#agent bravo

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Bravo: Oh, come on! Does anyone have any ideas?

Whiskey: Well...

Bravo: Any ideas that don’t involve lethal harm or firearms?

*beat*

Whiskey: I’ve got nothin’.

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Brothers in Arms, Brothers in Bond

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The Boys... ~~~ Finally some art right?!?! The only note I have for this is that I'm very pissed that I couldn't get Bravo's skin tone right. That's the closest I could get and it's all wrong...

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The Random Adventures of Bravo Company…

This is a compiled list of the really random things that happened to these guys while on assignments. All are actual canon but only a few make appearances in the comic.

–They were investigated and then arrested by the FBI one time. Since H.E.R.A.C.L.E.S. is super dooper black ops they had to let this happen. Interrogations consisted of Tango annoying the federal agents, Charlie changing his cover story to confuse them, and Yank making them super uncomfortable with his silence.

–Whiskey killed a man with a skateboard once.

–They accidentally kidnapped a baby. It was just once. Simple mistaken identity case. Bravo doesn’t like talking about it.

–One time Charlie rode a unicycle straight into a water fountain in Central Park. Why? Distractions. That’s why.

–Tango spent an entire day surveying the wrong target. And being the stubborn ass that he is he kept doing it.

–Bravo jumped out of helicopter without a parachute once. And only once. But that didn’t stop everyone from calling him Captain America for weeks on end.

–Fox crashed one of those double-decker buses that they have in England once. Rammed it straight into a building. It did provide some great cover though.

–One time Charlie got in a fight with a little old Russian lady. She wailed on him with her purse and swore at him. She was like 4 feet tall and they still make fun of him for it.

–Every single member of the team has been kidnapped at least once. Charlie was kidnapped quite a few times… Once by a Mexican drug cartel. A crooked politican another time. Then by a meth dealer. And also by the mob. (Or would it be a mob?)

–Yank got roped into one of those flash mob things once. All he did was leave the hotel for some food and these people basically rushed him. He tried to protest but they didn’t understand and thought he was deaf. So they started signing to him trying to communicate you know? He gave up and just went along with it. Tango stole some real good footage of it off a security cam.

–Whiskey has used a potato launcher once. Only once and he hopes that he never has to do it again.

–List of odd things Whiskey has used as weapons: Drapery T-shirt cannon Glass swan Fire extinguisher Umbrella Chair Nail gun Corkscrew Pen Flare gun Prosthetic leg Ashtray Jump rope And a variety of household tools

–Fox caused the largest recorded freeway accident. It just kinda snowballed and by the end around 300 cars were involved. This happened on a mission in São Paulo, Brazil.

–Tango has driven once and only once. Foxtrot was stuck in the infirmary with a badly broken leg so Tango was made Getaway since they didn’t need any surveillance. Tango is the worst driver and has such horrible road rage that everyone agreed to never let him drive. Ever.

–Charlie has cross dressed and pretended to be a woman on a couple of occasions. The first time he made the mistake of trying to wear 4-inch stilettos. He fell on his face when he tried to walk and then tried to pass it off as being drunk. It was not pretty.

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Choose 3 characters and pick your fave quote from them.

This is going to be hard since I don’t really like my writing…

Tango: “Peas in a pod or whatever shit it is that normal people say.”

Bravo: “Why does everybody who kidnaps me share the same kink?” (This is a thought not a spoken line but it still counts right?)

Charlie: “Wanna know what your husband said after we had sex in your bed? He said I was the best he ever had.”

I also kinda like Romeo’s line about love not existing because of the Ravens & Swallows…

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England's Dreaming (Pt 2): Slight Change

Characters: Bravo, Charlie, Whiskey, Tango, Yankee, Foxtrot, Theresa May, Chris Grayling

Word Count: 1,542

Trigger Warning: None I can think of…

Summary: I’d link y'all to part one but it never seems to work for me… Anyway. Continuing from that. Charlie got the bugged phone to Grayling. The team is going to make a move on the PM soon. Or are at least planning on it.

xxxxx

“You got it?”

Charlie smiled widely with pleasure as he held up the cell phone as proof; “Of course I got it. You doubted me? I’m hurt.” He passed the phone over to Bravo who began to look through it.

“Wow. Yank you did a good job, the decoy was just like this.”

Yankee smiled obviously pleased and nodded his thanks.

“So, Boss, what do we do now? Just wait and hope Grayling goes into the office today even though he has no reason to be there?” Whiskey asked from the kitchen; his voice muffled since his head was in the fridge.

He stepped into the area where the rest of them were. He held a can of Coke in his hands. “Or,“ he said popping the tab and taking a sip, “that he’ll just randomly call May on his day off?”

It was Saturday. Everyone in the world’s off day.

Except theirs.

“I could call him and see what he’s up to,” Charlie offered.

Yankee rose a questioning eyebrow in Charlie’s direction and made a motion with his hands. Charlie looked at him utterly confused. Tango snickered and interpreted; “What Yank’s trying to ask ya, Charlie Boy, is… Did you do the ol’ hanky panky with baldy?”

Charlie had a mortified look on his face.

