Miranda ‘Doc’ McCain walked into the hotel room she had just paid for; it wouldn’t surprise her if they asked how many hours she wanted the room instead of how many nights. They had gotten back from Singapore and landed themselves into a situation they had yet to figure out. Shadow, aka the Satan’s Sisters official one and only brother, had gotten them into this mess with the Furies and the Ops Warriors. If she could have choked him she would have. He accepted a job, which let’s just say, was not exactly legal, this was their burden to bare having to be the conscience of Shadow. The man didn’t care about the law; he cared about making shit right. But the mission caused them to cross paths with the Furies, which all in all wasn’t bad. Then they discovered the Furies and the Ops Warriors were close and worked together often. This could be a problem, and Doc wasn’t sure how the fuck they were going to talk their way out of this. The Ops and Furies wanted answers; they weren’t going to like them. However, all had ended well, although Marbles and she were the only girls who had gone. The rest of the Sisters were currently waiting for them to get home.
She turned and glared at the bed. They were in a row hotel, not that there was anything wrong with the hotels but after sleeping in the field for so long, Doc usually liked the comforts of a nicer hotel. But since Shadow was with them, and he constantly smoked pot, they had gotten a room where he could do so without being harassed. But this was ridiculous; this place was a shithole. With a sigh, she finally decided she didn’t give a shit; she needed a shower and about twenty-four hours of sleep.
Doc walked into the bathroom and glared at the cheap shower curtain and then took off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Ugh, she thought as the soreness of being tense while they were escaping from Singapore finally let go completely. She turned on the shower to hot and then stood under the water for ten minutes as it hammered down on her sore shoulders and neck.
She knew questions were going to be asked, and she was prepared for them. Her team, while in the military, was compiled of all women. Yep, that was unusual, but then so were they. When they first started out, the women had all been assigned to different units, mostly in the admin role as a clerk or even an assistant. None of them had been happy about it, mostly because when they were tested once they joined the military, all of them place high on another field. The problem being: the fields they excelled in were combat ready fields, which women weren’t allowed to be placed in.
Doc had scored high on being a pilot, which at the time was unheard of. She had joined when she was eighteen and served the first eight years as a medic. Doc knew she was good at it as well, she had her license to be a PA. She had been smart and taken college courses while in the military. But when the shit hit the fan when the base she had been stationed at in a Middle Eastern country had been attacked, Doc had saved ten men after their Helio pilot had been shot on takeoff. She took over the flying, got them out of there, and then went back for more. She received a commendation for it and then was approached by General Darn to be in an elite and high priority team that worked off the books. She would be able to do exactly what she loved, which was flying and medicine. It had been a no-brainer.
When she discovered the team was going to be all female, it enticed her more. The General explained they were allowing women on this team due to the fact everyone underestimated them, and that was what they needed. When the Satan’s Sisters were sent in, no one suspected them of being on a mission. Doc was the leader since she had obtained the rank of Captain.
General Darn had been the only one they reported to, which since Doc had a little attitude problem with asshole men who thought they were better than her, it worked out just fine. The General respected them, he knew what they were capable of, and because of that, he rarely questioned their actions. Except when Shadow was brought on, the man constantly needed supervision. If they were on a mission, and a civilian needed help, Shadow dealt with them. No matter what nationality they were, he didn’t care, the only thing he cared about was the fact that an innocent was affected by something beyond their control. It took the Sisters a long time to understand what and why Shadow was doing what he did, but that was his story, and none of the Sisters betrayed his trust by talking about it.
She got out of the shower and grabbed a towel and looked in the mirror. For eight years, she had worked in the OSS, and then she had medically retired when she had broken her leg and rods had been placed in it, her entire crew doing the same since the recruits were getting younger and younger. Not that she was old, she was thirty-five, but she was the oldest in the unit. Damn, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror, she seriously was starting to get wrinkles. Then she shrugged, it wasn’t surprising since the stress of the missions they went on were seriously overwhelming at times. Doc never wanted to be put into a position that literally held the lives of not only the Sisters, but also the civilians they came in contact with. No one could understand how the insurgents didn’t seem to care who they hurt, as long as one of them were American, the rest were casualties of war. The American Government did not feel that way, which was why Doc had been proud to serve, and she would still be there if not for the explosion she had been trapped in.
She moved into the hotel room without worrying about clothes, she was too fucking tired and needed to sleep. She pulled back the covers, and by the time she was settled, Doc was asleep.