2 Pistols and a Hoodie (a R6S fanfiction)

Chapter 4: (Not So) Warm Welcome, cont.

<Katrina's POV>

Welp... here goes nothing...

Wait, the door's open. Might as well make myself at home. I go in, and I see a beautiful German girl with no clothes on whatsoever. We just stare at each other, then I say, "Uh... hi, I guess?" She just screams, grabs some clothes, and locks herself in the toilet, with me profusely saying sorry over and over again.

After what seems like an eternity of embarrassment, she comes out, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and face flushed red with anger. "Tell me, in 10 words, why I shouldn't kill you." (IQ) "The door was open." "You're lying." "Check the cams." "Alright, fine, I'm not gonna argue. Name's Monika, or IQ." She extends her hand for a handshake. I accept it. "Katrina, codename Wraith. Sorry about that." "Oh never mind that. Must've been Bandit messing with the locks again..." I absentmindedly look around her dorm, and I see a weird, bulky watch. Like someone installed an iPhone onto a Ben 10 Omnitrix. I pick it up, and IQ snatches it from me. "Don't mess with my Spectre. I'm trying to fix it." "Sorry." 

Just then, a guy runs in, yoinks the Spectre away from IQ, and runs for his life, with IQ in hot pursuit, yelling, "GIVE IT BACK DOM, OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE BOSAKS!" Well, looks like I'll have to make myself at home. I plonk down my stuff, take out my laptop, make myself comfy, and go to xQc's live stream. 

<Jyn's POV>

I could've just knocked, but me being the trickster that I am, I decided to knock on Buck's door, hide, then jumpscare him. That's how I ended up on his couch with an ice pack and a bruised chin. 

"Sorry aboot that." (Buck) "Nah it's okay." "Hey, I have to meet up with Six. You need anything, just help yourself, eh?" "Yeah sure."

After he left, I finally couldn't hold it in, and laughed out loud. What was that Canadian accent? Looks like the memes were accurate enough... Might as well get comfy. Ooh, is that a PS4? Lemme see... GTA Online, Call of Duty... f**k it, why not?

<Bess's POV>

I knocked on Nokk's door. I was expecting a Danish girl, not someone wearing a fishnet. "Hi, I'm Bess." "Nokk. Come in." I entered the door, and was assaulted by the smell of lasagne. "Make yourself at home," Nokk said while standing in front of a stove. "Nice cubby hole." "Thanks. I have a lot of time for my own, cause I don't really like socializing." "Introverted much?" "Yeah, you could say that I guess." 

A few awkward minutes passed with Nokk messing around in the kitchen and me cleaning my revolver. "Alright, lasagne's done. You want some?" "Yeah sure," I say, helping Nokk clear the table. Nokk plonks a plate of lasagne onto the table, and we help each other to a slice. "Man this is really good! You cook all the time?""Yeah, you learn to cook when you live on your own." "No s**t Sherlock..." "I heard that." Welp... that was dumb.

<Cheng's POV>

I knock on Mute's door. He isn't here, but I find an envelope taped to the door. 

"Cheng, today's my day off with the SAS guys, so you can let yourself in. My key's in the envelope. Just make yourself at home. You're welcome.

Mute"

Well, that was thoughtful of him. I open the door, and find a cozy dorm. I put down my stuff, unpack them, and remember my little project. Well, let's just say that the room reeked of soldering iron afterwards. 

<Han's POV>

Let's see... Ying... Lesion... The Bosaks, here!

"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Just let me in before this turns into a knock-knock joke." 

The door opens, and I see two Polish girls. One looks like the older sibling, and the younger one has her hair cut in a bob and dyed green. "You're Hans?" "What do you think?" "Zofia let him in!" "Thanks Ela." I go in, and see a messy dorm, but that's what happens when 2 sisters share one. Now, with me, it's gonna be even more chaotic. 

"Hello, anyone home?" "Oh, were you saying something?" "I was saying, don't be bothered by Zofia, she's always been strict." "Pierdolic." As the two sisters argued, I plonked down my stuff, left a note, and left. The note said: Gone to firing range, brb. 

Was that too rude of me? I don't fucking know, I've never been good at socializing anyways... I just hope Zofia doesn't kill me for being rude... I think Grace just said something about not pissing off the Bosaks during lunch... Oh well. Guess I'll find out when I find out.

<T.J's POV>

So this is the FBI's turf... now which door was it? Pulse... Thermite... Castle... Ash. Ah here! I knock, and someone yells, "Go away! I'm busy!" (of course we know who this is) "So you're just gonna let me stand here until you're not busy?" "Fine, gimme a few seconds." The door opens to reveal a gorgeous brunette. "Uh, hey." "Come in. Make yourself at home." I plonk down my bags onto the floor of the tidy dorm, and start unpacking. 

Someone knocks at the door, and Ash goes to answer it. I take another proper look at her dorm. There are photos of her with her family, as well as her with the FBI squad. Ash is still talking with this guy with a French accent. I take out my own selfie with the rest of Blackjack, and let it carry me into my memories...

"So, what made you join Blackjack?" "AHH JESUS! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?" "A minute or two. You guys look happy in this photo, I can't believe you're mercenaries." "Yeah, life's funny..." "You haven't answered my question yet." "Oh, it all started when..." After that, we just talked about life.

Intros are over (finally!). Next up, you'll get some combat, but it's mostly Blackjack whupping Rainbow's ass.