I sigh deeply, tucking my hair into a bandanna in the style of Rosie the Riveter - a woman I only know about thanks to my late uncle, an eccentric antiques collector. A woman who lived over a century ago, whose face stares stonily at me from a faded yellow poster. She looks nothing like me, but the determined set of her jaw is something I recognize, both in myself and in Ashe. I look away from the brunette on my wall and lace up my boots, pulling them too tight, as usual. We've received an anonymous tip about a military train heading through our lands, a mile west of the border to the Coyote Territories, and Ashe wants me and Miguel Estravados to scout ahead before we proceed with our ambush plan.
The three of us have arranged to meet at the entrance to Headquarters both prior to and after my and Miguel's return, and I'm beginning to feel a little nervous for some reason. What if something goes wrong and it's all my fault? Sure, it's never happened before, but there's a first time for everything - and I realize all of a sudden why I'm feeling so jittery. Ashe. I've always had a bit of a thing for her, really, ever since she found me in the charred ruins of Papa's bookstore. I remember that night as clearly as if it had been yesterday...
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Vintage Roses
FanfictionWhen Ashe goes out in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than a quiet smoke and some privacy, she finds herself a new recruit. Could this unlikely gang member be all she really needs?
