Back in town. (Open)

[Frank Castle]

Frank sighed and took a look around as he exited the Battle Van. His hand moved up to smooth the hair on the back of his head and lingered there awhile as he took in the view. It felt like he had been driving for days on end. Maybe he had been. A lot of it was a blur. Regardless, as he took in the view of the city at night, he realized how long it had been since he had been in town. He finished scanning his initial surroundings and moved to the sliding door of the van.

It slid open a little rough and he reminded himself that once he got settled into the safehouse that he would need to oil the wheels and the track. Having armor in the door made it hell on the parts keeping it together. He stepped up into the back of the van and looked around for a moment. He was surrounded by all his personal favorite weapons and a few he had because sometimes they were the only things that did the job. All in all, he traveled pretty light in the van. Light for him anyway. About standard for a squad of infantrymen.

He pulled down the bed attached to the wall and sat down on the edge of it. He wasn’t sure why he had put a bed in. Not like he hardly ever slept in it. Most nights he pushed himself till the job for the night was done and then curled up in one of his many safehouses. It had served decently as an operating table a time or twenty though. He pulled his 1911 pistol out of its thigh holster and dropped the magazine. Still fully loaded with one in the pipe. He must be more tired than he thought because he hadn’t known that for sure. Now that he was sure his sidearm was fully loaded, time to unpack.

He began checking the weapons as he brought them down off the walls of the van. Making sure everything was set up just how he liked it and all of them were ready to go at a moment’s notice. After passing his inspection, he placed them in a duffle bag to move them inside. He had plenty of weapons stashed inside the safehouse and didn’t really need to move these inside. He smiled as he thought to himself though, “But these are my favorites. Closest things I have to family these days.”

He finished packing everything up and zipped the dufflebag closed. Moving it to his left hand so that he could still get to his sidearm on his right, he stepped out of the back of the van and into the night. His hand reached into his pocket and found the remote to the van. With the press of a button, the door slid shut behind him, locked, and the windows tinted themselves so dark there was no way to see inside. If you didn’t know any better, you would have just thought the van was a random soccer mom’s ride parked in the alley.

Frank stepped away with the van to his rear as he moved toward the dumpster that hid the safehouse door. He had moved the dumpster there himself and anyone halfway smart would have looked at it and figured out there was no way for a garbage truck to even fit into this alley to pick it up. Regardless though, he was sure someone had used it enough since the last time he had been here that he would have to empty it and clean it out later. A dirty job but a small price to pay for good urban camouflage.
A cold breeze made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Even through the thick leather duster, he felt the chill. And something else too. That feeling in his gut that told him he had a set of eyes on his back. He cursed himself for not scanning his surroundings when he had stepped back outside of the van. He had to hope that the eyes on his back were just that and not eyes looking at him through the scope of a rifle.

He knew better. Anyone could have found this place since last he had been here and had just been waiting for him. Obviously they hadn’t gone inside of the place or it would have been leveled. But that didn’t mean they hadn’t found the door. His ears perked up and he began to scan around him as he kept moving towards the door. He was out in the open halfway between the Battle Van and the safehouse. The very worst place to find himself. His hand crept towards his pistol as he took an inventory in his head of how many rounds he had for everything in the bag. As he quietly unsnapped the strap holding the pistol in place, he felt more than heard the air behind him split meaning someone had just hopped down behind him.

He drew his pistol as he spun, dropping the bag to the ground, and moving into a crouch to fire from. His pistol was already moving where the average person’s head would be and his finger was already squeezing the slack out of the trigger. As his eyes focused on his target and let the sights on the pistol go blurry, he noticed for the first time who it actually was. What he did not know however was whether or not this meeting was going to be a happy one or if later he would be cursing himself for not applying the slightest bit more pressure to the trigger that would have caused the pistol to do what it was made to do.

