Ole Eagle Eye (not so)Mini Series
Ole Eagle Eye: Trial By Combat
Ole Eagle Eye 3/?
Fandom:Original
Author:flamekaat/caffeinatedink/Retalissa
Feedback: Yes Please
Beta: Wanted!
©Melissa Wright 2011
Lorraine never failed to take her own advice either. She sat next to Ole Eagle Eye until he had come around to surface level consciousness. His eyes were steely firm and glowing magma ember bright. Normally they were just eagle colored yellow gold, or bright polished unnatural brass looking if he was a bit miffed or had his feathers ruffled a time to many recently. Magma heat was saved for battles the likes of which she had only seen once or twice and had not hoped to see again.
She waited until he had set whatever intel his senses and nanites had gathered down in the easily accessed corners of his brain, then she spoke.
“Hey there ole bird.”
“Hey back at you baby bird.”
He had probably heard what she had said about holding the people you love and living just long enough to regret it if you didn’t take every opportunity to hold them. He would also know it was true. Once and only once had she ever told him what had happened in those horrid few hours before he had found her shivering form hidden in an unobtrusive closet in the embassy where her parents had become finished targets.
She had a screaming fight with them over her grades, which had slid a point during her extended visit to her uncle’s place. It was a stupid thing to fight over, especially when your parents would be dead hours later, but that had been what the argument was all about. She had been an ignorant and spoiled brat back then. She had not had any inkling of what possibilities hung like blades over her future. Still she had learned the truth of what she had shared with her new acquaintance for absolute personally experienced fact.
He extended his massively muscled arms and she slid into them without any of the fear any sane person would feel in her place. She was probably one of the three living beings on this or any of the inhabited worlds that would be utterly safe from Ole Eagle Eye, even should he be in a towering rage. She hoped to never see that either. He held her close and the fragrance of a hunter born bred trained and refined filled her nose. To her it was the smell of home, of safety, of security and surety. It was a scent made up of gun oils, the sharp tang of edged metal, the burnt powder scent of discharged firearms, and a pure soap smell.
The last was the plain old fashioned bar soap he used to wash his person from crown of head to balls of feet each day at about four thirty in the morning. Rarely was the time much different, and his shower always lasted ten minutes or less. Discipline from some other time when he had been one of many who needed the facilities and had not the time to lag about under hot water still carried over from his past and affected how he behaved currently.
She wrapped herself in that smell and in every memory she could find either inconsequential or dominant of Ole Eagle Eye. Each one made her smile even the ones that had hurt or wounded somehow when they were made. For each thing that had hurt her that had come from him she forgave him. She lay each one incident down beside her in her mind and one of the one eyed ladies kicked the item out of sight into the darkness.
The Eyeless ones were watching this all go down. She knew it. She could always feel the sensation of their gaze on her skin like the level of heat in a desert climate when you step out into it the first time. It felt like a person could be certain that it would burn them in a few minutes if they didn’t find shelter, skin tingling in warning all the while. She gazed back and met all seven sets of eyes, even the six empty pairs that looked like blank sockets, without any hesitation or fear. She wondered if the eyeless ones knew it? Did they know that she trusted them as much as her one eyed ladies and as much as the original Ole Eagle Eye?
Their brief smiles, the smiles so out of place on the faces of the stone cold killer spirits of her dear old bird, indicated that if they did not know before they knew now just as they knew she could see them clearly as she saw her own ladies. Then their faces went grim once again and the rose to their feet with their mortal host. Eagle eye helped her to stand. He did not even need to voice it. The tingle of threat down her spine was cold and burning at the same time, it was as if she had locked eyes with a wild predator intent on eating her. Lorraine’s face settled into the absolutely uninvolved mask that told everyone she wasn’t in the least moved by being required to kill.
The sound of helicopters in the night air became clear at last to those few ready to fight who did not have nanite enhanced hearing. Her blood was pumping hard and six voices were whispering in her ears exactly how she should kill each and every foe. Lorraine leaped out a window ahead of the assassin called Law, and was gone into the night.
