He’s a clean 314 pounds and it’s all muscle, former body builder and footballer. Kaneitic “Kane: Maguitia likes to push ice on Hawaii’s youth. The next is a woman, a small 115, 5’5”. Her hobbies include, selling drugs, using drugs and stealing. Let’s catch these two before they continue to poison our streets. Get your gear on and let's load up. Sonya you'll be riding with Jack today. You shouldn't have a problem with that."

Was he mocking her now? The last she wanted was for her boss to think she was lusting after her one of his workers. Still, mouthing off to her boss probably wouldn’t be so smart on her part. Standing up she saw her options of gear, a bulletproof vest, mace, gloves and walkie takie. Slipping the vest over her chest, she pulled it together, fastening it around herself. “Am I driving or are you?” She asked, her blue eyes doing more than simply glancing. She couldn’t help it, she wasn’t dead yet. Even Vic had some looks in him. She laughed at her own thought, placing the mace in it’s holster. She’d had some unpleasant times with mace, she had a way of triggering it in the most inappropriate times.

“Because I love being behind the wheel so…?”

 

[bi_nicole21]

Name: Naomi Anderson
Birthplace: Suburb of Reno, NV
Special traits/skills: Technical proficiency, computer and electronic repair, sniping, judo black belt, black/covert operations
Age: 29
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Dirty blonde
Eyes: Dark green

Naomi lit a cigarette as she hit yet another red light. How could she hit so many red lights at this time of day with noone on the road? Whatever, it wasn't like she was in a hurry to get to work. Vic would give her shit, but fuck him. They had the new guy coming in today so it wasn't like they were short handed. The only item she had seen on the dockett was the Kane collection and she had little to no interest in running him down. But she knew with the band of idiots this guy usually kept around him, she would probably be in a back alley with a billy club within the hour.

Naomi had been a bounty hunter for 8 years now. She joined her first crew when she was 21. Naturally, she encountered a lot of resistance when she first joined, but she thrived on it. She had taken judo lessons while growing up just like any kid, except Naomi was good at it. Really good. By the time she started college she was already a second-degree black belt. Unfortunately, judo happened to be the only thing people seemed to praise her for. Her dad had left when she was 10 and her mom just didn't seem to care. It wasn't that she was a BAD mother, she just wasn't much of a mother at all and Naomi had been forced to raise herself pretty much.

Run-ins with the local cops, suspensions galore from every school, you name your troubled tomboy characteristic, Naomi had it. She didn't have many friends, most people thought she was crazy. Boys in school that weren't scared of her were always trying to seem tougher than her and try to lay her as a sort of contest among them. They stopped trying after she broke one boy's nose with a swift punch after he tried to force himself on her at a party.

Things didn't go much better in college and Naomi dropped out after a year. She did this and that, looking for her calling, when she accidentally became a bounty hunter. She was walking down the street and a bounty hunter was chasing a mark right near her. A few foot and hand sweeps later, she had the guy pinned on the ground before the bounty hunter caught up. His name was Robert and he had her on his crew by Monday.

They were a small crew of 4, relatively unprofessional, they held their own to stay afloat but nothing huge. Over the next year or so, Robert and Naomi became romantically involved and had been about to move in together. But one day, Robert was killed on the job by some junkie asshole. Naomi snapped, rushed the guy and broke every bone in his face.That was the first time Naomi ever killed a man, and between losing Robert and the weight of what she had done, Naomi was never the same.

She shook herself out of her flashback as she screeched to a halt in the parking lot. She jumped the door of the jeep and landed boots-first on the pavement, striding into HQ through the front door. Jack didn't see her at first so she gave him a windup-smack on the ass, quickly dodging his retaliatory swing as she laughed and continued towards her office. She pulled off her sunglasses as she heard Vic yell "Nice of you to show up", to which she smiled, gave him the finger and hopped into her office.

After she dropped her stuff off and checked for messages, she opened the window which looked out over the parking lot where Jack and some girl were loading up getting ready for a job. She smiled at the girl, the bulletproof vest immediately giving her away. "Hey, you the new guy?"

 

[Masume]

"Hey, you the new guy?"

