A/N: Hello! This is a multi-fic chapter for the Powerpuff Girls television series. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls.

It's Kind of Like West Side Story

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Several gunshots fire in the shipyard's loading dock, the sound reverberating loudly against the metal crates. In the darkness and dim lights, two figures crouch, one on top of the metal crates and the other just below. The figure's blue eyes unhidden from the mask flashes as the figure carefully peeks from behind the crate. When the coast is clear, the figure moves fleetingly and the one on top of the metal crates follows after, jumping down and trailing after the blue-eyed figure with a precise quietness. It helps that they're clad in black as they wish to blend as much as possible in the darkness. Yet unfortunately, three guards suddenly pop out in front of them, brandishing their guns at the front, their fingers ready to pull the trigger.

"Stop where you are, Girls!" One of them roars arrogantly. However, the two figures glance at each other and then jump to roll forward to hide behind the nearest crates. The guards jump into action after a moment of shock, firing in front of them, but they recover quickly enough to stop and look around for the two figures in black. One of them curses and the arrogant guard yells at them to be quiet. Meanwhile, the figures clamber with an expert limberness behind the crates and sneakily crouches and trails on their hands and feet, stopping as they wait behind the crates at the guards' rears.

"Come out, come out, Girls." The arrogant guard calls in a mocking, taunting tone. "We promise not to hurt you!"

There's a tense moment of silence as the guards flex their fingers around the trigger and swallow down their nervousness (which they shouldn't be since they're supposed to be trained for this kind of thing). And then, silently, the two figures slip out from behind the crates, wrap their hands around the guards' chins and heads and twist it quickly. An audible snap of bone breaking echoes and softly, the bodies fall onto the ground, their guns clattering to the floor. The arrogant one is left standing in surprise and, was that fear? But he was quick to grit his teeth and he charges at the girls with a load roar. They sidestep and the blue eyed figure grabs at the arrogant guard, twists his arm and pins it to his back. A trail of sweat runs down the guard's neck as he struggles and screeches to be let go.

"If I were you," says the blue-eyed figure in the sweetest tone of voice, "I would have just kept my mouth shut." It's the last thing the arrogant guard hears before he glances up to find grass green eyes staring back at him and then nothingness.

The blue-eyed figure drops the body and claps her hands, dusting off the dirt from the dead body. "That takes care of that."

The green-eyed figure nods, mutters something under her breath and looks around then launches herself forward to continue on with their mission. The blue-eyed figure rushes after the other, hissing out for the other to slow down. It makes the other roll her eyes but she does relent, a little.

They slow down as they reach a grey, dull building with its outside lights flickering, as if uneasy. The two figures look at it in all its boring and so expected glory then start scaling the walls to the second floor window. They break into it easily—too easily—one of them thinks as they slip inside, their feet tapping ever so slightly on the cement floors as they land onto a crouch and stand up in a flourish. They pad carefully towards one of the doors, knowing that was the place where their mark hid. Judiciously, they turn the knob and open it, seeing their mark at the far front, his back turned to his intruders as he busies himself on his computer. The light from the portable electronic glows brightly around their mark and they silently make their way forward, stalking their prey and waiting for the right moment to pounce as they both brandish small knives, glinting dimly in the room. However, the moment is interrupted when the lights flash brazenly, distracting the two figures. They jump back, stepping into fighting stances as they shield their eyes from the light and hide their knives away.

"We meet again, Girls." A voice from the doorway says.

They turn and squint to find a tall figure in a mask coming in, followed by another in a mask and several guards. One of the girls swears and tenses further, curling her fingers into fists. She knows this would probably happen at some point and she definitely won't go out without a fight. She surveys the area quickly, spotting all the exit areas as she warily glares at the two tall men clad in black and the guards that surround them, the mark all but sitting in his spot, forgotten. Her partner next to her presses her lips into a thin line against her mask. It looks like they were going to have to switch to an improvised plan.

"You fell for our trap too, how convenient." The tall figure says as his piercing cobalt blue eyes searchingly stares at the two girls clad in black. Impressive, he thinks to himself as he steps forward a little. "Any last words?"

