The Forgotten Elite

Ace woke but didn’t open his eyes, he wasn’t in the hanger bay any more, but in a bed. ‘Who moved me?’ he wondered. Deciding that he wouldn’t learn anything by just lying there he slowly rolled out of the bed and stretched. Suddenly he became aware of someone behind him, without thinking he spun around grabbing the person's arm, he drug the figure out of the chair and threw him to the floor face down. He twisted the arm he had around and up to the owners shoulder blades, dropping a knee to the small of the figures back, he drew a small throwing dagger from it's hidden sheath under his sleeve he pressed the blade up under the forms chin against his neck.

“Are you going to kill me Ace?” came a smooth voice that wasn’t a bit scared but more of one that was full of pain. A voice that caused Ace to pause, and to become a statue as he peered through the darkness at the form that was beneath him.

“Aisha?!?!” the pilot dropped the knife and retreated to a corner and sat on his heel, forehead pressed to the floor with his tail tucked underneath him between his legs, a position only assumed when one was in great shame and offered one's life to correct the error, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” He repeated over and over quietly. Aisha picked up the knife and, after looking at it thoughtfully, placed it on her nightstand, walking over to Ace she sat down next to him and reached out to touch his shoulder but he shied away from the touch.

“It’s ok Ace I forgive you really I do,” she said worriedly.

“But I-I-I almost...” he looked up to the knife than planted his forehead back to the floor, “I don’t deserve to be your body guard. Mistakes like that get the wrong people killed.” He couldn't bring him self to tell her that a mistake like this got you killed in training for the Elites, their training was very...relistic. He shuddered as he remembered watching his 1st roommate bleed to death, cut down by the very person who had been trying to save him in a mock hostage situation.

Aisha, never one for this kind of talk, put her hands on the side of his head and lifted it, forcing him to look right into her eyes, “Don’t say that got it?” She didn’t get a reply other than his eyes looking away. ‘That’s it,’ Aisha thought, ‘this could cause problems but I need, no I want to do this.’ She pulled Ace close and kissed him firmly on the mouth, as surprised as he was, he responded the way any man instinctively would when kissed by the girl he was attracted to, by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a deeper kiss.

Their hands had just begun to wander when the door suddenly opened and Gene ran in saying, “Aisha we’ve got to...go?” he stopped dead upon seeing the 2 attempting to untangle them selves, “OK who ever you are you got 5 seconds to give me a good reason not to shoot you,” he yelled pulling his gun and aiming at Ace’s heart, he didn’t even bother to count, his finger was already tightening on the trigger.

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Ace-I just want to restate that I hate people.
Shadow-Dumb-asses at work?
Ace-Yea, I'm gonna put a bullet in their heads.
Shadow-Just don't get caught.