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B.L.’s comments from the A Wild in Colbie group.

₪Daughter of the Rain and Snow₪ wrote: "Well, if you want any help, let me know :)"

Will do, thanks ;) xxx

I know, I'm thinking of revamping the group x

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(sooper dooper smarticles ;)

Once inside the main entrance Blue heads straight for the check in desk. He wants to get past security as soon as possible. This job in Germany is important. The one in New york that he was offered only yesterday is still on standby. If he didn't have Kara Blue would have already completed the Germany job and would be on his way to America by now. But he does have Kara, so that slows things down. He refuses to leave her, it's his shit that got her into this.

Blue and Prophet get the bags out the car. Blue flew for the first time when he was seveteen years old. It was his first international job, he'd been even more reckless and rough back then. Blue's cold front served him well in some ways, but in others it hindered him incapable of forming any normal kind of relationship. The only person he trusts in this world is Prophet, and he knows that isn't likely to change. Blue walks around the car to stand next to Kara,
"I've got your contact details and a new passport for you" he went out to get it whilst she was alseep in the safe house.
"I'll tell you more about your new identity, or at least your new identity for now, don't get too attached to it." The truth is at any moment they might need to dissapear again and change Kara's details once more. But he doesn't want to worry her about that. Blue starts walking towards the entrance, bag in hands, he gestures for her to follow.

Blue has no idea how to feel about her actual answer either. Prophet gives him another look and Blue fights the urge to hit him over the head.

Two hours later they arrive at the airport, Prophet parks close to the entrance. They'll be waiting around at the airport for longer than he's like, but getting a new flight would be even more risky. Blue has already cleaned the blood from his face and he'll have to change his t-shirt before going into the airport.

Prophet snorts out a laugh,
"Exactly. He's mental."
Blue flips him off,
"He was calling to offer to take you off my hands and take you into witness protection blah blah fucking blah. They're the same as everyone else, wants me to work for them, he'd use you the same as the rest of them. I hate him, but...we're completely different. He's the good special agent who works for the good of the country, and i'm the criminal who likes chaos and stealing. He hates me too." Prophet makes another sound of disagreement butBlue ignores him. Blue shrugs as if it's simple even though it really isn't. Afer a few moments silence he says,
"You got any complicated relationships?" Blue watches her carefully, not sure what he wants he answer to be.

Blue makes a disgruntled sound and gives Prophet another look that promises a slow and painful death. Prophet just snickers quietly from his seat and doesn't look away from the road. Having to explain who Tommy is...now THAT'S complicated.
"I said i'm really good at killing people. Not that i like it." If she asks if there's a difference he honestly would have no answer for her. He takes a deep breath, he hates Prophet for doing this to him. Blue looks away from Kara at first, then then his eyes flicker up to meet hers,
"Tommy and me...we...i hate him. We met because he was put on a case where i was involved. He's MI6, most of the time anyway. He was meant to either arrest me, or kill me if i fought back. I always fight. He went undecover with a crime boss i was doing jobs for at the time. We spent time together, spent most of the time fighting, both physically and otherwise. Then, when he found out who i really was, and i found out who HE really was, we did fight, for real that time. We were meant to kill each other. But somehow..we ended up...."
"They fucked" Prophet interjects. Blue sends another glare Prophet's way, but Prophet doesn't react.
Blue turns back to Kara,
"Anyway. Ever since then we've been playing the cat and mouse game with each other. I'll run and he'll come after me. He always does. He always swears he'll kill me, but we end up just like the first time. It's really complicated"
"It's really fucked up. Because you're a self destructive insane person. So's Tom" Prophet adds with a shake of his head.

Blue looks over at Prophet, but he is watching the road carefully, appearing to not be listening, but Blue knows he is really. Blue looks back over at Kara, his intense fire eyes pinning her with a gaze that makes most people wince. But Kara holds her ground, he can't decide if that makes her stupidly reckless or brave. probably a little of both. Blue considers her question carefully before answering,
"I'm really good at killing people. I like what i do. I like to steal, i like the danger and the thrill of it all. It's not that complicated"
Prophet makes a noise in the back of his throat and Blue can practically feel him rolling his eyes.
"I do it because the marines didn't want me anymore and it's hard to find a job where you can shoot people without it being illegal" Prophet says finally. Blue barks out a laugh, mostly because it really is true.
"Tell her about Tom" Prophet says with a smirk, earning a death glare from Blue.

