Two Weeks Later.....
Amila grunted jabbing each punch after punch at the boxing bag. Her hair up in a high ponytail, she wore a black sports bra and black sweatpants. She waited on Rocket to train, since it has been a long while since she's been back at HQ, so she wanted to be in tip-top shape. She gazed over at Rocket to see he was ready to spar with her.
Amila hopped up inside the ring, cracking her knuckles and neck, she rolled her shoulders, glancing at Rocker, she gave a firm nod before charging with a clean left and right combo punch. He grunted as her jabs got harder and a bit painful for him,
"Is that Amila?"
"I didn't know she was returning today?"
"She looks different"
She turns her head side eyeing her team before punching Rocket in his ribs before pulling on his forearm and launched him right over her shoulder,
"Whoa...", she put him in arm bar submission and he tapped out.
Amila dropped his arm, standing up, she exhaled gazing at her team who were shocked. She turned to Rocker holding a hand out for him,
"Thanks for the warm up, man", she said helping him up as he winced with a grunt,
"Yup...no problem", he muttered walking away holding onto his back.
She smirked hopping out of the ring, she sees Hondo approach from her right and she tries to ignore him and walk past but he grabs her arm stopping her,
"Hey, kid", he says.
Amila looked down at his hand with an eyebrow raised before he pulled his hand back,
"What?", she looked into his eyes.
Hondo could feel the tension rolling off her in waves and he motioned for the others to continue on. They walked by not sparing her a glance,
"How have you been?", he asked gently crossing his arms.
Amila starts to unwrap her hand,
"It's funny...now y'all care", she scoffed walking past him,
"Amila, wait...hey", Hondo stopped her.
Amila rubbed her face tiredly,
"Hondo...just stop. I'm not here to socialize with the people who I thought were my family. I'm here to do my job that's it. That being said...if it ain't about work..do not talk to me", she firmly said, walking off.
Hondo deeply frowned watching her as she walked past Lynch who greeted her but didn't say a word back,
"Is everything all right with her?", she asked crossing her arms.
Hondo nods, "she just had a rough few months", he answered leaving the conversation at that.
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Stepping inside the locker room, Amila tossed her towel off to the side near the benches. She took a seat, pulling out her phone, she pressed on Marcos's name and waited till he answered.
"Hey..", she shortly says looking down at the floor.
"Hey, Hermosa, how's everything?", Marcos voice spoke through the receiver.
Amila sighs, "to be honest, I don't know...I don't think I can do this", she says playing with the string on her combat pants.
Marcos told one of his boys to leave then she hears a door shut,
"What happened?", he asked.
Amila stood up pacing the locker room,
"The team. They can't just all pretend to care now and expect me to be good with that just cause they feel a type of way", she ranted.
Marcos chuckled,
"Breathe baby...you know, your stubborn, right?", he says. Amila leaned against her locker with a heavy sigh,
"Marcos...", but he cuts her off, "listen to me babe...", he spoke as she kept her mouth shut,
"It ain't gonna be easy to work with them right now and it'll probably take a while and it'll be frustrating but you got this...just do what you do and you bring your ass home to me", he finished.
Amila closed her eyes, a small smile made its way to her face,
"You getting soft on me, Guzman", she teased, earning a laugh from him,
"One day...you'll be Mrs. Guzman", he tells her softly which Amila blushed to,
"Mrs. Guzman huh? You want to marry me?", she looks up towards the ceiling.
Marcos chuckled,
"Baby, I'll marry you and then maybe, we could have our own little me and you's running around", he tells her softly.
Amila kicked at the ground, her heart beating wildly in her chest,
"I'd love that", she glanced towards the door hearing footsteps and voices, "we'll talk more once my shift ends. I'll meet you out front", she hears him shuffle around,
"Alright, Hermosa. Be safe...I love you".
Amila sees Luca enter first followed by the others,
"I love you to, bye", she hung up her phone putting it back inside her locker. The team suddenly went quiet as they went to their lockers. Neither of them knew what to say. Amila put on her shirt, placing her phone in her pocket.
"Hey, uh, Amila...we missed you at the barbecue", Chris spoke up as the others gazed over at Amila.
Amila closed her locker, glancing at Chris, no words came out and she just left.
Street frowned,
"Like that wasn't harsh", he retorted.
Luca slammed his locker shut,
"Can't blame her alright... we all have a part in not being there for her when she needed us. I think it's time we start owning up to that", he states before walking off.
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Amila took a seat at the break room table not paying any kind to the others as well as Luca and some lady cooking some delicious food. She could see how bad Luca wanted to talk to her but she pretty much wasn't making it any easy for them.
"This one is Chile relleno. It's a bel pepper stuffed with veggies and meat, dipped in, uh...Butter?", he looked at the woman who corrected him,
"Egg batter".
Luca chuckled, "egg batter. Right. And then you fry it, and you want to wash it down with tepache. Taste this, Deac", he hands Luca a cup of juice,
"It's pineapple", he stated.
Amila rolled her eyes at the table taking a sip of her lemonade that Marcos's abuela made for her in the morning before she headed out to work. She blocked out the teams conversation, till she heard Luca explain about a food truck and pretty much had it planned out. He hands Deacon, Chris, Tan and Street a copy of the details and costs,
"Look, I know I'm springing this on you guys out of the blue, but just look it over, check it out, tell me what you think...I mean this could be the next big thing, man", he chuckled walking over to the lady at the stove.
Amila could see their reactions of doubts,
"It's not hard to tell him you can't do it", she stands tossing her rubbish in the trash, "oh wait, you don't want to hurt his feels right...but then again, you all know just how to do that, right", she sassed walking out throwing up a piece sign.
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Amila was seated next to Deacon in Black Betty as they got called out to Martin West Psychiatric Hospital where a bunch of nut bags were roaming everywhere in the building. They climbed out of Black Berry entering the hospital,
"All right, remember, these people are not in their right mind. Unless a life is in immediate danger, we go with non lethal force the whole way today. This ain't over until everyone in there is safely restrained", Hondo explained motioning Deacon forward. Deacon placed a charge on the glass, each one of them backing up,
"three, two, one".....
The glass shattered and they slowly walked through unbeknownst what they were getting into.
