Hard And Fast (Mature posts)

Natasha
I in the Air Force, I drove a f-22 raptor a fighter plane but got injured when an enemy shot me down so now I wasn't in the army now apparently I wasn't any good now, I just take fighter planes and any other type of plane for test runs, I didn't have anything to live for besides to serve my country and to make something of myself that I normally didn't have, I wanted discipline and some kind of moderation I was getting it all right I was fighting to be able to go back into the army where I was the best, I had lost my boyfriend almost fiance was killed in Iraq in a road side bombing.
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Rachel~
I storm into the bar. I didn't bother changing out of my suit, dark black and form fitting it didn't fit in here. I didn't give a damn. The stupid agency shunned me off because I wasn't good enough, though they knew dang well I was better than half the perverted guys that were in the agency. I scoff at the thought and sit down at a booth. I look around and notice everyone staring, I still had my pistols in their holders and my knife in my boot. "What are you looking at? Never seen a pis*sed CIA agent, that's a chic have you?" I snort and pull my reddish brown curly hair from my face. My hazel eyes burned with hatred as I sat farther back in my booth and waited for a waitor to serve me.
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Natasha
I walked into a club in my short mini skirt and tank top what showed a lot of my cleavledge (sp)

Rachel~
I look over quickly as someone enters the bar. I snort, seeing the tank top and shorts I knew she probably was either not in the military or wasn't anymore. Finally a waitor comes to my table and I order some Scotch and fries, hoping I would forget about the stupid CIA.