"I won't hurt you I promise..." Devon said with a slightly smirk.

Talon nodded his head. "Don't pull your punches." he said, moving over towards the mats.

"I won't," he smirked and slowly pulled off his t-shirt walked over closer to the mats.

Rowan let out a wolf whistle, thoroughly amused by the turn of events.

Devon smirked and winked at the girls.  "Don't enjoy the show too much."  He tossed his shirt to the side and stretched his arms out a little bit.

Talon dropped down into a fighting stance to show to Devon that he was ready.

Devon smirked slightly and slowly got down into one of the many fighting stances he knew and watched Talon.  He wasn't going to make the first move.

Talon began to circle Devon, not wanting to deliver the first move himself. He wanted to give the Major the first shot.

Devon just watched him. "If you are waiting for me to start you really don't want me to or you'd be on your ass before you got a hit in,"  he stated trying to be as polite as possible.

"It's true."  Lydia butted in taking a seat on the floor near the mats.

Talon charged, all ready to get knocked on his ass, but instead of throwing a punch Talon flipped over Devon. He landed on his feet behind him and delivered an elbow to Devon's back.

Rowan plopped herself down next to Lydia and watched the boys for a second before blurting, "I've got twenty on Devon."

"I'm not betting with you..." Lydia mumbled watching carefully.

"Lame," Rowan replied. If it were anyone else, or if she had chosen Dev first, /then/ Lydia would want to bet with her.

Devon grunted and reached around grabbing Talon's wrist with one swift move he stepped around bending his wrist behind his back.  With Talon's wrist behind his back Devon placed his foot in the back of Talon's knees sending him to the mat flat on his face.  Devon wrenched his arm up behind his back keeping his thumb on the pressure point on Talons hand and planted his foot on his back keeping him down.

Talon tried to fight back, but he knew that he was beat. He was about to raise his left hand to tap out on the mat, when he felt his shoulder snap just a little bit. Using that to his advantage, Talon allowed his shoulder to dislocate. Biting his lip over the pain, he tried to roll onto his side to fight back

"Finished?" Devon asked keeping his hold on the mans hand and a foot on his back.

"Not in the least...." Talon panted out, fighting the pain coursing through his right arm. He tried to push himself up with his left hand, trying to find some way to fight back.

Devon gave a slight shove with his foot on the mans back keeping him planted to the ground.  "Look I know it's a pride thing... but I'm a trained Marine... Special Ops..."  Dev said softly.

"See this is why I don't bet against my brother..." Lydia shook her head and smirked.  "You know we shouldn't have said anything... because the poor doctor really didn't have a chance against Dev."

"Mmm, indeed," Rowan agreed. "But you've got to admit that the war of manly pride is one that is very amusing to watch."

"Yeah... pride whatever." Talon got enough leverage on his left arm and swung blindly behind himself with it. He hoped to atleast land a blow against Devon's head or to atleast distract him.

Devon just shook his head as the hand didn't even come close to his head.  "Look I really don't want to break you arm ok?"  Devon squeezed the mans pressure point slightly knowing it would hurt.

"So true..." Lydia looked around.  "All we need is some popcorn and some comfy chairs."

"Fu...." Talon panted out. His shoulder was already dislocated and now he could feel the tendons tearing in his arm.

"You might want to let him up, Devon," Rowan called. "He looks like he's about to pop his brain."

Devon finally dropped his arm and walked off towards the girls, he really didn't want to hurt the man.  "You shouldn't have suggested that..."  Devon looked at Lydia, she knew he was more trained than the poor doctor.

"Actually, I think I suggested it," Rowan stated before looking past him and over at Talon. "You ok, Doc?"

"Son of a bitch...."

"Sorry about that..." Dev said looking back at the doctor.  "You should have said uncle or stop..."

"That looks like it hurts..." Lydia glanced over at Talon before throwing Devon's shirt up at him.  "Put that on and stop flaunting your muscleness around..." Lydia make a disgusted like face at him.

Rowan tilted her head to the side slightly before climbing to her feet and wandering over to the doctor. "So that was a 'no' on the ok question, huh?" she said to him.

Devon just rolled his eyes at his sister and tossed his shirt over his shoulder before helping her to her feet, then made his way over to Talon who was still on the mat.  "Umm need some help?"

"That'd be a no." Talon said. He slowly started to prod at his shoulder. "Yeah, that'd be helpful. You might want to help me pop this back in." he stated.

"Ok," Devon shrugged it wasn't like he hadn't done it before.  Those kind things happened a lot in the military...it was a male ego thing.

