Speaking of speedsters.

A rumbling growl reverberated in Sparr’s chest as the [s]jumped up little arrogant[/s] newest member of the team [i]blew past her[/i] almost as quickly as he'd [i]get his ass blown up[/i] if there really were hostiles out there by running [i]dick first[/i] towards them. And had the fucking nerve to take potshots at how fast her baby moved. Stupid kid was going to get himself fucking killed if he wasn't careful. And it [i]probably[/i] wouldn't be one of her rounds that killed him, even though he was trying to take point over people with upwards of four times his experience…

[i]Breathe, and don't picture sending an HEDP up his ass. Viv would frown.[/i]

She had a sudden, unwanted tinge of empathy with Katya.

Very unpleasant.

The growl trailed off slowly as she put the pedal to the metal, coaxing Matryoshka towards her top speed. When the kid landed his ass in the fire, as he seemed to realize a second after landing himself on her shit list, she'd have to bail him out. 

This was the downside to being the big bitch.

“Cam, twenty bucks says I have to save his ass. Ten says I have to do it while Katya blames [i]me[/i] for it.”