Gunfire, rapid and repeating, it was an automatic rifle of some kind. Swearing. The shooter’s target had just vanished. The shooter was not very disciplined. After all, to even make a snort of derision, was to give away the fact that whatever trick the enemy had just used worked perfectly in getting them out of your sights. Then their was no sound at all, except for a large object falling to the wet grass. That one was dead, taken out as another hunter’s target. She had best move on to the next enemy before that one too was claimed.
Lorraine watched in amusement as Jennifer used her new armor and then stabbed a man in the eye. Normally you would want a trainee so new that she was practically a non combatant far away, as in sniper rifle or farther away. Sal had thrown her in the deep end to sink or swim whichever way that fate ended up turning the wheels. She had not failed, and she had not even dropped the knife or let the body carry it away to the ground with its fall. Despite her gentle nature she obviously could hold it together fairly well. By how white her face was though, Lorraine would bet that she would find a minute to be violently sick in the next little while.
As she hurried away to seek her own prey she heard the sounds of retching. Her bet would have been a fairly sound one then. Amused but not in a way that would cause her to mock the new girl later, Lorraine disappeared around one of the spa’s outbuildings.
Finally a mercenary no one else was stalking. This one looked enhanced, both cyberneticly and most likely loaded with nanotechnology. He was also rock hard muscle and built even more like a tank then the assassin called by that name among Ole Eagle Eye’s former project crew mates. She decided that she would bait him. Who knew. Perhaps this one’s target was even herself?
His grin told her all that she needed to know about who his target was. Her, or at least any rich lady he could lay hands on here at the spa. Not just with intent to capture but to have a bit of fun with them before he maybe gave them back or maybe snapped their necks. This amused her. He might be strong and he might be enhanced ridiculously but he had neglected his mental and hand to eye coordination training. She was quicker even with her minimal ordinary abilities trained as they were by the best of the best.
He was bleeding from dozens of slices, some more deep then others, ordinarily the nanites inside him would cauterize his wounds in a way and then begin mending the damage almost instantly but the electricity coursing through her blade had disoriented them and driven them away from the damaged flesh for the moment. If she could land enough cuts and maybe even some stab wounds she could bleed him out while his nanites soared around his system in utter confusion.
The altered mercenary was dead on the ground and she was forty yards south southwest of the spot where she had left his body. Three more ordinary attackers had not even lasted half as long. Lorraine felt like she was on an illegal drug high. Everything was sharper, clearer, more detailed then the ordinary hum drum existence of a corporate power house that she lived on the daily. Taking the fight to her enemies was not what she was normally allowed to do. Another reason to adore her daddy bird. He would never sit on her as her security agents did. He had no desires that would end up restraining her or holding her back at all. What he wanted and what she offered in return was so simple it could almost be called pure.
Ole Eagle Eye watched from a perch high up on a roof as his little bird wandered around in a big arc of death. They all underestimated her so badly. It was hilarious how swiftly their target took them out. She had not dropped into the normal hunters trance but had instead gone almost all the way into the hunter mentality. She had released the beast within and was reveling in the demise of her opponents. Ole Eagle eye and all six of the eyeless ones grinned ferally, their features twisted into an expression that was part lust, part killing joy, and part adoration.
All these things she invoked in him in blends that he had no idea were possible before he became so aware of her. Now that he knew her for a woman and not a child he was amused in some ways at the ridiculous amount of “feelings” he held for his little bird. Things he was sure were as dead as his lost family resurfaced and tripped him up in so many ways.
Discipline held though, but only just by the smallest of margins. Would it free him of this debilitating need if he sank into her for just a while like he wanted to, or would it only sink him deeper into a permanent disability of the mind? Ole Eagle Eye did not have the answer for his own questions at the moment so he decided that it was time to proceed on his own hunts and leave philosophy and base physical yearnings for more calm moments in his life.
