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Once in the vehicle, Hugh sat back in his seat and watched the door close. It was time to get back into the game. They were going on a mission that was going to require more subtlety than he actually practiced. Hugh was used to rolling in, squad at his back, guns blazing; but that was not how the upper echelons wanted this mission to go. They needed to be careful, and quiet, to grab the information they needed and get out of there, hopefully without too much attention. Thankfully Hugh was not only versatile but adaptable. He was certain that he and Ranger would be effective, he was just curious what degree of success they would achieve.

At the admission from Ranger about still being used to being a “beautiful woman”, Hugh turned to look upon them. It was true that oftentimes he laid it on pretty thick with anyone he found attractive. But for Ranger he wasn’t quite sure what to say. The majority of their interactions had been work-related or joking quips. There was rarely a serious conversation between them unless it had to do with a mission.

The silence going on a tick longer than he thought, Hugh snorted and turned to look back out the window again. ”They can take their best shot…” he started to say and then grinned devilishly. ”...besides, we both know that I would look drop dead gorgeous as a woman. Mystic’s lower half would probably explode the second he saw me. Easiest arrest yet.”

Turning back to the window, Hugh watched the rest of the world go by as he sat in the quiet, preparing for the mission ahead.

The drive was quicker than he thought it would be but it still was plenty of time. He managed to reach out to Paprika again. She didn’t care for how last minute the notice had been to take over the job, on top of having bogus caterers who were really agents in disguise. But with some calming words he had managed to smooth things out with promises that she would be in and out with reputation intact.

The flashing lights caught his attention first. Cameras and an upcoming red carpet. The agent could only grin a little at that. He did love to be the center of attention. Then his mood soured only the slightest bit when Ranger referred to his codename for the evening. He would get Sabine back for that later.

But, he still grinned and bowed his head. ”Trust me, nothing will top achievement as Most Clicked Video in October on AdultHug. Whoever recorded me fighting that invisible mutant while I was in the nude definitely knew both my good sides.”

With a wink Hugh waited for the door to open and climbed out. As soon as he did he landed with precision, closed and buttoned his jacket and waved as a slew of photography flashes erupted in front of him. Hugh was all smiles though, waving, grinning, offering a quick pose or two. Maybe he was a peacock. But, he didn’t remain in that state for too long and instead offered his arm to help Ranger out from the vehicle.

Under his voice he whispered so only she could hear. ”Come along Ms.Rostova. Your public awaits.”

So his charm was a little difficult to turn off. Sue him. In all fairness, it was Hugh’s general state of mind to ask a pretty girl out and Ranger made a pretty damn pretty girl. The briefest thoughts of Paprika, Ranger, and Gage sprawled out around him on a silk bed had flashed through his mind just long enough for it to come partially spilling out upon his tongue. Ranger had caught onto that and therefore the teasing was justified. Ah well. It was a risk taken when you had an Id led brain. But, whatever. Hugh was not one to censor his behavior or apologize. Learn to work around it or don’t, it never really mattered to him.

But he was serious. A double date with some kickass people? Who wouldn’t want that? Hugh chuckled to himself at the idea of going out with both Ranger and Gage and when Ranger agreed (partially), gave her the thumbs up.

Hugh was as still as possible, letting Karl work to finish up the fit of his own clothing. He knew the drill by this point and made the obviously most intelligent decision to not upset a man holding a needle so close to his crotch.

Hugh’s mind was a fortune cookie of wisdom.

When all was done, he nodded, agreeing to the fit and stepped aside. In the two seconds it took Karl to take his eyes off of him and demand they not return the outfits will blood stains or bullet holes, Karl (and Ranger) would turn to find Hugh had produced a folding pocket knife from somewhere and was already in the process of gently stabbing the fabric of his coat in order to test its defensive capabilities.

”Promise…” said Hugh in a distant, almost not-listening way. But, his attention back to Ranger, he grinned and collapsed his knife, slipping it back into whichever holster he had it. ”Hey, my second favorite letters and my favorite color. What’s not to like?” he grinned.

Of course everyone knew his first favorite letters…M…I…L…F…

Honestly, the Don Mick series was seriously Hugh's favorite. Not only was it an action packed bullet storm of a movie, but it was almost like they had taken the storyline straight out of his own life! Well, except for the dog, the retired assassin bit, and dead wife. But other than those minor things it was like looking into a mirror on screen! Hugh often wondered if maybe the film studio would eventually just walk up to his office and demand that he star in the rest of the movies. After all, Mr. Reaves was good and all…but Hugh? He was the guy.

However, all joking aside, he cackled at Karl's comment. Such a Karl thing to say. What was important, and what he heard first, was that the dinner jacket was done! Hugh snapped his fingers with excitement and made his way over to the table, whistling at Ranger as he passed.Sna Snatching up the jacket and the rest of the outfit, Hugh slipped behind a changing curtain and started to undress.

Another bark of a laugh escaped his throat as he changed. Ranger unfortunately being left out of the cool tool club, and their response, made the soldier chuckle. ”Don't worry your pretty lily head, Ranger! Big strong Hughie will keep you safe.”

That was B.S. of course. Everyone in SUPER knew that if there was one person who didn't need protecting, it was Ranger, a point proven in their last arm wrestling match (his arm was still sore). But Hugh liked to think of himself as a funny guy. And a funny guy cracks jokes to help lighten everyone's mood. Even someone like Karl.