[Jubilation Lee/Wondra]

Wondra had been patrolling all night. The wee hours of the morning light crept over the highest roofs of the city as she made her way across them. She was exhausted. Three fires, two car accidents and four homicides. Well almost homicides anyways. She always seemed to just walk into the situation just as it was starting to get violent, but more often then not it was only getting that way for the aggressor. She smiled under her mask and goggles, thankful that she hadn't worn the stealth suit. "The goggles just clash with it.", she thought with a chuckle to herself as she continued.

The sun beamed over head slowly creeping up higher in the distance. She ran toward the west, south west. Downtown, on the West side. Right before the city starts to look like a crime ridden slum that it really is. She was looking for an alley, one she had been to several times before. In another life where this place was a safe place for her and a "friend". Well if it's an alley, there are many of them in this city. Many dark places where even darker things lurk in the shadows awaiting their moment to strike at their prey. This one was different, this one was special and this one was a smart yet obvious hide out.

She continued running as fast as her legs and the suit would carry her. Her chest heaved as her breathing labored. Her right gauntlet blinked. An led of red then green then a pulse of steady red. "Shit. The moment I stop, I'm gonna collapse.", she thought. Her body reading by the suit's biosensor was bad. "I guess I did get clipped during that last car accident." Black ice in this city aimed to claim three different families last night, families Wondra saved but at a price. This alley was the closest place she could get to and the only place that wasn't going to turn her in to the cops once she got there.

Thirty feet above the city streets she began to slow down. The eerily familiar sound of heavy armor and metal screeching and scratching together crept into her ears. She pressed her fingers to the side of her face. The sound amplifier she had commissioned for the mask was crap. Never again would she let another person work on this suit without her standing over them. But it gave her the confirmation she needed with sounds. Heavy armor and metal it was and only ONE person she knew with that kind of stuff at hand who would be in this area was not going to be happy to see her dropping in on him like this.

"I wish I had a better option.", she whispered to herself as she allowed her body to propel itself over the side of the last building into the alley. She landed right behind Frank Castle. The one man you don't go trying to play a prank on or jump out from behind him to get a fright out of him. Cause then you'll get a bullet in your face. Knowing this though, she allowed herself to fall right out of his gun's range. Right leg straight out against the concrete, left foot to it in a half crouch half split; both hands on the pavement before her. Her head down. She held her breath. Pain swept her face from under the mask. "Their all broken.", she muttered as she looked up at him.

"Good morning Frank.", she cooed softly enough that he'd know it to be a woman and not shoot her on site. Even though he had good reason to.

[Frank Castle]

Frank stared down the sights of his pistol at this armored individual. The cool morning air bit at the back of his neck and reminded him it was still winter. He suppressed a shiver as it would cause the sights to shake and throw his aim off. The one flickering light in the alley wasn't going to cooperate long enough for him to get a positive ID. He was going to have to run off of different specs in his head from his files. The suit seemed like Stark tech. He had seen enough of it over the years to realize Tony's flair that seemed to make it's way into everything he made. Like a technological signature. That didn't for sure make this a good guy or a bad guy. Plenty of people had gotten their hands on Stark's technology over the years and turned it to their own uses. Plus even if it was one of the good guys, this might be one of the ones trying to make a name for themselves by finally being the one to bring him in.

ok. Going to have to do an ID based on behavior. Well, they weren't stupid. They had dropped in right outside of the range of his pistol. Well, that would have been true if he was using rounds off the shelf. He had made these rounds himself though and had added a little extra "oomph" to them. It helped give them a bit better range but up close, it would take a man's arm off if it managed to hit bone. He figured they wouldn't punch through the armor since they were hollow points but whoever was inside would feel like they just got pimp slapped by the Hulk. It would at least give him enough time to retrieve something heavier out of his bag.