He was satisfied with his kill count. He could sense very little in the way of allied injuries and the deaths of their enemies were a legion. The satisfaction of the eyeless ones was deep and bone tinglingly pleasant. They too could read what his senses granted him by way of knowledge and were especially pleased with the little bird’s high kill count. Only himself and the one called Saber had higher kill counts. That disgraced the others who walked the same path including Salamander and Dragon, both of whom would not be pleased to be outdone by an unaltered Board Room Princess. The idea of how wrathful they would be over it pleased Ole Eagle Eye immensely.
The little bird met him at the edge of the outbuildings of the spa facility. She had no blood on her save for what had bled from a small scratch on her left forearm. It had scabbed over a few minutes ago. It was shallow enough that it would also leave no mark after a few days had passed or even sooner under nanite assistance at the nearest clinic to have them.
He was displeased to see it however small. It spoiled what had been an otherwise perfect situation. She saw what he was glaring at and shrugged it off as unimportant. So he chose to scowl at her instead.
“I didn’t even feel it Daddy Bird. Its more minor then my last motocross injury. You know that better then anyone.”
“Should not of happened. I need to train you more. One day every week at least, no exceptions.”
Lorraine accepted this without question or complaint. She knew she would not live long enough to be as good as Ole Eagle Eye himself, but she also knew that being better then she was at present would result in her living at least a bit longer. She wanted to live long enough to find out what the eyeless ones were so amused at. If they were laughing then it was big trouble.
The heat in his eyes was distracting, but she sensed it just in the nick of time. Blood and bits of bone and tissue flowered out from the gunshot wound to her left shoulder a moment later. She had used the limb in question to shove him out of the way without any of her normal gentleness towards him. Otherwise it would have been a spine shot on him instead. It would not have been fatal but he would be much longer in recovering from it then was safe at the moment.
She was falling towards a hard meeting with the ground. Lorraine knew this but her gun was still out and firing in the exact direction of the gunman who had felled her.
“FUCK! My SHOULDER!”
Eagle eye knew that Lorraine was well trained enough by him that she would not swear about being wounded unless she thought the one who gave her the wound was dead. It also boosted her kill count up and over Saber's and even with his own.
“Its a mess little bird.”
“I know Daddy bird.”
“At least a week of nanite therapy and some physical therapy on top of it. Can she afford the time?”
“No.”
Eagle eye knew what was needed right on the spot. Though she could afford the nicest, neatest, and most efficient non mil spec nanites on the market without even shuffling a zero on her bank balance the little one had many assassins out after her and more would be coming soon enough. The time for recovery was still too long. Only one set of nanites present on site had a chance of repairing her so she could be capable of self defense in time.
He turned over his right hand and bit into the meat of his palm under the thumb. He then pressed the bleeding wound over the damaged part of her shoulder, causing Lorraine to keen aloud. The shoulder had been reduced to meat and gore. He held it together with his grip despite the great amount of pain it caused her. She stayed conscious when others would have fainted a minute into the transfer.
“Field transfers are nasty business Ole E. She is going to be pissed when all the consequences come down.”
“She will be alive to be mad. That is the important part about this transfer.”
Salamander stared back at him as if he had no idea who he was. Ole Eagle Eye wondered at that himself.
~*~
Lorraine knew what the Ancient Killer she wanted so badly was about to do just as soon as he decided it. She also knew it was going to suck. Later as well as now. Later politics and ownership rights would come into play. Right now it just hurt...a lot.
The only sign of any injuries when Ole Eagle Eye removed his hand was the spatter of gore and torn clothes where the entry point had been. The flesh under it was somewhat paler then the surrounding tissue but that corrected as they watched. She could see through his eyes now. It was freakish and strange. The nanite transmissions were precise but the differences in height and the enhanced sight which she did not have yet were odd to Lorraine.
“You will be all right now Little Bird. My nanites are fast becoming Your nanites. Soon you will be fully enhanced and then you will find that your line is much less likely to end fatally then it was before.”
She had almost forgotten. Grinning, she leaped up off the ground and followed the rest of the assassins of the delta project back in to the spa. There would be parts of her new future that sucked, but some would be utterly splendid!