Sonya lifted her head, wrinkling her forehead as she slipped her gloves over hands. "No." She answered. Biting down on the tip with her front teeth, she pulled the other one on tight and faced the woman’s direction.

"I'm the new woman here." Flashing her own toothy grin her way, she sat back down and laced her boots up. Something she had neglected to do before she arrived. Her intention was not to come across as a smart ass. But she had a feeling she may have.

"So what's your name?" She called out, lifting her gaze for a moment, random strands of hair flew around her face as the front door was continuously opened and closed by workers. It was actually becoming quite annoying. So she realized her hair from their prison and let them drop around her shoulders. She usually kept it up, neat, and tidy. Though it rebelled against her this morning. Through the filtered sunlight, her hair was bright and red and still a tangled mess. It almost looked like a style. Racking her hands through it she stood up again, she brushed past Jack and over to the woman’s office.

"You got anything I can tie this mess up with?"

 

[bi_nicole21]

"I'm the new woman here."

"Ooooh," Naomi joked, raising her eyebrows at Jack, "looks like I touched a nerve."

She turned back to the girl, laughing.

"Hi, I'm Naomi, welcome to the club. Looks like you're a smartass, huh?" She smiled as the girl looked offended for a moment, "Don't worry, honey, if there's one thing we have no shortage of here, it's smartasses."

"Eat a thick one, Naomi," Jack hooted.

"Shut it, Jack!" Naomi threw back.

The new girl looked like she was starting to warm up to the little good-natured pissing contest Jack and Naomi tended to play. They were like brother and sister those two, always fooling around but absolutely clean and reliable while on the job. It was the only way that being a bounty hunter didn't completely suck.

The new girl was struggling with her hair and finally gave up and let it down, shaking it a little and running her fingers through it. Jack and Naomi quit their banter for a moment, temporarily stunned by the radiant deep red hair cascading from the new girl's head. She was pretty before, but she was beautiful now. Naomi couldn't help wondering if she was all face and no game.

"You got anything I can tie this mess up with?"

Naomi reached up and pulled one of the few ties from her own ponytail of long dirty-blonde hair, tossing it down to the new girl.

"Here you go. I tend to wear a bunch, they don't last very long in this gig," she offered. "You got a name?"

 

[GuyValentine]

“Jack’s great to look at and all but we’ve got serious business here okay?”

Jack smiled at Sonya as her face turned to a dark scarlet. He listened to Vic as he dished out the assignment. He was pairing Jack and Sonya up today to take down the body builder and the klepto-woman. They were pretty straight forward cases, The Hulk might be a little tricky but nothing that he couldn't handle. As Vic explained the case Melissa, the agencies secretary winked at him as she handed out the case files to both he and Sonya. Jack smiled and returned the wink to the black haired beauty. Melissa hit on Jack all the time, he didn't mind the attention, it gave his ego an un-needed ego boost. They had slept together once when they'd both gotten drunk at a Christmas party, but nothing ever came from it. Jack found Melissa to be pleasent, but very shallow and simple.

As Jack began gearing up, strapping on his vest and so forth, Sonya asked him who was driving. Jack loved driving and was extremely good at it, but he wanted to see how the Rookie handled herself.

"I think I'll let you take the wheel today, I want to see what kind of machine the new Bounty Hunter drives."

Suddenly Naomi entered the office and they exhanged their standard, unusual pleasentries. Naomi was a good bounty hunter and a good friend. They joked around alot and were comfortable around each other. Jack finished gearing up and turned to Naomi and Sonya, who were exchanging hair ties.

"If you ladies are done exchanging fashion tips, the rookie and I have some runners to catch." Jack went to the door and held it open for Sonya, "After you."

 

[Masume]

"You got a name?"

"Sonya Scott. And thanks." She said, taking the tie and wrapping her hair up in a high ponytail. Naomi and Jack seemed to have a history as well. The friendly teasing was humor to her. It was as casual as kissing your lover goodbye everyday. She did wish to become as a close knit as the others. But she had a lingering feeling that wasn't going to be so easy. When relaxed with others she had a tendency to come across as incredibly flirty and doing so here could be a career killer. Her actions could be seen as an underlying motive to rise to a higher rank. She never used her looks in anyway but she had been accused of it many times before. Besides that, Melissa chick seemed to have that role down.