They didn't act like military. Anyone they had spent this much money on to suit up would have opened up on him at first sight and tried to finish him before the fight ever started. They wouldn't have landed and then waited for the fight. Same thing with mercs and most of the scum out there in the world. Could have been one of the so called "super villains" of the world or even some punk gangbanger with good connections. They would do it so they could see the look on his face and then try to gloat him to death before the actual fight started. Couldn't be law enforcement either. He would have gotten wind of that before he came back into town and they wouldn't be here alone. And their backup, most likely a sniper, would have started firing as soon as he had made a move for his pistol.

There was too much about this though that was left open to chance. And as calculating as he was, Frank didn't like leaving things up to chance.

He didn't know for sure who this person was. Or even if it was a person inside of all of that or not. But outside of trying to get the drop on him, this person hadn't done anything wrong that he was aware of. He didn't know for sure that they were one of the guilty ones. The ones who needed to be punished. Then the voice made it's way to his ears. A female voice and one that was familiar. But just because this person had once been a friend, that didn't mean he was dropping the pistol just yet. Frank had had alot of friends over the years. And most of them ended up turning on him. Trying to kill him. Thoughts of Microchip floated through his brain for a bit before he shoved the past back into the past where it belonged.

"Something I can help you with or did you just want to see how many hits that armor could take, Jubilee? I'm assuming your not here because you were in the area and thought we could catch up over a cup of coffee."

[Jubilation Lee/Wondra]

"Indefinitely not Chichi.", she said with a smirk that could be felt under her mask as the winter winds cut about her. Her gauntlet blinked the failure of the devices as it was shutting down. "Hopefully, he won't hit me or shoot me dead in the street.", she thought as she slowly inched her way up. His gun trained to her every move, totally anticipated but not settling considering what their past was like.

Her lungs heaved. She could hear the silent to everyone but her alarms of danger and warning as the suit continued to fail. The cold began to nip at her and she realized that at the very least her ribs weren't broken on the left side but the ones on the right were in fact shattered. The suit's failing would only cause them to shift and it was a matter of time before one piece, one fragment floated away from the scene of her injury and cause her more damage. "I don't think I can survive another punctured organ...", the thought rolled through her mind as she fought dizziness to stand.

Finally at her feet, her eyes widened under yellow goggled lenses. Her, now eye to eye with the screaming mouth of one of Frank's oldest 'friends'. Her disadvantages yelped bounds as well. For anyone looking at this site would have thought Castle mad for pulling a gun out on a child. Even in the suit with it's re enforced steel toed and soled boots; Wondra well, Jubilee stood at 5'4". Nowhere NEAR the height of The Punisher. Her eyes usually meet squarely at his core muscles.

She tipped her head up and took one step closer to him. Slowly she lifted her left hand toward her face and took off her goggles. 'FAILURE.....Bzzzzz.....WARNING.....', rang in her ears from the suits biosensors finally crapping out. She dare not take off her mask for the cold air would creep it's way into her lungs and reek havoc on her chest. She then lifted her left hand, now clutching her goggles as if to show her unarmed, as if she was surrendering to Frank.

"Listen, I didn't think you'd be here and I didn't think you'd mind. Much...", she said slowly as she took another step toward him and allowed the gun to touch her forehead, right square in the third eye area. A perfect kill shot, even with the armor on if he so chose to take it. "I'm not here to fight you. I just want access into the clubhouse. So don't go all He-man woman hater on me Frank.", She said as the faint taste of blood was in her mouth.

[Frank Castle]

As she moved closer, the one blinking streetlight actually began to do a halfway decent job. It flickered on for a few seconds at a time before blinking out again and Frank could see that the suit was failing. Red lights were never a good thing when it came to electronics. Never good anywhere really unless the word "district" was attached to the tail of it. Plus she seemed to really be struggling to make even the smallest of movements.

As she put the barrel of the pistol to her head and pleaded with him, Frank had already made his mind up. If she had come here to try to take him out, she wouldn't have come in busted up armor. Not to mention it would take a hell of an information network to have even known he was coming back into town to begin with. He hadn't had any "work" in town yet that would have announced his arrival back into town. Plus there was the whole "submitting herself to having her head turned into a canoe" thing.

