Author's Note- I've had this idea floating around in my head for a few weeks. This is lightly based upon Luba's "Dark Wisdom" series.

Second Note- The ages are the same as I usually do them.




I'm not a man of too many faces

The mask I wear is one

Those who speak know nothing

And find out to their cost

Like those who curse their luck in too many places

And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape of my heart



Pete yawned as he tried to focus on whatever Scicluna was saying. "Do we bore you, Wisdom?" Scicluna asked raising an eyebrow.

Pete blinked. "Just too bloody early."

"Whatever," the woman crossed her legs as she continued. "We need to get into the base. The problem is that their security is incredible."

"Therefore," Threadgold, her right-hand, continued, "we've found a few people who can help us." He brought out a folder and passed it to Scratch who thumbed through it before handing it to Shrine. Pete was the last one to get it and looked through it carefully.

"The girl's our best bet," Scicluna announced. "The boy is stronger."

"They were both trained by Logan," Pete said. "They ain't gonna go down easily."

"That's why we tranq her," Threadgold said. "Then we put her in a collar."

"She's a kid, an American kid," Pete pointed out. "If you kill her and the Yanks find out they ain't gonna be happy."

"We're well aware of that."

"And wot exactly are ya gonna do with her when you're done?"

"Keep her," Scicluna announced. "She'd be most useful."

"I call dibs," Scratch said with a grin.

"That's not fair!" Shine exclaimed.

"It's Pete's turn to 'train'," Scicluna pointed out. "She'll be yours, Wisdom." Pete was secretly relieved. He hated the thought of the sixteen- year-old girl being under Scratch's control.

"Fine," Pete said.

"I'm sending Threadgold and Shrine to pick her up," Scicluna said. She turned to the two. "I expect you to not harm her in any way until she gets here." She stood. "Meeting dismissed."

Pete stood and walked out his mind racing. She was too young to have to go through this. He had to do something.