"Come on Aurora, I told you the truth."
"Yeah, so what!"
"So fucking stand down."
"No fuck you, you and the fucking government played me…..Used me to get you inside."
"You know how they work."
"Well I don't like it, so get the hell out."
"I'm not going anywhere," he said boldly slapping her gun hand away.
"I started this game alone and I'm going to end it the same way," she said bringing her Glock back on target.
"And what take on The Reaper all by yourself?"
"If I have to…..yeah."
"You're nuts, he's not part of this, we didn't count on a new player and not one such as he."
"Then I'll take him out!"
"You can't, besides the real target is Fat Daddy. The CIA wants his ass. It's a matter of national security that he is brought in."
"I don't give a crap about what the CIA wants, I don't work for them anymore, remember."
"Constantine, you have always been part of the CIA whether you knew it or not. Once an agent…..always an agent."
"I'm only in this for the money Stryker, maybe that story about your sister is nothing but bullshit but I need to win this game, I have to for my loved ones."
"There is no game, we have to bring down Fat Daddy."
"Not until I kill my competition and bring home the cash."
"I'm still in this thing Aurora, you going to kill me too?"
"If I have to, I will."
"Oh, fuck you Aurora, like you would," he said again, slapping her gun hand away again.
"Oh fuck you, I would," she cried before bringing her armament up again.
"Fuck you," slapping her hand once more.
"Fuck you!" she screamed before slapping his face and standing on her tip toes.
"Fuck you!" he yelled carelessly smacking her across the face.
They exchanged two more slaps among themselves, each intensifying before his last blow struck her so hard it spun her almost around in her footing. Snapping her head back in rage, she gazed upon him with a grimace expression. He knew he hurt her but his own anger at this point took over as he screamed in her face. "Fuck you Aurora!"
"No Stryker…..just fuck me you bastard!" she bellowed as she threw herself into his embrace, mashing her lips upon his in a violent expression of heated passion. Unsure of how to respond to her aggressive femininity, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her body as she wrapped her strong athletic legs around the small of his back and interlocking her ankles together. A concession of strong wildly passionate kisses commenced as the two drew breath from each other's mouth. He could hear soft cries seep from her soft lips as he reached one hand under her bottom to support her weight. His right hand slowly snaked up her back to her neck and settled under her ponytail gripping it with a solid grasp. With a fist full of her black hair, he yanked her head back and gazed deeply into her bright green eyes before forcing her lips to his once more.