And anyway, if this was a trap, it was a good one. A old friend needing help. And a woman at that. If Frank had a soft side, this would be the way to appeal to it. But Frank was good to. And if and when this trap was sprung, he could deal with it then.

He clicked the safety back on the fourty five and slide it back into the holster on his thigh. "You always did have a dramatic flair." Frank watched her grand moment begin to break down as the suit really began to fail. He watched her starting to collapse and he threw his arms out to catch her. Even in the suit, Jubilee was more like carrying a child around than an adult. Even with her in his arms, he could bend down and pick his dufflebag up off the ground.

He turned and began to head for the dumpster that concealed the door. "You know, if you wanted to stop by, you could have just called ahead. All that technology wrapped around your whole body and you don't have a phone in there? A way to send email? You couldn't "twit" or whatever?" Frank's foot slid behind the rear corner of the dumpster and pressed a foot switch on the ground causing it to swing out. Then he shifted Jubilee's weight so he could get his hand out and punch in that month's code on the keypad.

This month's code was his son's birthday. Really, the sting had gone out of things like that anymore. The date didn't hold any special significance. The only date that did matter anymore was the day they died. But surrounding himself with little reminders of why he had dedicated his life to this mission was good for the brain anytime it starts to doubt itself.

He stepped over the tripwire to the claymore inside the door and heard the deal seal shut again behind him as well as the dumpster swing back into place. The motion sensor lights clicked on and flickered as the bright white fluorescent lighting came to life. Frank laid her down on a solid steel operating table. He had been feeling how shallow her breathing had been as he carried her and knew that somewhere inside she was busted up. "Can you get out of that thing yourself or should I go get a can opener from the kitchen?"

[Jubilation Lee/Wondra]

Jubilee lifted her head off the cold steel of the table. She braced body's weight on her elbows. Now that they were inside, she could remove her mask. Jubilee lifted her left arm, she grunted as her weight shifted onto her right side as she pulled her mask off. It dangled attached at the back of the head to the neck of the suit. Her right cheekbone was bruised and the swelling started to shut her eye up. The suit kept her from having her injuries take over her. Being in the safe house with Frank, she knew he'd take care of her. She knew he wouldn't turn her in. But she also knew that he hates her kind of work and that could cost her a hole in the heart. Not like he didn't put one there already.

The pain of her lungs made her gasp. "Come near me with any kitchen utensils and I'll turn you into Punisher Surprise.", she scoffs as she fell back onto the table. THUNK...CREEEACK.... Her body made a horrible noise. Her torso slamming into the steel. Her right shoulder breaking. She gagged and coughed. Blood sputtered out from behind her teeth. Thick, irony, maroon it ran from the corner of her lip down her chin. She lifted her left arm again. This time bringing her hand to her neck, she pulled the zipper down. It slid down passed her rib cage, opening up the suit as it went. She decompressed. Her chest looked like it had caved in on the right side.

Jubilee coughed again, this time as she motioned for Frank's help. "I need the gauntlets removed. Do not. I repeat DO NOT cut this suit. I know you have a lot at your disposal. But please, don't screw with this suit. I like what I do.", she whispered. The smell of old drying blood was on her lips. She licked them, her tongue still red with the sticky thickness. With stained teeth, she smiled at Frank. She knew she could rest here and she needed to. Perhaps it was a good thing that even though she almost bit the bullet, that Frank was here. God know if she hadn't met with him here her injuries were severe enough that she wouldn't have been able to take care of herself. Or even move the dumpster to get in. Another dead cape in the streets. Cliche.