"Or we could go see Doctor Evans instead," Rowan said, frowning.

"Or not. I think I'd prefer letting Devon here, popping it back in himself." Talon replied.

She rolled her eyes. Men.

"Yummy..." Lydia raised an eyebrow looking down at the doctor.

Devon helped Talon to his feet and placed his hand on top of the mans shoulder and grapped his arm.  He had done this before it was no big deal.  Hell he had done it to himself before.  "On three."

"Three...." Talon muttered. Bracing himself for the even more intense pain to shoot through his arm.

Devon rolled his eyes, that's not how it worked. "On my three..." He tired not to smirk. "One....." He noticed the doctor counting along with him. "Two." Devon pulled hard popping the arm back into place. You never did it on three it was like rule it was always on two so it was more unexpected.

"Son of a ....." Talon grunted out, feeling the joint popping back into it's proper place. He'd never dislocated anything like his shoulder before, fingers sure, but actual joints no.

"Well, that was neither smart nor impressive," Rowan stated, crossing her arms. She gave Talon a hard look. "Don't talk to me about health any more." She may not have really liked the guy, but she didn't want him to be hurt either. Manly pride may be amusing to watch, but it also pissed her off too.

"You're the one who made the request, just remember that smart ass." Talon replied straightening up.

"I apologize I should have stopped when I knew you weren't going to give in."  Devon explained to him.  "Sometimes I get carried away... blame the militarness."

"No, I should of tapped out when I felt the joint popping." Talon replied. "So call it fair."

Lydia raised an eyebrow at Talon.  Did he just call Ro a smart ass? "Ok so I think this is where everyone kinda goes off in their own little way."

"Yeah well, I think Rowan owes you twenty bucks too." Talon stated as he began to stretch out his shoulder. It was very tender, but he knew it'd be better to go ahead and get the stiffness out.

"How so?" Rowan questioned, frowning in annoyance.

"I heard you throw out that bet."

"I didn't accept her bet so she doesn't owe me anything..." Lydia explained.

"I bet on Devon so even if Lydia did accept the bet, it would Lyd who owes me money, not the other way around," Rowan pointed out before adding in a rather nasty tone, "You did lose after all."

Talon continued to stretch out his shoulder. "I stand corrected." he stated, finally stopping the movements of his shoulder.

"Maybe you should get that checked out or something..." Lyd watching Talon stretch his shoulder.

"I'll be fine. Your brother just put it back into place. I just need to stretch it out a bit so that it doesn't get all stiff. But thank you anyways."

"/You're/ the doctor," Rowan groused, not impressed at all. Men could seriously be /so/ stupid.

"Yes, I am. That's another reason why I'm not going to the medical lab. I don't need Dr. Evans to tell me what I already know. Thank you very much!" Talon replied. He walked over to the bench where his things were and bent over to pick up his shirt.

"Someone's got a little testy..." Lydia mumbled raising an eyebrow at Talon.

Talon sent a silent glare Lydia's way before pulling his shirt over his head. He managed to keep every wince under control, not allowing the others to see it.

"Don't glare at me mister..." Lyd shaked a finger at him slightly.

"No fights please..."  Devon shot a warning look in Lydia's direction.

"Not looking to start one at the moment, luckily." Talon replied.

"Me either..." Lydia crossed her arms.

Rowan shook her head. "Well, I feel sufficiently exercised," she said, walking over to where she had put her stuff. "I'm going to shower and then go back to work."

Talon nodded his head, effectively excusing himself as he headed for the showers. He'd step underneath the hot spray of the water and loosen up the rest of the muscles in his shoulder.

"I'm with you..." Lydia mumbled.  "Dev your coming over to our place for dinner tonight at 7.  And that's not a invite that's a must."  Lydia said looking over at her shoulder heading over to the bench to get her towel.

Devon just smirked and pulled on his t-shirt.  "I wouldn't miss it."  He smiled and looked at Talon who was walking away...he felt bad.

Rowan gave Devon an absentminded wave before grabbing her gear and heading out to the showers.

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Agent Rowan Wolfe, "Hellion"
Weapons Specialist
Timberwolves, A.P.O.

Agent Lydia Chadwick "Shadow"
Combat Specialist
Timberwolves, A.P.O

Agent Talon Helms "Dagger"
Doctor
Timberwolves, A.P.O.

Major Devon Chadwick "Inferno"
Infiltration Specialist/Sniper
Squints, A.P.O