The Willow-Wen and The Bear

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The habitat of these beautiful sirens wasn't a plain jane warehouse; it was rigged with top of the line security cameras as well as traditional jester masks and brightly covered scarfs. Not to their surprise there wasn't any photos of them hanging nor any signs of any feminine touch other then their homeland decorations, but Barney Ross focused on the squeaky clean interior. The floors shiny, walls perfectly painted, not a speck of dust to be found in any surface, and mostly none of the men could find it lived in. Just as they grew impatience and slightly claustrophobic in the entrance way, what they thought was a wall slid open; The Expendables continued through the building till they say a huge open Bay Area. It was nothing like the room they were just in besides the clean factor; it was painted a dark grey with a deep red accent design, matching furniture, and excitement flooded through even Barney Ross at the large television screen which was playing Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends; tiny laughter sounded over the colorful show. Four of the men looked shocked at the sound, but the blonde giant felt a small tickle in his gut when he heard the little girl. As they stood there debating if they should continue or stay there, answers became clear when the figure of very clear woman's figure dressed in a one shoulder black shirt with grey leggings. Most of the men held back the will to whistle when they saw the look of strong emotion cross Gunnar's face. The bouncing curls turned to meet the men with no sense of any feeling; her grasped tightened on the bowl she held in on hand and the lidded cup in the other.

"We are early." Barney stated plainly.

"Clearly."

She continued her path to the large recliner, shielding the little girl from the large strangers behind her. Barney and Gunnar watched careful. They studied her every moment and the way she talked to the child. Once returning to the men, the one they knew as Romy lead the way for them to follow. The sway of her widened hips; the view of her well rounded rump made all the men's pants feel slightly uncomfortably tight in the wrong areas. Especially Gunnar Jensen as he remembered that one night. The hallways as they walked faded grey to purple as they saw many open doors above them, beside them, and in front of them.

"Each of these many storage unit have been converted into bedrooms, mine is closest to the surveillance room as well as Nila's. Her room is strictly off limits where she is none of you are to be; she shouldn't be subjected to your barbaric ways. I have written your names on the metal plates. Barney Ross your room is on the top floor across from Riley's; Gunnar Jensen is in the connecting room of mine. The rest is has been made clear." She never looked back as she spoke, making her accent slightly hard to understand; " I have rules. My sister and I have worked hard to make this place home. You are grown men I expect you to clean up after yourselves and respect my home. As you see it, is how it is to be left. Let's make one thing very clear; no one. I mean no one is to enter my weaponry or surveillance room without my permission." Her tone cold and very down grading for the first time they have heard.

The door before them had a gold plate with Romanian writing across it. She looked over her shoulder analyzing their every express before opening the door, but it didn't have a door knob. It slid open without the slightest sound; " This is why you need my services. "

She stepped into the room with twelve feet behind her, their awe grew as they saw the weapons on metal racks, blue prints of new weapons with each of their names on them hanging on the wall, and the huge wall of surveillance room along with a very nice computer system before it.

"Individually I will take your measurements, reach, arm span, strength, and how quick your draw is. The rest can wait in the rec. room with my sister; down the hall can't miss it. The order in which I will start is on the wall above you if you can read then you shall know who starts this process. " She commanded, walking to sit in front of the computer screens.

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