Not watching the road....

While she slept, she could feel a warmth surrounding her body and then a lovely soft voice talking to her. It was nice feeling like this, even though she felt like this was just part of the dream she was in at the point in time. Which was her imagining herself as Snake Plissken in either Escape from New York or from LA. The story was a bit different as it was based around on a Island she had to infiltrate and take out a group of terrorists that was holding a military installations Staff where as the regular soldier/ grunts like herself, were all killed while they tried defending the place. In her hands was an M1911 .45 caliber handgun with a suppressor. Sneaking around like a special force member, it got the heart pumping hard deep in her chest which had her heart in real life thudding hard and a smile on her face. The feeling of the skin tight diving suit was exotic to her for it made it feel like another skin that brought forth different sensations to her skins senses. There was times she had used the .45 and times where she had to holster the gun and just use a knife to take a guard out to reach her objective. Of course there was where the hero of the film found that one person or people that falls for them and either sex scene happens or fades to black depending on the rating of the film. It was at which point she was learning the true plans of the terrorists when she felt her body shifting around a couple of sharp turns. By the motion her body was going, an S turn going up hill. Opening her eyes a bit, she saw that she was leaning against Sarah, by her seeing the dark clothing and the shape of Sarah’s figure. It was very lovely to see such a figure up against herself and even being held to her. Taking in a small in take of air through her nose, she smelled in Sarah’s scent. One that had the hint of sweat to her as if she had gotten done doing something that was a bit straining to her.

“Do you always talk to everyone you save from incidents like mine? Or am I a special case in some way Sarah?” Masumi asked as her head was still in the same position and looked like she was a sleep still. Moving her head back to rest on the cab. Her eyes opened up half way and slid to look at Sarah with a smile. Up a little ways, she heard the sound of a heavy diesel firing up and a truck moving and then stopping. Them in the Tundra had pulled up to the front of a mansion. Her eyes were amazed as she looked up at it. Then again, she was from a rich family. But the homes were designed differently. It was beautiful on how it was made. But when looking up, she saw another brunette who looked exactly like Sarah. Looking at Sarah and then at the person who looked exactly like her, she thought to herself. ‘I must have died and went to a special place in Heaven.’ Looking up, she saw a blonde replacing the must be Sarah’s sister or stunt double at the post on the terrace. As she slid herself to the by now open tailbed, a woman who looNative American came jogging out over towards them. “Oh, I see I’m not the only exotic here...I was starting to get worried for a sec.” Mercy would take one arm and wrap it around her shoulders along with someone else. They helped her up the stairs and straight for a bedroom that looked like it was prepared to butcher someone. “Well shit, if I’m going to die...at least allow me to get a shower, rest and a good lay?” The former nurse laughed a bit and said. “No, no, no...it’s not like that. I did that so Blood didn’t stain anything.” Masumi just raised an eyebrow and nodded her head a bit as they moved her into the room and onto the bed. The Native American shoed out everyone who came in and shut the door, then locked it. She wanted to give the injured lady privacy while she treated her. She had seen the dog tags and said to her. “Since I’ve seen you were in the military, you know the drill as to how this is going to go down.”

Masumi nodded her head as she undid her pants while Mercy undid her shoes. The pants, boots and socks came off and Masumi took off her tank top too. Sitting there, Mercy began to grab all her medical items and began to clean and bandage up the minor to moderate injuries that was across her torso in some areas such as her stomach, shoulder, at her ribs, ect. Once she got all the bloody things piled up, she took out two Aleve pills along with some water and gave it to the Japanese woman...which she had found out, she wasn’t fully woman...in a certain area. Masumi took the two blue pills and swallowed it with the water. The Asian slid under the blankets of the bed and curled up onto her side as sleep came upon her after a few moments of laying there. Grabbing everything, she came out of the room and said lightly to Sarah and Tamara. “She’s asleep now. Her injuries weren’t life threatening. So she will make a splendid recovery from it. Might leave some scars, know some people love seeing scars...or an inflated doll.” Then she made her way down the stairs.

Watching the Tundra pull on up and into the garage after she had hit the button to open it up again, she waited for Knoxville for a bit. After a bit of waiting, he had finally showed up and jumped into the passenger side seat. Shifting into first gear and releasing the E-brake, Danny drove the truck through the drive way and began to drive down the access road. For this trip, she had the music off as she had her high beams on. Going around each turn carefully since it was dark out. Coming onto the straight away, she saw the wreckage and the sight of scattered belongings across the ground leading up to said wreck. “Damn...looks like she had fun ice skating on the road.” Daniel said as they came rolling up. Turning the truck around and backing up, Danny put the break on and left the truck running. Climbing out, she walked down to the wrecked S-10 pickup truck that was half in and half out of the building and on its roof. Putting her hands on her hips, she shook her head slowly at the job she needed to get done. Walking around and climbing around and into the building. It would need for the truck to be pulled out, flipped onto its wheels and turned around. Sighing a bit, she made her way out. “Knoxville...can you grab all of her belongings that is close to us? We are going to be here for a while and since we are here, might as well grab as much of her things as we can so that she isn’t lacking her clothes or her personal supplies. So...get to it.” Going to her truck, she grabbed the heavy duty chains and wrapped the middle around the tow hitch. Taking the two hooks, she hooked them to the frame of the truck’s belly on the interior of the building. Pulling on the chains a few times testing to see if the hooks would stay for the time which showed they would. As she started to walk back to the driver side of her truck, she called out. “Knox, stand clear and stand back. If these chains break and your in the way...I don’t need to tell you what could happen if you find yourself in the way of a run away links.” Tapping the roof as she climbed into the dodge. Reving the engine a bit with black exhaust coming out the pipes, the female mechanic shifted into first gear and drove forward until the pickup stopped it for a moment. Since the Dodge was much heavier, the back tires dug into the ground and slowly began to pull the truck out of the hole in the building. Then the dodge stopped with it’s back tires spinning a bit. Growling a bit, she looked back with her mirrors and saw the Chevy starting to lift up and got snagged on the building.