Jubilee lifted her left hand and placed it in Frank's. She twisted her wrist to show him where the locks for the gauntlets are located. Two locks. One at the wrist and one at the forearm's base. A small touch screen the size of her thumb was next to the one on the top. "Place your thumb there.", she said. "Warning... Unauthorized user... Warning", the gauntlets both began to sound. "Manual autho code; Chichi.", Jubilee managed to exhale the words slowly. "Permissions granted. Welcome home Frank."

"Sorry about that. I have the suit set that only two people can get me out of it. You and Logan. I don't want to be buried in this thing, you know?", She said as her left eyebrow shot up. Jubilee winked at Frank. He still looked the same to her. Disapproving and moody. She wanted to laugh, but the sound only escaped as a wince. Screwed up and hurt was an understatement. She had been working for eight days straight. She had only been out of the suit once in that time. She needed to shower and change suits. She wasn't careless, but the more time she spent in the suits the less time she had to worry if she was or was going to get hurt. She had been in more than a hundred fights in that crime fighting binge. She got hit and caught off guard a lot in that time. She slept very little too. Doing this had become a way to cope with stuff. But obviously it wasn't the greatest type of therapy.

[Frank Castle]

Frank looked her injuries over with a disapproving frown as he made his way around the table.

"Yeah. You really look like you could do anything other than bleed all over me right now."

He tried to assess which injuries were the worst and wear to start on fixing her up as best he could. Countless times of fixing himself up and all the medical classes from his Spec Ops days in The Nam flooded through his head. Luckily he had studied quite a bit of anatomy over the years. Funny little subject. It can be used equally for healing someone up or for making sure they die from the damage you inflict.

He let her guide his hand and she cleared him to open the suit. If it were even possible, he frowned even more as he discovered the suit's unlock code for him was "Chichi".

"There is no way Logan puts up with this cutesy nickname crap."

He would deal with that later though. His methodical mind focused on what needed to be done right now and that was making sure he didn't have to haul her body out of here later.He pulled out a pad of paper and started to list them.

1. Swollen eye, not life threatening. It'll heal on it's own.
2.Right shoulder appears separated. Pop it back in once she passes out.
3. Blood coming from mouth, coughing and gagging. Probably internal bleeding.

Frank paused from writing for a moment and let his hand rest by her neck. He found her collarbone on her right side and moved down a certain amount before moving his other hand with the pen forward and marking the spot his fingers had found. Without a word and barely looking up from the notepad, he jabbed a large needle into her chest above her right breast. He pulled the needle out and left the thin plastic tube that had been around it sticking out.

"Don't touch that. It's helping the air get back into the lung that's trying to collapse. Should make it easier to breath and talk in a second."

Without another word he went back to assessing her injuries and writing down on his list.

3. Blood coming from mouth, coughing and gagging. Probably internal bleeding. Needle chest decompression begun. Need to drain fluid from lung and sew up if possible.
4. Broken ribs on right side. One of them is probably the cause of the punctured lung. Work on setting them back into place after removing from lung.
5. Minor cuts and minor/major bruises throughout the body. Nothing life threatening. Will heal in time.
6. Once suit cracked open, scent escaped. Bathing badly needed. She's on her own for that one.

Listed in order or priority, 3, 4, 2, 6, 1/5

"Ok, Kid. Let's work on getting you fixed up. I'm going to do what I can and I think I can take care of everything here. The pain is going to make you pass out and from what I can tell, you would pass out from exhaustion soon anyway. If you wake up in the hospital though, your lung was punctured worse than I could fix. Your suit will be here and your smart enough to check your armband they'll have you wearing to see what name I checked you in under. I'll check in on you there from time to time if it comes to that. For future reference though, you have been told you could try dodging stuff coming at you in the future to prevent stuff like this, right?"

Frank waited with a smirk on his face while he watched her search for a smartass response in her head to his question. And right as she was starting to form the beginning of a word, he took that as the best time to pop the shoulder back into socket. As he watched her eyes roll back into her head from the pain and then slowly close, he knew she was going to be out for awhile.