Sonya was relived. She didn't trust too many drivers. Yeah, being a hunter you had to have been skilled behind the wheel. Still, she trusted no hand but her own.

"If you ladies are done exchanging fashion tips, the rookie and I have some runners to catch." Jack went to the door and held it open for Sonya, "After you."

Sonya narrowed her eyes. She hated being thought of as girly and the fashion tip remark steamed her just a bit. Shrugging it off she brushed past her new partner and pushed open the front door, placing a pair of shaded over her eyes. "Cya Naomi! That is unless you want to come along. I could always use a real teacher." If Jack wanted to be a smartass, she would play along but he had better be prepared, she was anything but a push over.

 

[GuyValentine]

"Cya Naomi! That is unless you want to come along. I could always use a real teacher."

Jack scowled at the remark, but let it slide. If she was ever going to fit in at this agency she had to have a quick wit and a sharp tounge. Sonya seemed to be doing alright for herself. Jack followed her out into the parking lot, his eyes drifted down, noticing how tight her ass was, he shook his head then snapped his eyes back up. Jack had to focus right now, show the Rookie the ropes.

"So which one of these cars are yours? I'm guessin that....." Jack pointed to a hot pink zippy litte sports car. It looked like a life sized Barbie dream car.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Name: Fazil Kotuk
Age: 29
Profession: Terrorist/Revolutionary
Ethnicity: Turkish
Location: Atlantic City, NJ

Kotuk's small band of terrorists often like to assault and intimidate people by rape and burglary. They rob banks and terrorize the local gangsters to raise funds and gain weapons.

He is certainly not afraid of a FEMALE bounty hunter. He shares his native country's Old World views of the fairer sex. He fronts for his organization by running chai houses, all for the greater glory of his Turkish Falange, a fascist cell.

 

[GuyValentine]

Jack was suprised, however when Sonya scowled at him and indicated the monsterous Hummer. Jack was impressed, such a small women commanding such a large vehicle. The question was how well could she do it. They were going to find out soon enough. He climbed into the enormous vehicle and sat in the passanger seat beside Sonya as she roared the car to life.

"Nice ride Rookie." Jack observed. He began to direct her to the last known adress of one of the runners, "Were going to start with the Klepto-chick. We'll start you small then work up to the harder catches." Jack reached into his pocket and slipped a black pair of sunglasses on. They rode in silence for a little while, but then Jack looked over at her.

"Tell me about yourself, rookie."

 

[Masume]

"So which one of these cars are yours? I'm guessin that....." Jack pointed to a hot pink zippy litte sports car. It looked like a life sized Barbie dream car.

"You’re kidding right?" If Sonya wasn't thinking about slapping the taste out of his mouth she surely was now. He was so obviously trying to get under her skin and the more and more he pushed she was liable to push back. Pointing a manicured finger towards her vehicle. She smiled at the thought of him not expecting her to ride such a powerful vehicle.

"Nice ride Rookie."

"It is isn’t it?" She grinned, flashing her white teeth at the bounty hunter. Pulling her seatbelt over her torso, strapped in safely she began to pull away from the street and into the small fraction of morning traffic. Even now, her lie just kept on stretching.

"Tell me about yourself, rookie."

And there was the loaded question. Keeping her eyes on thee road. She hated it when men wore glasses around her. It concealed their eyes and their expression from her. Especially men that unnerved her. The spacey hummer gave her a lot of breathing room. She said a silent prayer of thanks in her head for that. So at least she didn't have to worry about being too close for comfort.

"Um..." She started exhaling a deep breath. "There really isn't much to tell. Been sort of a loner most of my life I guess you could say. My mum and dad passed away when I was eight. They were both shot to dead in our old house while I was asleep in the basement. I used to always stay there, I pretended it was my own little house." Focusing back on the painful memories she gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned ivory. Sneaking a peek at Jack, she swallowed back behind a lump that hard formed in her throat.

"Uh..." What was she doing exposing such things to a stranger. One that could probably careless at that. "And then I went from foster home, you know it sucked but built character...yadda...yadda..yadda, long storey short. I was a violent kid that focused that rage into something productive. And now I'm here, with you, in my hummer about to bust a ice head. How about you?"

