Opposites Attract (The Losers/Jake Jensen fanfictoin)

Chapter One

Just a quick author's note before I start the chapter, I get the dialogue by watching the movie and listening to what their saying. Sometimes, I can't pick out or I can't understand something being said, so if there's anything that's wrong with the dialogue and stuff, please let me know in the comments and I'll fix it.

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*Bolivia*

There's a lot of things I can handle. Danger, I can handle. Men, I can definitely handle. Pooch's driving? I can't handle. When Pooch drives it's like being thrown around in the back of a van with no seat belts on. When Pooch drives, I have car sickness and I fear for my life.

Clay was sitting in the front seat, looking at our target on his tablet. Jensen, Roque, Cougar and I were squished together in the back.

Clay brought up a picture on the tablet and lifted it to show us.

"Alright, we got a drug and arms dealer by the name of Fadhil running a homegrown terrorist assembly line down by the river base," he explained. "We find it, we paint it for a laser target bomb, we get the hell out. No muss, no fuss."

"For that, they need us?" Roque asked. He didn't look overly excited for this mission.

"Would you rather take on 50 dudes with AKs?" Pooch asked.

Roque gave Pooch a look that made Pooch laugh. Roque groaned and put his head back against the seat and covered his eyes.

Soon enough, we arrived to the base. Pooch came to a stop and we all jumped out. The men changed into their gear, but I didn't. I stayed in my tank top and short shorts and reached into the back of the vehicle to grab my trusty ol' pistol.

"You're going like that?"

I turned to see Jensen raising an eyebrow at me. I sighed and stuck my pistol down the side of my shorts, where I usually kept it.

"Stop acting like my father. I'll be fine," I told him.

"Oh, no doubt," Jensen said. "But I think it would be a lot safer if you changed."

This made me a lot angrier. I glared at Jensen and said, "And I think you should shut up."

I could see the hurt in Jensen's eyes when I said that. I bit my lip and sighed in guilt, but I moved past him anyways. I grabbed a pair of binoculars from Roque and looked down at the sight.

"Alright, I got eyes on Monsieur Fadhil," Roque stated.

"Paint it," Clay instructed.

"Show time, fellas."

"Just call me Michelangelo," Pooch said as he painted the sight.

"Drop kick," Jensen said into the com to our mission control. "This is Pinball requesting fire admission. The target is lazed and you're clear to make a run from North to South. Over."

"Roger, Pinball. Target acquired and locked," a man over the com said.

"Roger. We'll break out the ear plugs."

I raised my binoculars to look at the sight. A truck was pulling in. I noticed some bodies sitting in the back of the truck. Tiny bodies. The bodies of children.

"Oh shit," I cursed.

"What is it?" Clay asked.

"You may wanna take a look at this."

I passed Clay my binoculars so he could see what I was seeing. He looked at the sight before turning to look at the rest of The Losers.

"They're using kids as mules," he stated. "Call it in."