“Oh god no!!” he said disgusted. “I was pretending to be an old friend from college. So I wouldn’t… And besides Grayling’s straighter than an arrow. Married too. Has kids.“

“I checked like I always do.” he added defensively.

“We’re just teasing you, ya bastard,” Tango said with a laugh.

“To answer your question, Whiskey,” Bravo said loudly. He projected on purpose because he needed everyone to shut up and focus. They had a job to do after all. “Charlie’s gonna call him. See what he says and we’ll go from there. If Grayling doesn’t pick up we…” he trailed off with a shrug.

“S–see where he go–oes off the tra–acker Tango put?” Fox offered from where he sat cross-legged on the floor. Despite H.E.R.A.C.L.E.S. regulations Foxtrot was with them in the hotel room. There was no way in hell Bravo was going to make him stay at the chosen rendezvous the entire time.

Especially when no one knew how long this would take.

Yankee winked and shot a finger at Foxtrot while Bravo simultaneously said; “Exactly. Everybody ok with that?”

He received varied versions of assent from the rest.

“Good.”

~~~

Charlie stood at the sink in the hotel room’s rather tiny bathroom. There was barely enough room for just him to stand in it alone. Feeling claustrophobic he really didn’t want to be there. But he didn’t feel like dealing with the others’ jokes at the moment. So, there he stayed as, he dialed Grayling’s number.

He held the cell phone to his ear and stared down at the tile floor. Grayling picked up on the second ring. That was a good sign.

“What?! What is it?!” Grayling answered with a voice full of worry.

Charlie chuckled, instantly switching into the fake persona of Thomas Keller; “Well… We didn’t get to finish our pub crawl from the other night. And that’s just a bloody shame.”

Grayling let out a sigh on the other end. “Oh, Tom, it’s just you.”

“‘Course it’s me. Why? You expecting someone else?”

“Actually yes,” he replied. “The Prime Minister. We were supposed to be meeting today at The Attendant but she hasn’t called or emailed to confirm it.”

“Oh, does that mean we’re not on for tonight, then? What time’s your meeting?”

“Three. Should end ‘round five; maybe earlier. So, yes, we’re still on for tonight. Unless something comes up.”

Charlie smiled. “Oh that’s great, Chris. We left off at The Goat, yeah?”

“Look, I was so pissed last night I haven’t a bloody clue.” Grayling replied with a slight laugh.

“Let’s just go there then. Eight sounds good?”

“Eight is perfect. See you later, Tom.”

Hanging up and closing the phone Charlie leaned on the sink. He blew out a sigh of relief. They had her. Or would soon enough. Then he heard the rap of knuckles on the door and instantly opened it. Bravo’s face greeted him.

Charlie relayed the info to him but he said nothing.

Bravo remained silent as they walked back to where the others were. Only when he was sure everyone was in the room did he speak. “We activated the tracker on our end when you went in just in case. He’s already on his way back so slight change of plans.”

“I’m really sorry about this, buddy, but it looks like you’re going to have to get up close and personal with the PM.”

Charlie shrugged; “Ok.”

Bravo gave him a look and pulled him out of the room. Once they were in the hallway with the door closed behind them he let go of Charlie and stood with his arms folded over his chest.

“What?”

“You’re seriously ok with this?” Bravo asked still in that angry stance.

Charlie scoffed; “Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m pretty sure we both know why, Charlie.”

Charlie leaned against the wall and sighed. Staring up at the ceiling he didn’t speak for several minutes. Bravo stood there waiting patiently. He needed to know if Charlie was really alright with what he had to do.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Bravo said filling the silence.

“We don’t know what she’s like and she’s the damn PM for crying out loud! She could be swarmed with secret service at a moment’s notice and who knows what they’ll do to you.”

“Do they still call them secret service here? Don’t you think they’d have something more, uh, British? We should probably find that out.”

“I’m serious, Charlie!” Bravo yelled so loudly that a member of the hotel’s staff at the end of the hall turned to look. His hands were at his sides; clenched into fists so tight that his nails had to be breaking the skin. “If they suspect you at all they’ll take you in. Arrest you. They’ll break you trying to get you to talk. And, I mean, who knows what she’s going to…”

Charlie’s expression shut him up.

“They already broke me, buddy. They broke all of us, Bravo, and did everything they could to make sure we stayed that way. Doing my job isn’t going to do any more damage.”

That was something Bravo couldn’t argue with. It was the cold, hard, truth after all. He exhaled sharply and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He didn’t want Charlie to do this but there was no other choice.

So he gave in.

“Besides, May’s been married to the same man for 36 years. With no kids. Old as sin and just as ugly. And she’s a heavy-duty Conservative, just like Grayling. As I’ve said before I do my homework. The woman’s bound to have a wild side. Grayling did. If I know people, which I do, I think I have a pretty good idea what she’s like,” Charlie finished with a smile.

They went back into the hotel room and Fox whipped his head around as they entered. He and Yankee wore almost identical worried expressions.

“If Captain was here then you’d all make a matching set,” Bravo said with a smirk.

“I-is everyth–thing ok?”

“‘Course it is, Fox,” Charlie said as he plopped on the unoccupied twin bed. Yankee, who sat on the other, gave him a questioning look. “Everything’s fine, guys, seriously!”