The green-eyed girl wants to spit at the other's face, but she can't, due to the mask covering almost the entirety of her head. Instead, she shakes her head and glances at her partner and inclines her head to the door, seeing as that there was nothing blocking it. Her partner catches this subtle motion and nods imperceptibly as a small escape plan formulates in her mind.

The tall, blue-eyed figure shrugs, unable to catch the small motions and places a hand up to signal the guards to ready their guns. "I can't say I'll miss having you Girls around to mess with our assignments again." He says nonchalantly with a bored expression. "Goodbye."

Yet, as the guards are about to fire, the blue-eyed girl yanks at one of the guns, pulls the guard forward and steals one of his flash grenades. She unpins it, chucking it in their direction while she makes a run for the door. This motion catches everyone by surprise as the flash grenade explodes, causes a piercing shriek and a jarring sound echoes in the small room. It disorients almost everybody and it catches the girls just slightly but they are able to bolt out of the room safely. The two men clad in black grit their teeth and cover their ears as the effects slowly ease away. But that doesn't stop them and they stand up, bearing the disorientation as they run out the door to chase after the girls in black. The guards follow suit as one by one they snap out of their confusion.

Meanwhile, the two girls sprint, hopping down from the second floor and onto one of the metal crates. Their footsteps ring against the metal as they softly breathe through their noses and try to escape their pursuers. The green-eyed girl's hand flies up to her ear and presses something and a small crackle pierces through as the earpiece comes to life.

"Cardinal, it's Blackbird." The green-eyed girl murmurs in annoyance. "The Boys trapped us but Nightingale created a diversion long enough for us to escape." She and her partner duck as the sound of gun fire echoes again and several bullets ricochet off the metal plates.

On the other side of the earpiece is a worried looking girl with bright amber eyes. She quickly types on her keyboard and she shifts her attention to one of the top corner screens. "I can't believe you made me sit out of this one, Blackbird." She responds while she makes a hand motion to somebody from behind her. "I thought you could handle it."

"Now isn't the time for that, Cardinal." The green-eyed girl hisses out while looking behind her, only to find that more guards were chasing after them now and at the head of them are the two men clad in black. Fuck, she thinks as she drops down and runs along the cement tops of the dock with the blue-eyed girl, who's looking a bit panicky and gazes pleadingly at the green-eyed girl, as if to say, Can you please get us out of here, now?

The girl on the other sides exhales. "Alright," she says with finality as she maneuvers several windows on her computer and types up several more things. "I've sent a chopper on your way. Just keep running for about a few more minutes and then you'll have to listen to my directions."

"A few minutes, Cardinal?" She whispers harshly against her earpiece in disbelief, "We don't have a few minutes!"

"Blackbird, you will have to deal with that. As you know, there has yet to be choppers that can fly at supersonic speeds."

"Augh, just—whatever, fine." She grumbles reluctantly. "Nightingale and I will split up. Make sure you talk to her." She adds as she slaps at the blue-eyed girl's hand and taps at the side of her ear, signaling for her to turn up her earpiece.

The blue-eyed girl takes a breath and presses at her earpiece, wincing a bit as the static crackles against her ears. "This is Nightingale. What's up, Cardinal?"

The girl on the other side starts explaining their plan and she nods quickly, looking over at the green-eyed girl with determination. Once the voice on her earpiece finishes explaining, she makes a noise of confirmation. The green-eyed girl glances back at her and with one more look, they jump and split up. The blue-eyed girl forks over to the right while the other swings left. This brings definite puzzlement to their pursuers, but they think it'll be easier to catch them now that they could easily overpower the girls with one versus fifty (at the least) people.

"I'll take the right and you'll take the left." The cobalt blue-eyed man tells the other figure. The other figure shoots him a glare with his dark, forest green eyes before he relents and signals some other men to follow him as he ducks left and chases after the other girl.

