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A/N: My Writer's block has come to a dramatic close! This is a mock-Sue fic, which will mean more to three certain girls than to anyone else. They know who they are. :D
Lauraleese, Annabeth, Sarahfina and Clairetta, the four best Lightning Knights in the Sixth Dimension, cautiously walked into a dingy backstreet bar. They were, of course, there on official business, but none of the patrons guessed due to the girls' skill for deep cover. The building was gloomy and crowded, and a haze of smoke hovered near the ceiling. The customers inside nursed their beers and brooded silently, looking up in surprised delight as the young women passed.
Lauraleese wore an off-the-shoulder sky blue top and tight white trousers, colours that set off her perfect blond hair, which was pulled back into a strict French roll. Her shapely eyes danced with barely contained mirth as she smiled at the bartender. She held him captive with her facial expression just long enough to flick a hidden switch on the wide silver bangle she wore. The device she had hidden inside would now record any conversation without him knowing.
"Excuse me," Annabeth's silky voice broke into the bartender's concentration, and he turned to look at her.
Her tall, willowy figure was adorned with a long, red top that reached her knees, and black trousers underneath. A darling hat sat perfectly on her dark bob, causing her hair to frame her face. The long earrings she wore caught the dingy lighting of the pub and reflected it in brilliant beams, surrounding her head with a halo of lights. A beautiful golden bird perched on her shoulder, and her deep, forest green eyes held the bartender's as she spoke to him.
"My friends and I," she gestured with long, graceful fingers towards the other Knights. "Were hoping for some information."
"Were you now?" the bartender regarded them through sleazy eyes. "Information on what?"
"We want to find someone," she took a subtle step back as the bartender leaned closer to her. "Isn't that right, Sarahfina?"
"Certainly," Sarahfina took Annabeth's place in front of the bar, her tight, just-above-knee length skirt and crisp white shirt exuding a sense of business-like strictness, while still displaying her curvy figure in a flattering manner. Her smooth, flowing hair was drawn into a ponytail, and her deep eyes spoke of unfathomable intelligence and knowledge in the ways of the worlds. Her pointed ears identified her as an elf, and her fair complexion added to her look of daintiness.
"This man," she materialised a photo of a plump, ageing man with deep-set eyes and a mop of greying hair. "Do you know where we can find him?"
"Well," the bartender rubbed his stubbled chin, then looked up at the young women. "Around here, information costs."
"I see," Sarahfina stepped back, and the four young women gathered in a circle.
"He wants money?" Annabeth asked.
"He wants payment," Sarahfina replied. "I doubt that money is on the top of his list, but he'd probably settle for it."
"I'm sure he could be talked into spilling," the youngest member of the group, Clairetta, spoke up. One hand rested casually on her whip handle, and her tight leather bodysuit outlined her form perfectly. She had five studs climbing up her left ear, and a small snake adorned the corner of her right eye. Her hair was pulled into a bun on either side of her head and held in place by chopsticks. As well as the whip, she carried a large, flat bladed knife in a sheaf on her belt.
"You heard HQ," Lauraleese reminded her, temporarily shutting off the wrist device. "We're to keep this as non-violent as possible."
"I can recall them telling us not to use the money they provided for anything questionable," Annabeth added. "Which leaves us in a rather difficult position."
The young women's discussion was interrupted by a painful wailing. Clairetta drew her knife as they all spun to face the sound. They couldn't help but notice that most of the patrons at the bar were staring at them in open admiration, but they didn't pause to acknowledge this as they searched for the source of the dreadful noise. Clairetta was quick to sheath her knife when they realised that it was a man standing on a small stage and singing. A sign above his head read 'Talent Competition, tonight. Win cash!'.
The four young Knights looked at one another, their eight beautiful eyes lighting up as the same idea spread like wildfire through their minds.
"If we don't use HQ's money, they can't complain!" Lauraleese summed up what they were all thinking.
Soon after the four girls and Acacia Moon, Annabeth's golden bird, bustled around a dressing room backstage.
"We should all be wearing matching outfits under our regular clothes," Annabeth reminded her co-workers as she pulled off her top.
Sure enough, when the four stepped onto the stage, they were all dressed in tight black leather shorts and midriff baring halter-tops, and all had their hair loose. They walked confidently over to the instruments that sat conveniently on stage, already plugged in and tuned up.
Lauraleese picked up the electric guitar, Annabeth sat at a drum kit, Sarahfina stood at a keyboard, and Clairetta took up the base guitar.
As the wild catcalls from the audience died down, Annabeth tapped the tin surround of a drum and called out, "A one, a two, a one two three!"
She and Clairetta then began pounding out a heavy beat, before Lauraleese and Sarahfina jumped in with their instruments. The four then leaned towards their microphones and began singing, perfectly in tune.
"Ooooo Ohhh Ooooo, Ohhh Ooooo Ohhh!"
Before long, everyone in the bar was standing, some waving their arms, some dancing, and some even trying to sing along.
Acacia Moon flew amongst the audience, a large jar held in her talons and quickly being filled with money.
The Knights played three songs before leaving the stage, leaving the disappointed audience, to return to their brooding and beers.
The women didn't even bother to dress before taking the money from Acacia Moon. Lauraleese thumped the jar onto the counter in front of the bartender, who jumped slightly, overwhelmed by her powerful aura.
"About that man . . . ?"
Annabeth, Sarahfina and Clairetta stood behind her, their arms folded across their bountiful chests, and their hips tipped in an attractive yet determined manner.
"Uh, sure, sure girls!" the bartender licked his lips, and his eyes shifted nervously about the room "Follow me." He led them around the back of the bar, and into a dark alley way outside. "Wait here, I'll be right back with the information you wanted." He disappeared back through the door.
The women glanced up and down the passage. As well as the door they had come through, the other end finished with a brick wall.
"Careful, girls," warned Sarahfina. "This could be at trap."
"Yeah, no kidding," Clairetta fingered the handle of her knife as she glanced around.
There was a shrill beeping, and Lauraleese glanced up. "My Thugware detects twelve large life forms coming our way. Prepare for battle!"
Just at that moment, the door was flung open, and hit the opposite wall with a bang. Twelve large thugs filed through, and the Knights lined up to meet them.
Hit me, girls. Well the little button down there, at least. :P