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Prolog

The brunette puffed out her cheeks which earned a chuckle from the cowboy.  But she was stopped in mid finger point at him when the blonde gasped.  I felt my cheeks heat up more when I realized I was the reason she gasped.  By now Jack had us just feet away from the group.  She moved to make her way over to us, hands clasped together until she was in front of me.  She moved to claps my hands together with hers.  She had probably given me one of the warmest smiles I've ever received, she had lean down ever so slightly so I wasn't craning my neck to look up at her. 

"You my be (first name).  I've heard so much about you! I'm Dr. Ziegler, but you may call me Angela." She said with probably one of the sweetest tones.  Her smile never failing.

I heard a squeal from behind her from behind her and in a flash of blue, the brunette was in front of me and had taken my hands from Angela , holding one in each of her own.  "Oh my gosh! You're the new recruits I've been hearing about! My names Lena!" She said, the excitement never leaving her voice.  She shook my hands with hers, unable to control her excitement.  "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." She continued with her face only inches from mine. 

I felt my anxiety start to rise with feeling just a bit over crowded, which was quickly put at ease when Morrison took his hand off my back to put on Lenas shoulder to make her take a few steps back.   "Lena, give (first name) some space.  We don't want to scare this one off."  He said with a hint of joking in his tone. 

I let out a mental sigh of relief that the overwhelming feeling didn't get to its peak.  And, I spoke too soon. Realizing a second too late of course, as I heard a low whistle from the wannabe western movie star as he and his way to stand in front of me.   Moving to lean forward to try and be about my level, hands on his hips.  "Well we'll, this one sure is pretty cute." He said as he held a cocky grin, making my cheeks turn pink. 

A figure came up from behind me as I was trying to get my brain to process what was just said on top of everything else.  A black gloved hand came down on the back of the cowboys head, almost knocking his hat off.  "Shut it brat." Came from a very annoyed Reyes who was standing right behind me.   Extremely close by the way to where he was almost touching me.  Though this time, since I can't see him, his presents gave a more protective, still very annoyed, but protective vibe. 

I glanced over slightly when I noticed Angela and Lena were trying to hold back their laughter while Morrison on the other hand, well, he had his face in his hand. 

The cowboy had puffed his cheeks out slightly, going to straighten his back as he fixed his hat.  "Well what the hell was that for Jefe?" He said with a painfully obvious fake hurt tone.

And there goes another smack to the back of the cowboys head from Reyes.  "What have I told you about your language brat, specially around children."

At the the cowboy gave a raised brow before looking from Reyes to Morrison to me. "Wait, hold on a Damn sec, how old are ya exactly?"

"Just turned eighteen" I said a little meekly, starting to feel overwhelmed with how crowded I was between the two. 

The cowboy opened his mouth as if he was going to stay something but another smack was given to the back of his head.  This time knocking his hat off which I quickly caught out of reaction.  "Don't even think about it brat or I'm adding 30 more laps to your regiment for the next month"

The cowboy just pouted slightly in response as he rubbed the back of his head, "Common Jefe I wasn't gonna say anything bad so stop hitting me."  He protested a bit, crossing his arms over his chest.

I just gripped the brim of his hat, feeling lost on what to do in the situation.  Thankfully though Morrison spoke up. "Reyes, Cassidy, give the kid some space." 
They both looked from him to each other before realizing how cramped I was between them.