Blue can see the questions in Kara's eyes, the confusion and even a little bit curiousity. He's been looked at like that by many peoplein his life. Even people in and around him who were doing the same type of work have given him that look. Mostly because Blue really is the best at what he does, and the main reason for that is because he loves it. He loves the thrill of it, not just the job itself but everything that comes with it. Blue likes moving around all the time. He likes being a problem for both the government and someone even the highest ranking criminals fear. For a normal person, he supposed it makes no sense, but there was never any life he wanted more than this one.
"Ask the questions Kara. I might even answer them" Blue says.

Prophet sticks close to Kara just like Blue said whilst also grabbing everything he thinks they might need. Once Kara has her stuff together he hussles her out of the house and into the car. Prophet throws bags into the back seat next to Kara and gets into the drivers side. Blue will want to go straight away.
"Come on you wanker, hurry the fuck up" Prophet murmurs to himself, Blue had better not get shot by some asshole special field agent. But the CIA and MI6 have are all over this one, as well as the Russian Sarka. And that's just the legal ones, let alone all the crime bosses that would love to get hold of Blue, or Kara. After a few agonising minutes Blue comes out of the woods, gun in hand, blood on his face. But the grim determination in his eyes as he gets into the car tells Prophet he came out on top against whoever he found. Prophet starts the car and sets off fast, wanting to put as much distance between them and that house as possible. After ten minutes he takes out Prophet's phone from his pocket, bastard pick pocketed Prophet AGAIN, he has no idea how he keeps doing that or even when he does it, and calls EE main office. When he hangs up Blue rests his head back against his seat for a few moments before he says to Prophet,
"There were five of them in the woods, idiots all grouped together, definitely hired merces. Took care of the bodies, EE will do the rest". Prophet just nods.
No one says anything for another ten minutes until Blue turns around in his seat to check on Kara. He meets her gaze, seeing the fear and also the strength within them,
"You alright Kara? We'll have to get out of here sooner than i thought. They've caught wind of you fast, especailly as both me and Prophet are protecting you now" Blue asks.
"I'd like to point out that i said this was a bad idea. I'm a special agent and an ex-marine. You're an assassin and a high class theif. We ain't bodyguards, or babysitters for that matter" Prophet drawls, but there isn't much heat behind the words.

Blue still holds her down for a few more moment before letting go and getting up. He reaches down and takes hold of her upper arm, hauling her up onto her feet with very little effort. Blue was always strong, even when he was young, since then he's only become stronger, faster, smarter and a hell of a lot more deadly.
"You did little better that time, but you're still holding back. Don't be afraid of hurting me Kara, and do not be afraid of hurting them. They've taken on worse than a teenage girl, alright. Because I-" Blue stops talking. He can feel something, a strange awareness that is screamin that a threat is close. He realises what it is moments before it's too late. He dives at Kara and takes her down. Three bullets are fired off the moment they hit the ground. It would have hit them had they been still standing. Blue uses his body to protect Kara from any other stray bullets and hopes to god Prophet is taking care of it. Another shot rings out and then silence. Blue waits a few more moments, then Prophet comes running outside, rifle in his hands,
"Fuck, Blue, you alright. Got the fucker, don't know if there's more."
Blue wastes no time and gets up, he pulls Kara up with him and turns to Prophet,
"I'll check the perimeter, and the woods out front, you take Kara and get her into the car. Now, we're leaving fucking now". He gives Kara a look before picking up his gun and running off back into the house. He knows Prophet will take care of Kara. He heads into the woods to take care of any other gun men.

Prophet gstures towards the house,
"Come on, luv, boss says we gotta go. Grab your stuff and lets get the fuck away from here."

An hour later and Blue is still going through some defensive moves with Kara. She's nt bad, although the girl is still very hesitant to hurt or even to fight back all that much. She is not at all at a level where she could take on even the least dangerous of the people after them. But that isn't her fault. Kara will be in a situation one day when she will have no choice but to fight dirty or die. The fight or flight instinct will kick in and Blue can't help but wonder which she'll choose in the end. With this new life she has chosen it isn't about if anymore, it's all about when. Prophet has gone inside to take a call and Blue has Kara pinned to the ground for about the hundreth time in the last hour. He's holding her in a way that doesn't hurt, but she'd have to break a few bones to get out the hold.

