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The Expendables Girl 2

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Sam's POV

I stepped out of the shitty Japanese compact my mother had to buy after dad lost all our money on that stupid race. I shouldered my ratty old bag and slammed the door. I slumped towards the office and got my time table just before the bell rang. I checked my timetable, English, great. (Note the sarcasm). I slowly walk to the building and enter. The teacher barely glances at me.

'New kid? Sam or something. Spare seat by Tora.' He says pointing to a desk. I look at the lone occupant, she has long dark blond hair and blue eyes so light they almost look white apart from the dark ring around them. She had a jagged scar going from her right eye to her lips which shaped them into a permanent scowl. She was ripped, her biceps were like watermelons, this girl hit the gym often, her arms were tattooed, one stood out in particular, a skull with a raven on top of it, under the scull was a strange banner that read "The Expendables" I wonder what that was all about. She wore a unbuttoned plaid blue flannel shirt over a white tank top, she had two silver chains dangling on her throat. One had a heart an the other had a skull. Then I saw them, the scars, all up her arms and one stretching across her collar. Her feet are kicked up on the desk, she wore leather boots the must be old because some of the black has worn away leaving brown patches.

I mooch over to the desk and sit beside her. 'Hey.'

'Hi.' She grunts, she has an accent like English isn't her first language. 'You're probably the first one to sit next to me all year.'

'Why?' I ask cause I am generally interested. She sighs, like this is pain in the arse for her.

'Cause me and my family are basically Harley riding, tattoo addicted Neanderthals. And well nobody can stand a chance in a fight with me.' She says flexing her massive biceps. That I can believe.

'The names, Tora, Tora Jensen.'

'I'm Sam Turner.'

Tora's POV

The new kid was cute, I guess, with scruffy dirty blond hair and sky blue eyes. But not my type, I need a tough guy that can protect me, not small guy that could probably fall over in a breeze.

I should probably explain who my family are:

Lee Christmas, an ex member of the British SAS. Pretty reliable, he is the only one that doesn't ride a chopper. His weapon of choice is throwing knives and he knows a good blade when he sees one. He has actually "borrowed" mine sometimes.

Yin Yang is the martial arts expert and has managed to whip my arse, he is a midget compared to the rest of us and thinks because of that he needs to be paid more. He doesn't like killing in "Gruesome" ways.

Toll Road is the demolitions expert, he wrestled in college and has screwed up cauliflower ears, constantly telling stories about it. He is an therapy for Avoidant Personality Disorder (don't ask me what it is, I don't know either.)

Hale Caesar is one of the biggest guys I have ever encountered apart from my old work mate, Trench Mauser. He is a heavy weapons specialist and has a massive shot gun which fires miniature war heads that arm them selves. Literally if you were in a zombie apocalypse, you would want his gun.

Gunnar Jensen, aka Dad. One trigger happy motherfucker. got a degree in chemical science, which I found hard to believe. One insane son of a bitch, who carries around guns the size of Yang. He is probably 6'5 (that's where I get my height from). Gone to rehab a couple of times to try and get off drugs. One other way to help his addiction is to hide his stash and just hit him if he try's and find them.

Then there's Barney Ross our so called "Leader" Sixty something and a badass motherfucker. One of the people I most look up to. He drives a 55 ford pickup truck and pilots an old biplane which ships us too our awesome missions. He has tattoos all over his arms and back, more than me.

And there is Tool, an ex mercenary and kick ass tattoo artist. He gave me most of my tattoos apart from a few up my arm.

An anchor on my left bicep, a skull with a raven on it on my right bicep. On my wrist a quote by a Russian commander, "Let me defend my country with my rifle and bayonet in my hand." and a rifle in my hand. A gravestone under my skull that reads Maria Fransson (My mother) a rose on my foot. a ring of thorns around my right ankle, a ring of roses on my left, a love heart with dad inside it under my anchor, and lots of other ones.

I guess you could say I am demented, I kill for a living, I find it fun. My weapons of choice are a bowie knife, a Beretta 9fs pistol and a M16 assault rifle. I use to use a whip whit spikes but it got destroyed last year in a fire. Long story. And I cant be bothered getting a new one. Its just too hard to carry around with me.

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Cast

Dolph Lundgrenas Gunnar Jensen
Teresa Palmeras Tora Jensen
Sylvester Stalloneas Barney Ross
Jason Stathamas Lee Christmas
Jet Lias Yin Yang
Terry Crewsas Hale Caesar
Randy Coutureas Toll Road
Mickey Rourkeas Tool
Alex Pettyferas Sam
Danny Mcbrideas Jamie

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