 

[GuyValentine]

Jack had been gazing out the window when Sonya had begun her story, but when the intense sadness of her words hit him his gaze went back to her. Jack had not expected such a tale of hardship and sorrow, if he'd known that he never would have asked. Now he felt like a dick for making her relive it. Jack could tell she wasn't comfortable speaking about it, she was clutching the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles had drained of blood.

"I'm sorry...." He said softly, he coldn't think of anything else to say. Nothing he could do to make it right.

How about you?"

Jack laughed slightly, "Me? Not that interesting a story. Born and raised in the Bronx, tough streets and all. I came from a long line of cops, so i couldn't dissapoint my father. I walked the NYPD beat for a couple of years but I just wasn't getting the action I needed. So I joined up with the military, Special Forces. Got some action there, was enjoying it until I took a few bullets to the chest and shoulder. Wounded soldiers are worthless in Special Forces, so out I went. I been working with Vic ever since." he looked at Sonya. "I love this job, I love this work. I have a feeling you will too."

Jack turned his gaze back to the road and continued directing Sonya until they pulled up infront of a rickety looking shack of a house. Jack checked the adress again and nodded.

"This is it."

 

[Masume]

Sonya smiled at Jack. "I never did like cops and for some odd reason they never liked me."

"This is it."

Following instruction, something she wasn't always so good at. She pulled over to a little neighborhood that just screamed "WE SELL AND DO DRUGS" Good Lord; there were so many kids around. This was when middle-class; lower kiss...hell every kind of class above the "ghettos" could really see just how much they took their own life for granted. Sonya intensely hated seeing children brought up like this. She'd seen a helluva lot of it growing up. Surprisingly she stayed away from drugs. Her only drug was her fist and boy did she love using it.

"I have a feeling this wont be the last time we take a stroll around here."

Sonya paused in the hummer for a moment, removing her seatbelt. "Um do we make a plan or do we just barge in, guns...uh mace blazing? Which brings me to another question? Why don't we have guns I mean...drug dealer’s equal guns and...I'm rambling now aren't I?" Stopping she took a deep breath. It had nothing to do with nerves about catching the person it was more of not wanting to screw up and do it wrong. She wanted to impress Vic.

"I'm about to ask you something very weird. I just need you to relax me a little and I'll be fine. Since there is no physical attraction between us or anything and this is really incredibly unprofessional but...I need you to..." Sonya bit down on her lip resting her head against the headrest.

"I want you to kiss me."

 

[GuyValentine]

"Um do we make a plan or do we just barge in, guns...uh mace blazing? Which brings me to another question? Why don't we have guns I mean...drug dealer’s equal guns and...I'm rambling now aren't I?"

Jack smiled. He didn't figure this girl to get nervous, but it was her first day no one could be faulted. He frowned for a moment.

"You didn't get a gun back at the office?" Jack was worried for a moment, it was his tendency to always carry his gun, but that couldn't be expected from everyone. Jack thought for a moment then reached down to his ankle holster. He carried a wimpy revolver down there as a back up, it wasn't powerful but it would stop a drug dealer from stabbing you. He unholstered it and handed it over to Sonya.

"Consider it a welcome aboard gift." Jack said. He began to check his own gun, making sure it was loaded and ready to fire. He rarely had to fire it, but one could never be too safe.

Jack was about to get out of the car, ready to do the days work when Sonya began to speak again.

Since there is no physical attraction between us or anything and this is really incredibly unprofessional but...I need you to....kiss me."

Jack's first thought was "No physical attraction my ass" he found Sonya very appealing, although he'd never let her know that. But when she finished Jack was suprised....which didn't happen very often. Jack realized she was nervous and most people had their rituals to shaking the butterfly's. Sonya's was just peculiar. Jack reached up and removed his sunglasses.

"A kiss?" Jack asked, and Sonya began to respond appologetically, but Jack leaned over, his hand gently moving her face closer to his and he kissed her.

 

[Masume]

Sonya turned her head to face Jack and blow off her last words. They were meant to be taken as a joke but when she heard no laugh, she grew worried. His next set of movements set her teeth on edge. What was he doing? Wait, she knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to kiss her, right here right now. She was only kidding she didn’t think he would actually go through with it. Her mind was racing at dangerous speeds. She could hardly register herself enough to move away. Her mind was urging her to exit the car, walk away and not look back but she just sat there. Tense. Incredibly tense.

