Welcome to my more serious fanfiction featuring all your favourites that I absolutely do not own and am not making money from. Please read and review this short teaser of a prologue and I'll get back to you with the first chapter.
A Pirate's Life for Me
Prologue
When Ricardo "Ranger" Manoso knocked on my apartment door asking for my help with a case, I never imagined it would lead to this. I stood in the centre of the football field covered only by a tiny skirt and a tight fitting top that left my mid drift bare. Around me were peppy college girls dressed identically to me and guys in uniforms the same colour. The cold air drifted over my exposed flesh, making me shiver and I tried to concentrate on my upcoming task. The music started and I immediately got into position. My body was moving almost independently of my mind, but I was used to that by now. What I wasn't used to was the high pitched squeal ringing through my head.
"Does anyone else hear a squealing noise?" I asked aloud, though I wasn't sure if I was asking the cheerleaders dancing around me or the men on the other end of the comm. system in my ear. Either way, the answer was negative, which meant it was just me. Great. Trying to ignore the sound, I cartwheeled across the group, ending in a front flip that landed me with a foot in the hand of each of the two waiting male cheerleaders.
"I have a visual," Tank's voice cut across the constant chatter on the earpiece. "Cal, Bobby, Hank, come in from the left down the bleachers to the fifth row. Junior and Hank, come from the right."
The chatter returned as I was launched into the air, allowing my body to manoeuvre itself to complete the turns and twists necessary for the routine. I was halfway through the first twist of a move called the double down when the shouting started. I had no idea what was going on but it didn't sound good. The squealing got louder in direct proportion to the commotion coming from the earpiece. I was getting dizzy, still spinning through the air. Suddenly there was a small pop in my head and everything went black. I hadn't even reached my catcher's arms.