Saber Warrior

Chapter Two

I awoke, kind of dazed in a hotel room bed. I could hear Bradshaw and Sage outside the door. Crawling out of bed I made my way to the door. I noticed I was wearing the same clothes as I was last night, someone took off my heels though. I pulled open the door and walked out to the main livingroom of our suite. Whenever we went on missions we always stayed at beautiful hotels.

"Oh look, sleeping beauty decided to grace us with her presence" said Bradshaw looking up at me from the folder he was reading.

Sage was leaning against the wall, staring blankly out the window. A haunting expression crossed his features and he glanced at me. I nodded my hello.

"What time is it?" I asked yawning as I walked over to the breakfast cart sitting beside the long dining table.

"Nine am, we leave in an hour" answered Bradshaw quickly packing away the papers he was reading.

"Wheres Edwards?" I asked smirking remembering last night he announced he was going to get laid.

"I don't know where that idiot is, as long as his ass is on the jet within the next hour" muttered Bradshaw as he stood up from his seat.

"Get ready" he said before leaving the hotel room.

I heard multiple footsteps outside the room and no doubt the other team members were getting ready.

Sage glanced out the window once more before turning and adrubtly leaving. See he doesn't seem very friendly or trustworthy. I felt something off about him.

I shoved a muffin in my mouth and gulped it down. Then I went to get ready. I took a quick shower getting the smells of humans and boozed off my skin. Then I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and my black cargo boots that someone had left in the bathroom. Putting on a black tank top and my leather jacket I left the room.

Walking down the long hallway I met up with Travis at the elevators.

"Hey did you have fun last night?" he asked frowning.

Luckily I don't get hangovers, ever. So I look as good as ever. Too bad I can't say the same thing for Travis. He was wearing blue jeans and a black pull over hoodie. Bags hung beneathe his eyes and he seemed to wobble as we went down. I smiled.

"Yes I did, so how bad does your head hurt?" I smirked.

He groaned, "it kills worse than a bitch."

I shook my head chuckling. I have worked with these men for years and they never cease to amaze me. They never learn from their stupid yet endless mistakes of hard partying, the repercussions the next day.

I walked with Travis to the SUVs and he split off, going toward another one. I tossed my bag into the open trunk and then I climbed in.

"Okay, lets go!" hollered Bradshaw climbing into the passanger seat.

Nate was driving and Bradshaw was talking through his walkie talkie to the other drivers. Checking who made it to the cars and who would be finding their own transportation. I chuckled when I heard Edwards hadn't reported in. The drive to the airport was short. We pulled up right beside the jet.

"Okay men, pack it up and in!" hollered Bradshaw grabbing his bag and walking up the stairs and into the jet.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag. I saw Travis stumble up the jet stairs and chuckled.

"Oh well look who made it!" shouted Marc, another team member.

I turned to see Edwards running toward us, his bag swinging in his hand and a taxi pulling away.