When his lips pressed against her own, her hands unwillingly slid possessively over his torso. Her hands desperately reached out for his body out and molded it against her with effortless expertise. She gasped at the contact of his muscled body and finally somewhere in the back of her mind she pressed the panic button and back away from him. Or did he back away from her? She wasn’t sure, her mind was so fogged up she could hardly see.

“I…I..was only kidding.” Again, her words failed to resolve her actions. This time she wasn’t lying, but she was unquestionably ignoring the fact that she was the one that pressed that kiss on further. For the love of God, she’d only met the man about an hour ago. She was already trying to get his tongue in her mouth. Thankfully, she stopped it before even that could happen. Or did he stop it…ugh such questions didn’t need answers. She had already done a great job of making the rest of her evening and possibly career achingly awkward.

“Sorry…” She whispered, taking this opportunity to jump out f the hummer, taking the gun with her. She quickly covered it, awkwardly placing it in a random holster. She didn’t even know she had a spare one. Rubbing her sweaty palms against her jeans, she felt around her pockets for any sign of her shades. She almost never left home without them. Leave it up to the one moment she wished she could conceal her eyes; she had left them at home.

Pushing through the entrance of the rickety fence. A group of men and women surrounded one of the old houses. Pulling out one of the “wanted” photos of their target. She dipped her head low, playing the cool act.

“Have any of you seen this woman?”

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

"So, who is this Sonya Scott, and why should I care? Is she the one tampering with Jerry's drug operation in Honolulu? The bounty hunter?" Kotuk demands from his agent in Hawaii.

"Yes, Comrade Leader. She is involved in something with Jack Ryan. She is a Canadian, oddly enough. What exactly she has to do with the whole Honolulu operation is hard to say. But this could get back to the Feds, and then to Ankara. And that is something that I know that you cannot permit. Perhaps you should sacrifice Jerry and his drug racket? We can always find more gangster to co-operate with us, sir," the loyal deputy tells his boss.

"NO! Not yet! We can not afford a reputation for cutting and running! No revolutionary ever got anywhere by cowardice and betrayal! These gangsters have to TRUST us, do you understand? We will still need them for a while even AFTER the Revolution! Instead, we will make a minimal effort to help Jerry. If it fails, we can say that we tried and wash our hands of the matter. But don't get overzealous. And don't start becoming too 'attached' to your enemy. Keep good surveillance, but let Mustafa do most of it. He doesn't like women, after all. He won't have your vulnerability there. And do NOT use our rape tactics this time! Is that clear? This isn't some imbecile gangster's mistress, wife, or daughter! This is a bounty hunter! She could become a loose end if you pull that shit. If you MUST fuck her, do it as a seductive, charming foreigner, not as a rapist. And use it to get useful INFO, not the BS you got from that Sheriff's daughter that one time! Is that understood?"

"Yes, Comrade Leader."

"Good. Now, get back to work, Suleiman!"

 

[GuyValentine]

“I…I..was only kidding.”

Jack shrugged, holstering his gun and slipping his sunglasses back on. The kiss had been electric and he had wanted to go farther, but the job was more important. He looked over at her and she looked ashamed of what had just transpired.

“Sorry…”

Jack smiled, laughing slightly. "Don't be, I'm not." Jack got out of the monstrous vehicle and looked around the shanty-town of a street and sighed. How could such a place exist in such a paradise. He watched as some kids ran the streets, in this neighboorhood they were probably drug mules. It really pissed Jack off knowing that these kids were being used for the corrupt drug dealers game. He scowled and went along with his business.

Jack followed Sonya over to the rickety fence and to the group clustered around the house. He looked over at her as she began flashing the photo around. Jack knew several of the men, having dealt with them in earlier experiences. He knew they would protect the women's whereabouts. He knew he would have to "persuade" them to give her up. He smiled as the group shook their heads at the photo. Jack looked at the beefiest man, wearing no shirt and disgusting dirty 80's beach shorts.

"Kapono, don't lie to her. Because if you do that means your lying to me, and you know how I hate it when people lie." Jack had extracted info from Kapono before. He was usually tight-lipped at the beginning but cracked under minimal pressure.