The chase is a bit longer than the girls expect it to be as they find their pursuers split up as well. They trail after them like a group of rabid dogs after their next meal and the girls are more determined than ever to lose their trails. Most of the guards holler at them to stop or shoot at them wildly, but that only riles up the two girls and one of them, the green-eyed one, was able to trip them up. She's able to swing up onto one of the cranes and climb onto the nearest guard, grabbing at his gun as she hits him hard on the head. Jumping off, she starts shooting before using the gun as a baseball bat when it runs out of ammunition and hits the guards at their weak points. Of course, she throws the gun at the tall man after her and leaps gracefully to her feet, landing and springing back to her feet in one quick motion. The tall man after her sidesteps and clenches his teeth in irritation but in excitement as well. He always loves a good chase after all.

Meanwhile, her blue-eyed collaborator tries her best not to confront any of the guards, especially the tall man with the same color eyes as her. Instead, she uses many evasion tactics, slipping and sliding all over the place and hiding in the shadows and soundlessly clambering over obstacles. However, it was a bit difficult to shake off her pursuers as the one who leads them is quick to notice her movements and predict part of her stratagems as he often uses them himself. It brings a tiny smile on his face. A good challenge is something he likes every now and again and this girl, well, she is a definite challenge.

Thankfully though, the girl on the earpiece finally speaks again after what seems like an eternity and starts handing out instructions to both her teammates. The two are quick to follow, desperate to escape from this hellhole. They maneuver themselves around the dock until they converge towards one of the piers. They nod at each other and both glance back as they spot their pursuers converging as well and still sprinting after them like mad men.

However, a loud whirring noise interrupts them from their reverie and they glance up to find their savior finally come to save them. Clamping their teeth together, both girls bolt, using this opportunity to find momentum as their feet push at the ground. They spring up along the large metal crates and finally, they manage to vault themselves over to the rope ladders hanging from the chopper. They wrap their fingers securely around one of the rungs and swing their bodies onto the ladders as they find their footing. Both girls pant, catching their breaths while they look behind them. The green-eyed girl can't help but raise her hand and flip them off with an irritated glare as they fly away. Take that, losers.

Below, their pursuers glower up at them in anger and annoyance. The tall, green-eyed figure in black flips the girl back which earns him a swat to the shoulder from the other figure beside him. The blue-eyed man holds up a hand to signal his squad not to fire at the helicopter as they spot the large machine gun aimed at their group while the chopper turns and flies away safely.

After a moment of silence, the green-eyed man glances at the man next to him. "You know, Khan's gonna be pissed when he finds out that you let the Girls go, right?"

The blue-eyed man scrunches his nose up a bit at this and then levels the other with a stare. "You know, the mark's still alive, right?" He shoots back with a hint of smugness, "So I'm pretty sure Khan wouldn't mind if the Girls escaped."

The green-eyed man's eyebrows shoot up slightly as the corner of his lips quirk up into a smirk, "Touché, Churchill, touché."

"Thanks, I try." He replies with a little pride. "We should get back now and check on the mark. We kinda left him there by himself."

"Shit, you're right." Then he shrugs in nonchalance, "Eh, I don't really give a shit. You go check on him."

It makes the blue-eyed man sigh in exasperation, "Fine, but you're telling Khan what happened." He spits back as he turns on his heel and starts for the grey building.

"Aw shit, really?" The green-eyed man grunts in annoyance and then pulls out his phone from his pocket, speed dialing a certain number. Once the ringing stops and a small noise filter through the speakers, he opens his mouth, "So listen, Khan. It's Hannibal." He kicks at the dirt as he continues to speak, inclining his head slightly.

"Yeah, the mark's doin' fine, man." He looks up at the clouded night sky whilst trotting along the pier, "The Girls? Uh, about that…"

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A/N: Yeah, I know it's pretty ambiguous from the beginning, but I'm a pretty big fan of doing that. I'm definitely taking off the ambiguity and keeping it as clear as possible in the next chapter. I hope it wasn't too confusing for anyone. I had to rewrite that a bunch of times, heh.

The rating will remain 'M' just to be safe. I'm not sure how far I'll get into it, but since it's a Mercenary/Assassins AU of sorts, I don't want to risk anything too graphic. Also, a little warning: I don't currently have a beta at the moment, so there may be some mistakes.

Anyhow, I'll try my best to update soon! Please do drop some Reviews. It'd be greatly appreciated!

Until next time!