“This is a bunch of fackin’ wank” Storm said as she stood up and struggled to get the aches and pains out of her body, after all she had plenty of old war wounds to deal with.<br/><br/>“ Listen Princess and Missy Rabbit.” Storm wiped her nose and then pinched the top of her nose. “We are goin’ ta ‘ave ta work tagevver on this.” Storm had worked in many a unit and they had to be a team. Whatever they thought about each other,  “Blaady ‘ell I need a drink.”<br/><br/>The scarred woman turned to the others in the room, the look on her face could either have been a smile or a sneer it was hard to tell with scar across her face. “First thing …we need to get samfing ta defend our fackin’ honour.” That made her chuckle as she searched for a bit of wood that would work fpr that job.<br/><br/>“Then I’ll ‘ave a look through the trap door and you two ‘ide. See I need ta get annaver ta match this one.” Storm tapped the scar on her face. Her eyes had a very distant hard look, of one that had seen too much. “Then maybe we could do down…if we cant get out that way...” It was only then the mark was noticed by the woman. “Well we are either owned or samone is ‘avin’ a right old bloody laugh. Either way I reckon they will be meetin’ me fuckin'  fist.”<br/>