Cursing could be heard as she started to punch the roof of her cab. Grabbing the steering wheel, she put her foot fully down. The back tires began digging harder and faster into the ground as the engine was starting to roar loudly as those outside the mansion could hear the strain the truck was being put through. When it came out, it caused her truck to rock a it as she had hit the break after a couple of feet. Sadly, she wasn’t wearing her seat belt. Danny bounced her head off of the steering wheel. Another wave of curses and insults came forth as she pressed her hands against her forehead. It wasn’t bleeding, but it did hurt like a son of a bitch. Looking back, she seen the hooks had popped off with the truck now laying on its passenger side. Taking the break off, she put her truck into reverse and bumped the Chevy to cause it to fall onto it’s wheels. “That’s two things done...” She mumbled to herself as she put it back on with it’s brake. Getting back out, Daniel picked up the hooks and walked over to the front of the wrecked Chevy the unknown person drove in with. Getting down on all fours, she took one hook and placed it onto the front of the frame. The other hook she placed it onto the axle. Climbing back into the dodge, she yelled out, “Knox! Let’s go! I got a warm bed that is calling my name....so get your panties back on and let’s go. We can get the rest when there is sun out.” When Knoxville loaded the things into her bed and climbed in, Danny took the break off and shifted it into first and put her foot on the gas. This was the time that Danny had to concentrate on her driving. One wrong turn, bump, ect, and the pickup goes back down the access road. It had taken her about twelve to sixteen minutes for her to drag the carcass of the truck up the hill and just outside of the garage. Turning her truck off finally, she let out an exhausted sigh while she sat there. Her nerves were all but shot as she laid her head back on the head rest. Opening the door, she slid out of her seat and slammed the door behind her. Stepping over to what looked like a war plagued victim, she unhooked her chains and tossed them into the bed of her truck. Eyeing it over, she saw that this thing was totaled. The frame was twisted in areas, cab nearly completely smashed in, the bed was bent, axles broken. Climbing back into her bed, she grabbed the bag of sand and tossed it over. Jumping over the side, she picked it up and began to pour the sand onto the ground underneath the Chevy S-10. Fluids were still pouring out as she just looked at the mess. “Damn....that driver was lucky to have survived this.”

shaking her head, she then looked up at the mansion and groaned. The thought of the stairs made her cringe a bit since she was tired and her head was now fully killing her with the pain pulsing throughout her skull and brain. So, she climbed into the bed of her dump pick up. Unhooking her bedrolls and pillows. Setting it all up, she kicked off her boots while making it comfy. Taking out some rags from her bucket, she wiped her hands of dirt and grime of her trade. Tossing them into the corner, she laid down with a groan. Her eyes looked up at the stars above in the night time sky. It was beautiful to look up at it. Thankfully it was summer and a summer cool breeze swept through the air. “Mmmm, it feels nice out here...sadly I couldn’t make it up to my bed....but I have to make do with what I got since I’m now aching all over.” Slowly, her eyes began to close as a lump began to form on her forehead from where she had hit on the steering wheel. Laying there, she fell asleep while pulling the covers over herself.

After getting everything set up for watching over Masumi, Tamara headed upstairs, eventually reaching the top-floor terrace where Hannah was waiting at, still watching the access road with the telescope. "Everything alright downstairs?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, everything's alright; Masumi - that's the name of our guest - is resting comfortably; Elise is watching her for a few hours, then Kelsey will watch her for a few hours, then Sarah will watch her..."

"And you?" Hannah asked quizzically.

Yawning, Tamara replied, "I am going to get some sleep; catch you in the morning," giving Hannah a fist-bump before heading inside and back downstairs, anxious to try and get some sleep. Rounding a corner, she entered one of the mansion's enormous living rooms and caught sight of Mercy sitting across the couch, reading a book and paying rapt attention to it. "Hey, sweets," Tamara said, gently lifting Mercy's legs up so that she could sit down, then gently setting them down across her thighs, "Everything alright?" her fingers lightly tracing little circles all over and along both of Mercy's calves and ankles as she sat there...

“Hey there to you too TamTam.” Leaning her head back against the arm rest of the couch, she looked up at the ceiling and stretched her arms back behind her head, arching her back a bit. Laying right again, she looked at Tamara again.

Tamara smiled and was about to say something when Mercy continued, her voice taking on a weary tone as she talked about not being able to reach her parents and all; moving over on the couch, Tamara gave Mercy as broad a comforting hug as she could, not saying anything but just simply listened to her, brushing a few hairs from the front of Mercy's face. She knew all too well what it felt like at times, something both her and Sarah Lyell had in common (though unlike Sarah, who made a theatrical production of coming out to their parents - rather than have it come out in TMZ or some other tabloid - Tamara had simply sat down with them, spoke her peace and let the chips fall...in both cases, the Parents Lyell accepted them for who and what they were - no more, no less).

Hearing Mercy's last bit about not wanting to change a thing, Tamara smiled broadly and pulled her close, whispering to her, "Neither would I, sweets," kissing her lightly on the lips as they sat there on the couch, "neither would I," resting her forehead on Mercy's as they sat there, not wanting to move.

Before she could say anything else, one of the roadies walked by, a couple cups of coffee in hand. "Hey ladies," Cooper, the band's speaker & sound maestro, said, "couple cups of java for both y'all," setting the steaming hot cups on the table near them and then stepping back out. Chuckling and shaking her head, Tamara whispered, "He must be in a good mood; normally he prefaces offers of coffee with something slightly obscene..."