It was really shaping up to be one of those days. Not just a bad day, but an astronomical bad day. Trixie was quickly deciding that she really didn’t like Tacoma, Washington.  Ducking into the garage and actually making the amateur mistake of disturbing an object, a very metallic and noisy object, was a fucking disgrace for the Ranger. She sat quietly listening and watching for any retaliation from the shady shop. Mechanical parts and junk littered the walls and the floor. A treasure trove for Trixie needing some gas and supplies. It was seemingly uninhabited for the first few seconds before after she cursed until eyes caught movement behind a hanging tarp.<br/><br/>She rotated her knife in a position ready to throw the sharp-edged weapon at any attackers, her other hand touching the gun strapped to her thigh, undoing the clasp, and ready for quick draw. The blonde really, really, didn’t want to shoot anything inside the Haven. Soldiers would swarm like fucking fire ants to her location. Soft and nervous questions of an older gentlemen graced the Soldier’s ears as her potential enemy revealed himself. An Arab cultured man with grease stained clothes and peaceful gestures spoke a mouthful to her in fast but reasonable tones.<br/><br/>He was reading this whole situation wrong! She wasn’t here to kill him, maybe rob him a bit, but the Soldier wasn’t into killing the innocent or unarmed. It also sounded like he really didn’t freaking enjoy this little plot of sunshine called a Haven. “Wait. Calm down. I’m not here to hurt you… I merely have questions and am needi-” Steady hands went to sheathe her knife and her pistol touching fingers went to rise away from metal death in a placating gesture.  She continued to speak until two doors burst open; interrupting and startling the Army Officer and the older man too. Two men entered, both speaking a tad too loudly and pausing midspeech like she had when spying her and Abdul.<br/><br/>“Sorry to barge in, but I want to ask… Oh shit. I, uh, I'll-"<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not done with you...."<br/><br/>Eyes widened and Trixie released a tiny, nervous ‘eep’ as she spun on the balls of her feet from a nervous trained tick. Drawing her Beretta to aim at the newcomer with her right hand while the left pointed her knife at Cain’s crotch whom just entered behind her. She was practically whiplashing her head between the three. This was becoming quite the standoff… A very ridiculous, almost comedic, standoff.<br/><br/>Trixie looked between each man, pretty much all of them were in ‘I surrender’ poses. Eyes glared up at Cain as he released a smartass comment in what must have been his attempt to ease tension.<br/><br/>"Well, if I knew we were visiting someone I would have put on some clean pants." Speaking as if they were partners or a couple made the blonde grind her teeth.<br/><br/>“Why did you shit them after our little adventure?” She growled tapping the blade against his thigh. She had to be careful with this one. He probably had the skills to disarm her.<br/><br/>A sheepish smirk at their banter made the woman groan in acceptance. She swallowed a frog in her throat, making the decision to take a chance with these three despite her better judgments. Savage stood, taking a few steps away from Cain so she stand between him and Abdul with a clear sight of Aaron. Sheathing and haltering both her weapons, the chaos-starter also raised her hands into the air with open palms to mimic everyone else. “Let’s all just calm down here. Things are getting out of hand and we have one big fucking misunderstanding.”<br/><br/>Her eyes looked to Abdul and she bowed her head a little. “I’m Captain Savage from the Army Rangers. I used to be a Guard Captain at another Haven. You can see my Guard’s barcode behind my ear.” Carefully she brushed back some hair to show the tattoo before casting a glance at Cain. “I infiltrated with this man here, whom I just met in the sewers so feel free to shoot him for being suspicious, so I could gather some supplies and information. I don’t want to hurt anyone!” She then pointed an accusatory finger at Aaron. “And for the shithead whom just came barging through your front entrance like he owns this place… Well, I am in no way affiliated with him either.”<br/><br/>Stormy orbs glanced at a metal workshop table and she pointed with her foot. “So if it is okay with the Mr. Muhammad, whom I’d really like to not scream for the Guards here because they just sound so awesome, why don’t we all just sit down? Peaceful like.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">MEANWHILE…..</span></span><br/><br/>Godfrey lay on the hood of the tan Humvee. The old school one with a modified engine and gas tank. This was one of Trixie’s other babies besides her weapons and slobbering freak. His stomach was cramping not from hunger, no he filled that shit with one of Trixie’s disgusting MRE food packets, but from pure terror. “Please, please hurry back…” He whined into the forest canopy.<br/><br/>The rottie resting its large head on his thigh seemed to whine in agreement.