A few moments later Hugh would come out of the dressing area, the monkey suit quite to perfect. Black slacks, a white collar dress shirt, shiny black shoes and a dangerous protective dinner jacket to match. Fixing his bowtie, Hugh posed and turned before facing the mirror to preen. In the reflection he looked at the others.

”Please, everyone…” he winked and adjusted the coat. ”...don't forget to breathe.”

Hugh sighs discontentedly as he looks upon the fake ID again. Drew Peacock. It had to be Sabine’s work. Don’t get it wrong, it was a good pull. Honestly he was sad he didn’t think of it first to give to a subordinate himself. It was all in good fun, really, but he would have to make sure to think of a surefire way to get her back. Maybe something involving tiny confetti of drooping @$%# and filling every inch of her office with them?

Lovely idea, really. But back to the matter at hand. After finding his extra shirt in a cabinet drawer (finally), Hugh proceeded to slip it on over his lean, but muscular frame, covering himself up fully in front of Ranger. Shame. He hated getting dressed so quickly in front of a pretty face. But a happy married face he had to respect.

Hugh cackles a bit at the anecdote about the camo panties. That sounded like Karl alright. He could only shake his head afterwards. ”Agreed. Some people only have taste in their mouth,” he laments. ”He’s pretty cross with me since my government issued attire keeps getting blasted off my body,” he laughs. ”Not my fault they can’t stand the heat.”

With a sigh he finishes looking over the file before shrugging and grabbing his phone. He had a few numbers memorized. What was the name of that saucy redhead that worked in catering? Angie? Sheila? Oh wait! He remembered now. After taking a moment to dial the phone, he holds his finger up to Ranger to gesture for her to be quiet, and then speaks over the phone once it is picked up.

”Ah yes…is mademoiselle Paprika there?” he asks over the line. His expression then turns into a wide, almost feral grin. ”Ahhhhh there you are my little spice blend…” He exudes charm over the phone. After some playful back and forth that makes it sound like he is trying to get on her good side after not contact her for awhile, Hugh continues. ”Yes…next weekend. Of course, chere! But listen, I may need your help with something now…”

So Hugh had a bit of a reputation. It was well known that the three-legged SUPER agent had the unfortunate reputation of A.) often being caught naked on camera, and B.) Absolutely flirting with anything and everything that moved. Often when new people were transferred into the department, they were warned ahead of time of this man's particular endeavor, but they were also told that he didn't cross any inappropriate lines. Hugh was more bark than bite but he was still a good agent and could be relied on in the field no matter how one felt about him. So it was of no surprise that he didn't outright recognize the now female-gendered Hunter, and definitely of no surprise that the flirtations would begin.

At least that is until Hunter revealed himself and Hugh looked at the unopened file on in his inbox. Oops.

"Ah...I was out on field all morning. Had not read the reports yet." Ziiiip! Pants once more are back up and closed. However he still seems to be taking his time getting a shirt on. "KMn, yes?" He asks walks over to take up the file that had been in his inbox. "Do they have preference on how they want us to go in?"

Now this was awkward. Things with the mutants had been going pretty quietly these days. Yeah there were those criminal ones that tried to make an easier life for themselves by bending the rules, but thankfully that was why an organization like SUPER existed. Today, for example, there was some mutant "mastermind" who called himself "Acidrose". Some blob-like fellow who wanted to get back at the world by melting his way through a couple of local bank vaults. The guy was disgusting with rotund, semi-transparent body and only his bones floating around inside. The police and even the MRC were having a tough time so they had to call in the real heroes.

Of course that means the X-Men! But even they get caught in traffic, even in that stupid jet of theirs. So, in the mean time, SUPER, and one of their star agents had arrived on the scene.

Yes. Hugh Manning was there!

Hugh was often tasked with taking on the seemingly impossible for normal humans to handle but he always seemed to find a way through the impossible; after all, why do you think he was at the Mystic attack on the mansion? And this case seemed to be no different. Regular weaponry such as rifles, grenades, smoke bombs, none of it seemed to work! But thanks to persistence and trial and error, Hugh had the perfect answer: a base-infused quick foam! The concoction, which was good to slowing down crowds, would be perfect for stopping this blob-like mutant! The only thing was that it required a bit more closeness than any but Hugh were willing to partake in.

It was not a pretty sight. In the end Hugh's plan worked and they had managed to stop Acidrose, but at a great cost -- Hugh's clothing. It seems that Acidrose's blob-like substance was very acidic and quickly ate non-organic material. His clothing, being more manufactured fibers, quickly suffered. So of course than meant a walk of shame in nothing but a coat and hanging-by-a-string boxers back to headquarters.

That was where Hugh was now. In his office, dressed in fresh, heart-patterned boxers with pants pulled up past his hips but the zipper all the way down and open. He was just pulling a shirt off a nearby coatrack when he turned to see a rather charming beauty peering in through his doorway. Now, Hugh is known as a bit of a lothario, so the military man quickly grins, little caring for modesty, and nods his head.

"Ah, hello dere!" He grins. "Mission bussies? Are I not de lucky one." He still has not zipped up his pants. "You, mademoiselle, are?"