"You don't get this rich without breaking any laws"
Jackson is a discharged marine....meaning former marine. Addicted to drugs and alcohol...making him a repeated felon of the law.
He can't deal with adjusting to common society. Stuck in jail for...
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The helicopter ride was long. Long enough for boredom to sink in with the silence. Though one could talk over the rather silent propellers no one really wanted to. Everyone just kind of looked at one another. Taking glances and debating about what to say. One man with dark hair. He was dressed in a suit but a bit more childish. was just looking out the window letting his mind wander as he mused about something. Another guy with a blonde brown curly Afro was messing around on a computer. His sleeves were rolled up revealing the tattoos on his arms. He was too busy typing around to take glances.
It was the girl who decided to break the awkward silence.
"So....I guess this means we get to work together", she said.
She extended her hand to Jackson who was sitting across from her, "Jane May", she said formally introducing herself.
Jackson took her hand kindly and replied "Jackson Roberts, Madam". Rollins extended his hand, "Rollins Georgia Madam", said Rollins taking it next. Jane smiled nodding.
"Pleasure to be working with you both gentlemen", said Jane May.
Jane May was cute with her hat and glasses. Looked like a girly proper. Her nose was small and wide but clearly just like the rest of them she was well built. She looked like a whole different person than she had been during training. Jane May was thinking the same thing regarding Jackson and Rollins. Most likely because they had finally shaved off their beards and their chins were nice and smooth. Their hair was no longer a mess and filthy with sweat. Jane would have actually thought they were cute. But they weren't exactly her type since she was gay.
"So, what about everyone else?", asked Jane.
The man at the window gave her a lazy wave not looking at her, "James Maverick", he said bluntly.
"Lawrence Bane, pleasure to meet you all", he said smirking giving a relaxed gesture.
The other man with dark hair pursed his lips taking Janes hand kissing it, "Louis Vans sweet heart", he said. Louis Vans was a playboy. It was simple to tell. He had the looks and the rustic charm.
Jane May pulled her hand out uncomfortably, "Apologies for miss leading you, I'm gay", she replied bluntly.
Jane May wasn't shy about it. It got the men off her back. Made others feel uncomfortable yes but she didn't care. Jackson and Rollins raised their eyebrows and Lawrence was laughing at Louis who managed a small smile, "Ah....forgive me, I was too forward", he said.
The final one to introduce was the guy at the laptop. Everyone looked at him. Yet he kept typing away and doing his thing quietly. Lawrence cleared his throat gaining the man's attention. The gentlemen from his laptop looked up.
"We are having a group counculing session, care to join?", asked Lawrence.
"Oh! Uh... Marco Anderson", he replied and then went back to typing vigorously on his key board. Marco's eyes were scanning around on his screen as he continued decoding whatever those numbers and letters and underscores and dashes meant.
The pilot turned around, "Alright Gentlemen and Ladies! Strap your seat belts in, we are about to land. You've got company down there", said the pilot. Everyone did as they were told and the pilot began the easy descent down back onto the ground.
Jackson and Rollins turned looking out the window.