 

[Masume]

“Come on boys,” Her voice was husky and low. Work the female charm, druggie’s brain cells disengaged rapidly. Throw them a bone and they were all over it. Folding her arms, she shifted her weight from one foot to another. Taking a different attitude from her partner for the day. She decided not to intimidate but to reach some sort of agreement.

“Look you guys. We could easily bust you all for public use and selling of ice. Each of you have rap sheets a mile long. Koa here you’ve been busted and charged on six different occasions for selling drugs, Dakota here you’ve been charged with battery on your own mother and for public cocaine use, not to mention the fact that you just love to miss your court dates. I can take you all in right now and there isn’t a damn thing stopping me.”

Holding up the photo again, she looked Kapono dead in the eyes. “Take your time sweetheart. Now I’m going to ask you again. Have you seen this woman?”

Kapono shifted and shrugged his large shoulders. “She ain’t been here in a week lady. She only comes at night. You want to get her…then you wait/ If you want better company while you wait…we’ll be happy to lend a hand.”

Sonya smiled. “I’m sure you would.” Passing him the wanted poster, Chantelle spun around on her heel and walked back to the hummer leaning against it. “And that my friend is how you take care of Bid'ness. He may not call but at least they know that we’re watching.”

 

[GuyValentine]

Jack was impressed at how Sonya handled herself, using her feminine wiles. She exuded confindence and charm, not to mention seduction. Jack smirked as all the men of the group seemed suddenly chattier, the women just rolling their eyes. He was suprised, however, when Kapono took the picture. Jack thought he was made of tougher stuff than that.

Jack followed Sonya back to the car and leaned against it.

“And that my friend is how you take care of Bid'ness. He may not call but at least they know that we’re watching.”

Jack rolled his eyes, it bugged him that the Rookie's ploy had worked better than his own. Her first day on the job and she was already showing him up.
"Yeah yeah. If you'd left it to me I would have made SURE he would've called."

Jack looked at his watch, knowing that the women known as "Mara" wouldn't return until that night. "Well not much we can do here now, but wait for the call." He looked at Sonya "Now onto the incredible Hulk." Jack spoke of their second bail skipper. He moved around to the side of the car and climbed back into the gigantic vehicle. It still astounded him how such a small women could handle such a large car, but as long as she did handle it...it didn't matter.

 

[Masume]

Sonya slammed the door shut hard. She wasn't exactly a patient person. Waiting around here in the oversized hummer until nightfall would have been torture. Especially the sure to be awkward attempts at making small talk. She could still taste him on her lips and however much she tried to lick her lips and get rid of the taste of him she couldn't.

"So are we heading back to HQ? Or do we go straight ahead on this giant?" Sonya asked as she strapped herself into her seat. It was getting rather windy out and the normally sunny Hawaiian sky was starting to darken. It was going to rain. Any normal person would have groaned at this, but she didn't care. She opened her window a smidge and began to drive. At first when she purchased the hummer it was more of an ego boost than anything else. It cost her more bucks than a home, so for a few months she lived in it. Hell, it was big enough and her money was spent on educating herself.

 

[GuyValentine]

Jack stared out the window as they drove, "Better stop at HQ to get you a weapon better than that pea shooter." They rode in silence for most of the way back to Solitary Bonds. When they arrived Jack got out and walked back inside. He had to think of something to say to Sonya, to shift the vibe they were at. It was akward and Jack didn't like it. He was starting to wonder if kissing her was a mistake. It didn't feel like a mistake to him, but he could tell she was regretting it. Best to just leave things alone. Jack thought to himself.

Jack walked back to the office that was his and he sat down in the chair, unstrapping the best he had on. Jack set the vest aside and looked at the files on his desk. Most of them had been caught and punished, but there were a few that were harder to reach than others. He wouldn't let them get away though. He glanced at his watch and knew they should head out. He leaned back in his chair and saw the rain lightly pouring. He loved the Hawaiian rains. It could be raining but still 80 degree's outside. Jack looked at his phone and saw there were several messages. He knew who they'd be from and they were people he wanted to avoid.