He grabbed everything he was going to need and began to go to work. Cutting into her side by the broken ribs and going into her lung that way would at least cut down on the number of cuts he would have to make and the scars she would have later. He found the broken rib fragment that had punctured her lung and was relieved to see it was only a small puncture. It was something he could easily stitch up and it would heal on it's own. He drained the blood and fluid from her lung as well. He covered the end of the tube with his finger to make sure her lung would hold air on it's own now and there was no other holes. Once that seemed to go fine as well, he went ahead and pulled that from her chest and stuck some gauze over it. The biggest threat and the thing that could have killed her was over with.

He went to work setting the ribs as well as could be done while he still had her open. If she was lucky, they would heal themselves just fine. If not, he was sure she would managed to break em again and she would have a second chance. He went about taping her ribs all the way around for two reasons. One, it helped hold the gauze and stitches on from the big slit he had cut into her side. And two, while hospitals rarely taped ribs anymore, they were also dealing with people that when they have broken ribs will actually take it easy. He knew she was too stubborn to actually give the ribs time to heal on their own so taping them would at least give them a better chance at staying in place while she went about her "extra curricular activities". Now with everything he could do already done, there was nothing left to do now but wait for her to wake up.

Frank went back by the door and picked up the dufflebag he had dropped as he had made his way in. He carried it over to his "work bench" and turned on the overhead lighting. Very bright white lights clicked on that would have blinded anyone not ready for them. But they were a huge time saver when it came to cleaning and working on all of the smaller parts of all his assorted firearms. All the spaces and pegs on the wall were already full. This was one of his more permanent safehouses and so it stayed fully stocked. He went about stacking all his additional weapons from the Battle Van on the bench so he could go over them later. If nothing else, he knew it was time for some maintenance on the M-4 magazines.

He looked back over his shoulder at the girl passed out on his operating table. She'd be out for some time still. And even once she did wake up, she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Even if she tried, the painkillers he had given her while she was out would keep her down until he said so. And if not, he'd just push more until she did go back down. She was going to take it easy until he said otherwise. He let out a sigh and looked back to his workbench. He reached down and picked up one of the M-4 mags and started ejecting the rounds so he could work on the magazine. No time like the present. He did smirk though as a thought crossed his mind and his voice floated out into the room.

"I really need to talk to my realtor."

[Jubilation Lee/Wondra]

"About what?", Jubilee answered slowly as she tried to sit herself up on the operating table. She could breathe, talking was a whole lot easier and she was for lack of a better phrase in one piece. Frank took care of her like he always did. She sighed, exhaling slowly. Her right side still throbbing with pain. With a tiny bit of momentum, she sat up completely and hung her legs off the side of the table.

Jubilee looked down at the floor. She felt a bit dizzy, probably from all the blood loss. Her mind was fuzzy trying to search and grasp at the last few hours of her being down here but everything was darkness and grunting. All she can really remember is still fuzzy, blurred or muffled like she was watching a movie underwater. She could see the mess of items used to fix her up still strewn across the floor. Needles, tape, gauze, a clap... God he had to do a lot of work. She lifted her head slowly and leaned her weight to get her feet on the ground. She stood up. Slow and wobbly like.

"You cut off my bra?" She said as she looked at it in pieces on the floor. Her chest taped and bound, from her neck down to her belly button. She kicked off her boots and pulled the rest of her suit off her body. She stood there, under the harsh glow of the florescent lights naked except for her undies staring at the back of Frank's head. She shrugged. Her shoulder felt so much better. Earlier she was sure she'd lose the arm if she couldn't get it back in. She stretched, slowly and not too much. The feeling the stitches rubbing up against her bandages was a bit annoying and painful.