Ole Eagle Eye 3/?
Fandom:Original
Author:flamekaat/caffeinatedink/Retalissa
Feedback: Yes Please
Beta: Wanted!
©Melissa Wright 2011
Lorraine never failed to take her own advice either. She sat next to Ole Eagle Eye until he had come around to surface level consciousness. His eyes were steely firm and glowing magma ember bright. Normally they were just eagle colored yellow gold, or bright polished unnatural brass looking if he was a bit miffed or had his feathers ruffled a time to many recently. Magma heat was saved for battles the likes of which she had only seen once or twice and had not hoped to see again.
She waited until he had set whatever intel his senses and nanites had gathered down in the easily accessed corners of his brain, then she spoke.
“Hey there ole bird.”
“Hey back at you baby bird.”
He had probably heard what she had said about holding the people you love and living just long enough to regret it if you didn’t take every opportunity to hold them. He would also know it was true. Once and only once had she ever told him what had happened in those horrid few hours before he had found her shivering form hidden in an unobtrusive closet in the embassy where her parents had become finished targets.
She had a screaming fight with them over her grades, which had slid a point during her extended visit to her uncle’s place. It was a stupid thing to fight over, especially when your parents would be dead hours later, but that had been what the argument was all about. She had been an ignorant and spoiled brat back then. She had not had any inkling of what possibilities hung like blades over her future. Still she had learned the truth of what she had shared with her new acquaintance for absolute personally experienced fact.
He extended his massively muscled arms and she slid into them without any of the fear any sane person would feel in her place. She was probably one of the three living beings on this or any of the inhabited worlds that would be utterly safe from Ole Eagle Eye, even should he be in a towering rage. She hoped to never see that either. He held her close and the fragrance of a hunter born bred trained and refined filled her nose. To her it was the smell of home, of safety, of security and surety. It was a scent made up of gun oils, the sharp tang of edged metal, the burnt powder scent of discharged firearms, and a pure soap smell.
The last was the plain old fashioned bar soap he used to wash his person from crown of head to balls of feet each day at about four thirty in the morning. Rarely was the time much different, and his shower always lasted ten minutes or less. Discipline from some other time when he had been one of many who needed the facilities and had not the time to lag about under hot water still carried over from his past and affected how he behaved currently.
She wrapped herself in that smell and in every memory she could find either inconsequential or dominant of Ole Eagle Eye. Each one made her smile even the ones that had hurt or wounded somehow when they were made. For each thing that had hurt her that had come from him she forgave him. She lay each one incident down beside her in her mind and one of the one eyed ladies kicked the item out of sight into the darkness.
The Eyeless ones were watching this all go down. She knew it. She could always feel the sensation of their gaze on her skin like the level of heat in a desert climate when you step out into it the first time. It felt like a person could be certain that it would burn them in a few minutes if they didn’t find shelter, skin tingling in warning all the while. She gazed back and met all seven sets of eyes, even the six empty pairs that looked like blank sockets, without any hesitation or fear. She wondered if the eyeless ones knew it? Did they know that she trusted them as much as her one eyed ladies and as much as the original Ole Eagle Eye?
Their brief smiles, the smiles so out of place on the faces of the stone cold killer spirits of her dear old bird, indicated that if they did not know before they knew now just as they knew she could see them clearly as she saw her own ladies. Then their faces went grim once again and the rose to their feet with their mortal host. Eagle eye helped her to stand. He did not even need to voice it. The tingle of threat down her spine was cold and burning at the same time, it was as if she had locked eyes with a wild predator intent on eating her. Lorraine’s face settled into the absolutely uninvolved mask that told everyone she wasn’t in the least moved by being required to kill.
The sound of helicopters in the night air became clear at last to those few ready to fight who did not have nanite enhanced hearing. Her blood was pumping hard and six voices were whispering in her ears exactly how she should kill each and every foe. Lorraine leaped out a window ahead of the assassin called Law, and was gone into the night.