Jack stood back up, strapping on his vest. He walked into Vic's office to check in before they headed out again. He knocked on the door, but entered without waiting for an answer, as was their custom. Jack set himself in the plush chair across from Vic.

"Well Vic, I'm impressed. She managed to handle Kapono Malaliki without even breaking a sweat. You found a good Agent."

 

[Masume]

Where had her head been? Some time between checking her equipment and changing her clothes, she had lost track of time. She hadn’t really changed much but her blouse. Opting for a more formal shirt that showed less cleavage. The only disadvantage was it hugged her large chest more tightly than the other did. But the vest was kind enough to cover that up. When it came to her looks she was anything but cocky, she knew she was good looking she just never flaunted it as much as others did. Unless the mood struck her. But after what happened earlier she wanted to tone things down. She wanted to be taken seriously and kissing Jack wasn’t going to help that.

Walking into his office, she looked at Vic first. Worried Jack may have told him about what happened. He turned to her smiling warmly, but her mind was fixated on something else. The way a man sat. Something about that. Something about the way Jack was sitting. Swaying back and forth confidently in the chair. The plush chair looked comfortable and he looked good in it. It was a fucking chair…and she was drooling. He was probably athletic too and athletic men had tons of endurance.

Clearing his throat, Vic tried to grab the attention of his daydreamer agent. “Jack tells me you did well on your first hunt. Keep that up and you’ll definitely fit in well here.”

“I did my best in the situation.” Chantelle replied honestly. She flicked her tongue along her lower lip, wetting it slowly. A somewhat seductive move, done completely in an innocent manner.

Chantelle nodded tearing her gaze away from Jack. She wasn’t in the mood to travel in her hummer again, it drew too much attention. Especially as it grew darker out from the pending rainstorm. Her nerves were shot so she wasn’t going to be driving again this time. She just wanted to sit back, relax, and get her mind on the topic at hand. Catching the badass and going home other vibrator. She was going to need an extra long session.

Extra, Extra long.

 

[GuyValentine]

Jack glanced over his shoulder as Sonya walked in, he noticed she changed her shirt and it flattered her nicely, hugging tightly in all the right places. Jack also noticed the way her tounge ran along her lip. He looked back to Vic. Jack had to focus, he couldn't keep acting like a horny highschool teen again. It was bad enough the first time. Jack looked at Vic.

"She's selling herself short, she did very well." Jack looked at Sonya. "Right?"
Jack stood and walked over to Sonya, looking back at Vic. "Were going to go follow up on Mara, and see if we can look into the body builder." Vic nodded and signaled them to leave. Jack nodded at Vic, "We'll be back with someone in custody." He waved to Vic as he walked out of the affluently adorned office.

He walked with Sonya out to the parking lot, "What say we take my baby for a spin this time?" Jack indicated the classic Camaro in the parking lot, "Trust me, she's an amazing ride." Jack said, walking closer to his pride and joy.

 

[Masume]

"I bet you are..." She breathed. Shutting her mouth closed her eyes followed as she sighed, tilting head to the side. "I didn't mean it to...come out that way." Wonderful, now she was losing her words around him. More than ever, she wanted to catch this Mara and let out some of her frustration. She eyed the care affecti0onaetly. If there was one thing, she was able to admire, other than Jack it was cars. And his was a beauty. Classic and stylish. She loved it.

"As long as I'm not driving." She said getting inside. Even the seats were comfy. Relaxing into it, she smiled to herself. Despite the hotness of her cheeks, an annoying chill was running up and down her spine. It was hard not to look at him and immediately think about sex and all things surrounding the topic. It was ridiculous, really it was. She was always so in control and now she felt like she was all over the place.

Normally she would want to discuss things, set some rules and follow them. but discussing the fact that she was attracted to a man she hardly wasn't her choice of fun chats. Maybe he wouldn't have been that great in bed, after all she kissed him more than he kissed her. One could gather hints as to how a man would perform in the bedroom from things as simple as how he moved his fingers, talked, licked his lips all that that good stuff. Right now Jack was earning major points.

Moving from the office to the car she had gotten a little bit wet, being so used to random weather back in Canada she hardly noticed. Feeling like she just had to see his reaction, she twisted around underneath the seatbelt.

"Damn, I'm all wet..."