"Frank. Can I shower with this crap on... I kinda need it. And unless you magically got a tub in here somehow from the last time I was here.... I'd say I'm gonna need a bit of help....", her words trailed off as she began to look around. She picked up her suit and the gauntlets from off the floor and the smaller metal table next to the operating one respectively. She walked the items over to a wall with lockers. There was always an empty one and she shoved her suit into it. Hooking it on the locker's inside and placing her gauntlets on the shelf on the inside of it as well. She walked over to the table, this time bending to pick up her boots. She tossed those in the locker and turned toward Frank...

"So..."

[Frank Castle]

Frank heard Jubilee's weak voice from behind him as he finished cleaning off the firing pin of the M-4 he had been working on. He started to put it all back together. This was something he enjoyed doing in his quiet time. Almost like meditation for him. And one thing was for sure. With Jubilee around, there wasn't going to be anymore quiet time.

"About how every costume in this city seems to know where I operate out of. Every single time I hole up somewhere, someone comes knocking on the door. I might as well put a doorbell in and wait for the girl scouts to come around to sell me some cookies."

He continued to assemble the weapon as he spoke. Years of doing this same thing over and over, first in the Corp and then on his personal mission, made it muscle memory. He didn't even really have to pay attention. He heard one of his lockers open and things being slung in there.

"And anyway, you said not to cut the suit. You didn't say anything about the bra. I don't get why you need one anyway. That suit seems full of bells and whistles. You telling me with all it can do it still can't lift and separate?"

Frank finished putting the weapon together and laid it down on his workbench. He spun around in the chair to finish addressing her questions and was caught by surprise. Something that didn't happen very often.

"Aaaaand your naked... Of course."

Frank muttered and stood up. He made his way to the bathroom and flicked the light on. He grabbed a towel from the rack and came back out, tossing the towel across the room to her.

"But yes. You can shower with those on. Going to take longer to dry than your skin obviously, but I wouldn't take those off for about a week. Your ribs are going to need time to set and all that tape is what's holding them in place. But I agree. You do kinda need a shower. And while I still don't have a tub, I'll throw one of my chairs in there so you can sit down. With your luck, you'd pass out and bust your head open on the faucet and then I'd have to fix that too. Your a big girl though. You should be just fine showering on your own. Your mobility should be fine with your shoulder back in socket. And besides, do I really look like the guy that's gonna come loofah your back?"

Frank raised an eyebrow and smirked as he finished his question and then started picking up everything from the multiple surgeries. He had left it out in case he needed it again but she looked like she was going to be just fine in time.

"I could use some chow though. If your hungry, I'll cook something while your in there."

[Jubilation Lee/Wondra]

Jubilee wrapped the towel around her neck like a boxer in a prize fight. "What?", she said with a smirk to his naked comment. "You act like you ain't never seen a nude chick before." She bent over again, this time she picked up the broken pieces of her bra. She sighed as she tossed them in the trash.

Jubilee's head shook as she looked around the safe house for a moment. He had changed some things... And others he had kept the same. Like his work bench and his operating table were always in the same room. But were Frank kept the medical supplies was now closer to the table as opposed to the bathroom. She sighed again and she walked back over to the lockers. In the furthest corner, wedged between lockers and the wall was an ammunition chest. Jubilee bent down and opened it and lifted out the false bottom that was covered with grenades and claymore parts.

Her stuff was still at the bottom. "Wonderful.", she thought as she lifted out a Jubi sized pair of pants, socks, underwear and a tight tank top. "Shit, i never put another bra in here...", she snickered as she pulled out a medium cosmetics bag filled with ladies survival gear. "Nice to know you still care Chichi.", she said as she started walking toward the shower. She was actually really happy despite the reason they were there together alone... Dieing was not on her list of things to do just yet. She could feel her body slowly getting back to something close to normal. "This tape will be off in a day...", she thought as she went into the bathroom. Before she hopped in the shower, she poked her head back out. "So you're cooking? Or do you want me when I exit the shower?"

[aden]

Really I've need to learn about it.