Gunfire, rapid and repeating, it was an automatic rifle of some kind. Swearing. The shooter’s target had just vanished. The shooter was not very disciplined. After all, to even make a snort of derision, was to give away the fact that whatever trick the enemy had just used worked perfectly in getting them out of your sights. Then their was no sound at all, except for a large object falling to the wet grass. That one was dead, taken out as another hunter’s target. She had best move on to the next enemy before that one too was claimed.
Lorraine watched in amusement as Jennifer used her new armor and then stabbed a man in the eye. Normally you would want a trainee so new that she was practically a non combatant far away, as in sniper rifle or farther away. Sal had thrown her in the deep end to sink or swim whichever way that fate ended up turning the wheels. She had not failed, and she had not even dropped the knife or let the body carry it away to the ground with its fall. Despite her gentle nature she obviously could hold it together fairly well. By how white her face was though, Lorraine would bet that she would find a minute to be violently sick in the next little while.
As she hurried away to seek her own prey she heard the sounds of retching. Her bet would have been a fairly sound one then. Amused but not in a way that would cause her to mock the new girl later, Lorraine disappeared around one of the spa’s outbuildings.
Finally a mercenary no one else was stalking. This one looked enhanced, both cyberneticly and most likely loaded with nanotechnology. He was also rock hard muscle and built even more like a tank then the assassin called by that name among Ole Eagle Eye’s former project crew mates. She decided that she would bait him. Who knew. Perhaps this one’s target was even herself?
His grin told her all that she needed to know about who his target was. Her, or at least any rich lady he could lay hands on here at the spa. Not just with intent to capture but to have a bit of fun with them before he maybe gave them back or maybe snapped their necks. This amused her. He might be strong and he might be enhanced ridiculously but he had neglected his mental and hand to eye coordination training. She was quicker even with her minimal ordinary abilities trained as they were by the best of the best.
He was bleeding from dozens of slices, some more deep then others, ordinarily the nanites inside him would cauterize his wounds in a way and then begin mending the damage almost instantly but the electricity coursing through her blade had disoriented them and driven them away from the damaged flesh for the moment. If she could land enough cuts and maybe even some stab wounds she could bleed him out while his nanites soared around his system in utter confusion.
The altered mercenary was dead on the ground and she was forty yards south southwest of the spot where she had left his body. Three more ordinary attackers had not even lasted half as long. Lorraine felt like she was on an illegal drug high. Everything was sharper, clearer, more detailed then the ordinary hum drum existence of a corporate power house that she lived on the daily. Taking the fight to her enemies was not what she was normally allowed to do. Another reason to adore her daddy bird. He would never sit on her as her security agents did. He had no desires that would end up restraining her or holding her back at all. What he wanted and what she offered in return was so simple it could almost be called pure.
Ole Eagle Eye watched from a perch high up on a roof as his little bird wandered around in a big arc of death. They all underestimated her so badly. It was hilarious how swiftly their target took them out. She had not dropped into the normal hunters trance but had instead gone almost all the way into the hunter mentality. She had released the beast within and was reveling in the demise of her opponents. Ole Eagle eye and all six of the eyeless ones grinned ferally, their features twisted into an expression that was part lust, part killing joy, and part adoration.
All these things she invoked in him in blends that he had no idea were possible before he became so aware of her. Now that he knew her for a woman and not a child he was amused in some ways at the ridiculous amount of “feelings” he held for his little bird. Things he was sure were as dead as his lost family resurfaced and tripped him up in so many ways.
Discipline held though, but only just by the smallest of margins. Would it free him of this debilitating need if he sank into her for just a while like he wanted to, or would it only sink him deeper into a permanent disability of the mind? Ole Eagle Eye did not have the answer for his own questions at the moment so he decided that it was time to proceed on his own hunts and leave philosophy and base physical yearnings for more calm moments in his life.
