InterstinglyAgresive

       The shop was empty for the middle of the week, usually they were busier. They only had in a minivan that needed a fuel pump and a Kawasaki hadn't been looked at yet. She had been in the middle of fixing the fuel pump when she heard a car pull up. The car door closed, she stayed put finishing up with the project at hand.       "Hi, I'm looking for Jackie," the man who walked in was obviously from Italian decent just by hearing his accent. She moved to get a better look at him, brood shoulders, tall about six two, good looking. He wore a nice Italian suit, a little jewelry, and expensive shoes. The man looked at her slightly surprised.

       One of the young men in the group of new recruits he was leading through the compound wolf whistled low at her as she and some of the board of director's and the sergeant major of both the US Army and Military passed by. He had noticed her before when she was talking with the sergeant major of the Military, who was his boss in the medial and business stand point, but they were good friends on a personal level.       "Shall we keep moving boys? Or would you rather gawk?" He spoke firm enough to hear a few throats clearing, without turning to see who had whistled in the first place. He continued the tour of the grounds. The new recrui

       The sun was high and hot, just another day in Morocco. The men and woman around her spoke quickly in Arabic mostly. Her skin tanned, dark short hair, caramel colored eyes, she wondered through the market in the hot afternoon sun. The kaki pants and a green button down shirt showed she was not from around her but she wore the cover many of the woman wore to keep some of the sun off. Many of the locals tried selling her things, most of which she turned down, respectfully in there language. The odd thing was she sounded exactly like the people, no accent of being from the states. As the sun started to se

       He had been sitting at the bar at the far end for awhile now and had, had more to drink then he had originally planned. When he had decided he was going to head in for the night alone again, a commotion outside caught his attention. The group moved through the swinging half doors and into the tavern. The inn owner's thugs had a woman, a man on each side holding her, three behind her and the inn owner in front, the woman's hands were tied behind her back. The men all dressed in jeans, boots, button down shirts, all different patterns and they all wore cowboy's hands and guns at their hips.  

       He watched her form the shadows of the brush and trees of the forest. He caught her and her horse's scent in his territory about an hour ago. He had planned to kill then both, but once he got closer he thought twice, there was something different about her though she was human. The woman wore jeans, pull on boots, a light blue, green and white button up shirt, a light colored oils slick that came to her mid thigh standing and a straw hat. Her long, slightly curly auburn hair was braided over her left shoulder, which ended in the middle of her lower back. The horse was well muscled, tall, with a dark b