"Impressive Kara" Prophet says with a smile, he's now sitting down on a bench near Blue. He's lounging back like this is something he does every day. Blue knows Prophet does much worse and far more dangerous all the bloody time. His life is this. Weapons, death and danger, that's both their lives, has been since Blue was sixteen. Blue moves towards the post and puts another can on top. He could see how uncomfortable Kara was at having to shoot, she even closed her eyes. Blue supposes that is the difference between an ordinary person and someone like him. When Ble learnt to shoot, he didn't hesitate, he didn't feel uncomfortable, and he never shut his eyes. Now he never misses. Blue hands his gun to Prophet and then moves over to Kara, he takes her hand in his, and then takes the gun from her. Blue meets her gaze, his own eyes devoid of emotion, the walls of his secrets taking affect once again even as he says,
"I could teach you some defense moves instead. I'd rather you shoot Kara, i'm not going to lie, it would be much safer, but i won't force you". Blue would never force Kara into something that made her that uncomfortable. She's not a killer, good for her.

Blue grins, that part of his personality that feels so right holding a gun in his hand sparks to life. His pale eyes are burning with a lethal edge that has frightened grown men for as long as Blue can remember. Blue has fought off many a fellow killer or Assassin with just that one look alone.
"Go on, it's fun" Blue says, that glint still very alive in his gaze.
Prophet takes the next can and balances it on a wooden post that is sticking out of ground. It's closer than where Prophet was standing before and is lower. This will help considering the vast difference in height between Kara and Blue.
"Shoot, give it a go, you won't hit it, so don't even worry. Just get a feel for using the gun, alright, it can take a while for some people to get used to even just holding a gun, let alone shooting with it"

Both Prophet and Blue barely contain their laughter. Blue shakes his head, a smirk making it's way through. He runs a hand through his black hair before saying,
"You know what, i was joking, but fuck it, lets both shoot at Prophet, i do it allthe damn time"
Prophet rolls his eyes. Blue gestures for Kara to follow them outside. He takes out another gun from his and Prophets bag of weapons. Prophet picks up a couple of old cans and bottles from the bin for them to use. Once outside Prophet moves into the open space.
Prophet says to Blue,
"Remember that time in Japan when you and me did that job for the Norian Pendant, there was that big drugs bust and those-"
"Ninjas, yes, i remember" Blue intejects whilst setting th silencer up on his gun.
Prophet rolls his eyes again,
"Racist. Just because some Japanese people dress up in black and know some fancy Russian kajizu, you assume they're Ninjas"
Blue looks at Kara,
"They were Ninjas" he drawls to her, mostly to annoy Prophet.
"Fuck off Blue. Do you remember that you shot at me that day too, it was completely uncalled for"
"Not my fault you got in the way of the Ninja dickhead, next time leave the sword fighting at home"
Prophet moves further away into the open space and balances a can on his head.
"Jealous of my sword fighting skills star boy" teases Prophet.
Blue smirks dangeorusly, a lethal darkness enering his eyes. Without missing a beat he raises his gun and shoots the can off Prophet's head.
"Show off" mutters Prophet, but he smiles slightly.
Blue turns to Kara,
"You want a go?"

(Sorry been so busy lately x)

Blue looks over at Prophet, his blue fire eyes becoming more intense by the second. Everything has gone to shit in such a short amount of time, but he'll be damned if Kara dies because of him. These people are ruthless, whether they work for the Gouvernment or work for themselves. He should if they kill for the Gouvernent or kill for their crime boss. Bue arches an eyebrow at Kara and meets her unsure gaze. He offers the gun to her, holding the but of it out for her to take. Trust isn't in Blue's nature, but he's sure at this point Kara wouldn't be able to shoot him even at this close range. She has the killer instincts of a freakin baby Unicorn.
"Well, i could have you practice with Prophet, he likes to be shot at, gives him a little thrill. Sadistic bastard that he is" Blue looks over at Prophet again and smirks. Prophet's silver eyes flash with amusement,
"You know you love it too, baby", he winks at Kara jokingly.