He was satisfied with his kill count. He could sense very little in the way of allied injuries and the deaths of their enemies were a legion. The satisfaction of the eyeless ones was deep and bone tinglingly pleasant. They too could read what his senses granted him by way of knowledge and were especially pleased with the little bird’s high kill count. Only himself and the one called Saber had higher kill counts. That disgraced the others who walked the same path including Salamander and Dragon, both of whom would not be pleased to be outdone by an unaltered Board Room Princess. The idea of how wrathful they would be over it pleased Ole Eagle Eye immensely.
The little bird met him at the edge of the outbuildings of the spa facility. She had no blood on her save for what had bled from a small scratch on her left forearm. It had scabbed over a few minutes ago. It was shallow enough that it would also leave no mark after a few days had passed or even sooner under nanite assistance at the nearest clinic to have them.
He was displeased to see it however small. It spoiled what had been an otherwise perfect situation. She saw what he was glaring at and shrugged it off as unimportant. So he chose to scowl at her instead.
“I didn’t even feel it Daddy Bird. Its more minor then my last motocross injury. You know that better then anyone.”
“Should not of happened. I need to train you more. One day every week at least, no exceptions.”
Lorraine accepted this without question or complaint. She knew she would not live long enough to be as good as Ole Eagle Eye himself, but she also knew that being better then she was at present would result in her living at least a bit longer. She wanted to live long enough to find out what the eyeless ones were so amused at. If they were laughing then it was big trouble.
The heat in his eyes was distracting, but she sensed it just in the nick of time. Blood and bits of bone and tissue flowered out from the gunshot wound to her left shoulder a moment later. She had used the limb in question to shove him out of the way without any of her normal gentleness towards him. Otherwise it would have been a spine shot on him instead. It would not have been fatal but he would be much longer in recovering from it then was safe at the moment.
She was falling towards a hard meeting with the ground. Lorraine knew this but her gun was still out and firing in the exact direction of the gunman who had felled her.
“FUCK! My SHOULDER!”
Eagle eye knew that Lorraine was well trained enough by him that she would not swear about being wounded unless she thought the one who gave her the wound was dead. It also boosted her kill count up and over Saber's and even with his own.
“Its a mess little bird.”
“I know Daddy bird.”
“At least a week of nanite therapy and some physical therapy on top of it. Can she afford the time?”
“No.”
Eagle eye knew what was needed right on the spot. Though she could afford the nicest, neatest, and most efficient non mil spec nanites on the market without even shuffling a zero on her bank balance the little one had many assassins out after her and more would be coming soon enough. The time for recovery was still too long. Only one set of nanites present on site had a chance of repairing her so she could be capable of self defense in time.
He turned over his right hand and bit into the meat of his palm under the thumb. He then pressed the bleeding wound over the damaged part of her shoulder, causing Lorraine to keen aloud. The shoulder had been reduced to meat and gore. He held it together with his grip despite the great amount of pain it caused her. She stayed conscious when others would have fainted a minute into the transfer.
“Field transfers are nasty business Ole E. She is going to be pissed when all the consequences come down.”
“She will be alive to be mad. That is the important part about this transfer.”
Salamander stared back at him as if he had no idea who he was. Ole Eagle Eye wondered at that himself.
~*~
Lorraine knew what the Ancient Killer she wanted so badly was about to do just as soon as he decided it. She also knew it was going to suck. Later as well as now. Later politics and ownership rights would come into play. Right now it just hurt...a lot.
The only sign of any injuries when Ole Eagle Eye removed his hand was the spatter of gore and torn clothes where the entry point had been. The flesh under it was somewhat paler then the surrounding tissue but that corrected as they watched. She could see through his eyes now. It was freakish and strange. The nanite transmissions were precise but the differences in height and the enhanced sight which she did not have yet were odd to Lorraine.
“You will be all right now Little Bird. My nanites are fast becoming Your nanites. Soon you will be fully enhanced and then you will find that your line is much less likely to end fatally then it was before.”
She had almost forgotten. Grinning, she leaped up off the ground and followed the rest of the assassins of the delta project back in to the spa. There would be parts of her new future that sucked, but some would be utterly splendid!