“Ok, guys, back to business.” Bravo said getting everyone back on track. “Charlie’s going to make a move on the PM. Whisk, you’re going to take care of Grayling. Johnson specifically said no loose ends on this one, so… How is all up to you just don’t make it too messy, ok?”

“You got it, Boss.”

He turned and looked down and the ginger sitting on the floor. “Fox. Bud. I want you to go with Whiskey. Somebody needs to watch his back just in case Grayling has secret service.”

“You can’t say that if that’s not what they’re called,” Charlie sing-songed.

Bravo ignored him and continued with his mini briefing. “Yank, Tango, you two stay here and maintain surveillance. Monitor all the usual channels.”

Yankee nodded but made an annoyed face while Tango said; “Do we ever do anything else?”

Those who were leaving got ready with a silent precision. Took them barely any time and soon Foxtrot was already waiting in the car. And Charlie was on his way out the door. With those two gone that just left Bravo and Whiskey to finish up.

But the latter was clearly ready and waiting.

Standing in the doorway Whiskey shifted the bag on his shoulder and loudly cleared his throat. Bravo finished getting what he needed and headed for the door. But before he could leave Whiskey stopped him with a hand. “Boss?”

“Yeah?”

“You gave everyone else orders but never said what you were doing. That’s not like you. Something wrong?” he asked with a troubled look.

“I just didn’t want Charlie to know, bud,” Bravo replied seriously.

Whiskey knew but he asked just to be sure. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to follow him.”

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A very shadowed sketch of Bravo but a sketch all the same. Not sure if I should color it or not... Sorry about the shadow and the blurriness..

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Pain Without Love

Characters: Bravo, Johnson

Word Count: 671

Trigger Warning: Abuse

Summary: Johnson’s punishing Bravo in The Playroom. Kinda starts like mid scene if that even makes any damn sense. Also I wrote this at like 3AM last night so it’s not that good and kinda ends abruptly so there might be another part to this… Click that read more if you feel like it.

xxxxx

“Your problem is that no one hates you more than you hate yourself,” he said with a sick twisted smile. He backed away from Bravo’s inert form which lay facedown on the cold concrete floor and turned his back on the man. Then walked the short distance to the table that stood in the corner of the room.

He had already beat the man into submission, and made the operative pass out from the pain, but it wasn’t enough.

Definitely wasn’t enough.

“It’s not really a problem for anyone since you let it drive you. Striving to be better because you despise what you are now. Weak. Pathetic. Useless.” he continued as he let his fingers dance above the tools which awaited him. He had an arsenal at his disposal but just couldn’t decide which one he should use to inflict the damage this time.

Johnson finally settled on a red hot fire poker.

Turning back to Bravo, who was now slowly coming to, he said; “That’s why you keep making mistakes, isn’t it? I know it is. It’s because you want to become better. You want to learn from your mistakes. And how do we learn?”

Bravo’s left ear was still ringing from when Johnson slammed him into the wall of The Playroom so he didn’t fully hear what his commanding officer said.

“Wha–What?” he asked through a mouth halfway full of blood. He was steadying himself up on his arm trying to fight the pain and stand. You were less venerable when you weren’t lying on the ground. Under normal circumstances he could fight back if he were standing. But these were not normal circumstances and he definitely could not fight back.

All he could do was stand there and take it.

But he didn’t even get the chance to do so before Johnson’s boot came crashing into his ribs. He fell back down almost instantly. A small painful whimper escaped Bravo’s lips.

“Pain. That’s the only thing that works with you.” Johnson said with a deadpan seriousness. Then he grabbed Bravo by the hair and pulled him partway to his feet.

“Stand up, soldier!” he roared when he let go of Bravo and stepped away. His voice horrifically amplified in the small room. He held the fire poker in one hand and smacked it against the open palm of the other. And when Bravo finally stood up he pointed the burning end at him.

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered.

Bravo didn’t hesitate or object. As quick as he could with pain numbed fingers he unbuttoned his camo jacket. He tried not to wince as he moved his shoulder to take the jacket off. It was slow going and he could feel how deep the pain went. Could imagine the bruises that would form all over his body in the days that were to follow.

He let the camo jacket fall from his fingers to The Playroom’s concrete floor. Then he had to take off the olive drab shirt underneath. It all took longer than it should have as he was already in so much pain, but, his handler was patient. Johnson was dead set on whatever he was going to do.

The wait didn’t seem to matter at all.

With both jacket and shirt finally off Bravo stood and braced himself for what was to come. Tried to steel his body and his mind against the inevitable pain. He knew it was going to involve the fire poker. He knew that it wasn’t going to be good.

He knew it was going to hurt like hell.

And yet despite his mental preparation he couldn’t bare it. The pain was excruciating as Johnson held the hot poker against the skin of his abdomen; right underneath his ribs. It was worse than anything he’d gone through. He could feel his flesh burning and smell it as well. The area underneath the fire poker was being cooked by the heat.

Bravo didn’t even bother to hold in his agonizing screams.