Hello fans of Scorpion! I hope you enjoy the first chapter to my fanfic! There is more to come and I hope you like it, as well as be patient when it comes to updates. Also, thisbecome a crossover with Avengers...eventually...not now, but eventually, like, far into the future. Just a fair warning:P
"Ok, team, Ryder, Ellis, T, and Bart, you guys are on the front line, you charge as soon as you hear the bang. Rylie and Opie, you two are our snipers, can you handle that?"
Rylie rolled her eyes and glanced at Opie before returning her gaze to Norman. "Do you really need to ask?"
Norman grinned as Rylie adjusted her M16 on her shoulder and turned back to the team.
"Alright, we ready to kick some ass?!" Norman cheered. He thrusted his fist in the air, punching the darkness, and the flashing colorful lights reflected off his glasses.
Ryder clasped Norman's shoulder with his hand not holding his own M16.
"Norman, pal, you do know this is just laser tag, right?" Ryder chuckled. Rylie and Opie giggled in amusement as Norman frowned at Ryder.
"Yea, but we've already won three games in a row! We beat those giant football players in three minutes! That's a new record." Norman gushed excitedly. The group glanced at one another, judging Norman on how all too excited he was about laser tag. It wasn't really a coincidence that their team was winning. Ryder and Rylie sent each other guilty looks as they thought the same thing.
While the rest of their team members weren't paying attention, Ryder re-programmed his and Rylie's laser guns to take two lives at a time instead of just one. They wanted the shooting to be more realistic.
"Let's keep this good luck coming, right?" T laughed and stuck his arm out. "On three?"
They all nodded in agreement as they stuck their hands in the circle.
"One...two…three! CHILDREN OF THE CORN!"
The team dispersed into the darkness and field filled with blow up structures. Rylie and Opie took the positions they hid in the first couple of games and armed their weapons. The front lines took their positions closer to the opposing team and waited for the music to start.
BANG!
The music blasted through the small arena, nearly blocking out the battle cries of the Team Children of the Corn as they charged toward the other team. Rylie laughed at Norman shouting commands and none of their teammates listened. She enjoyed the short-lived adrenaline rush she received just thinking about taking down the opposing team. Fighting was such a thrill to her.
"Rylie!"
Rylie looked over her shoulder toward the vague shadow of Opie's head. The glow of her vest and gun shined over the blow up block and she could see Opie gesturing to the sidelines.
Half of their team was out, so the snipers were up. She took a quick look over at the opposing teams side and only two of their members were out. Rylie poked her head out and raised her weapon. She had twelve shots and the reload button was right next to the trigger. She was ready.
Rylie waited for the precise moment her target was going to pop out and shot with rapid fire. Opie did the same and within a minute the opposing team was down to three players.
"Rylie, I'm out!" Opie called to her friend. "Ryder's still in!"
Rylie nodded and grinned as she looked for her brother. Behind the masses of air filled shapes she could not find her brother, and she was cornered.
"Ryder?" She called.
"Yea?" Rylie whirled around to find her brother crouched behind a circular blow up five feet away from her. She saw her brother waiting for her, waiting for her command. She was the one that always came up with their strategies after all.
Rylie blocked out the roaring music and shouting teammates and stared at the grey color of the blow up triangle she was hiding behind. She had memorized the layout of the arena once they entered the room so she scanned it in her mind.
There are eight members on a team. Two of ours are left, the other has three…they don't want to be taken out all at once, they're waiting for us to show ourselves… they wouldn't hide in the front, that leaves the four blow ups in the back. They're in the back they've cornered themselves. Rylie's train of thought rushed through her mind within seconds. Laser tag is a simple game for the twins, so coming up with a strategy wouldn't be too hard because it is also a very limited game.
"Go on the outside." Rylie told Ryder. "We need to weed them out, get on the end and start shooting. It will get them into a panic and they'll poke out, that's when I'll shoot. Go."
With that Ryder made his way to the outside of the arena and began firing. Rylie remained in her place with her gun, she held it as if it were a sniper rifle, and waited for the next victim.
Two hours passed since the twins won the laser tag game and the team decided to go out for celebratory ice cream. The twins had no doubt they were going to lose, they never do.
"We need to do that more often," Opie gushed. "That's way too much fun!"
"We kicked asses too!" T added. "Ya gotta love a good ass kicking, especially when it's not ours."
The conversation about how great they were went on and on, Rylie and Ryder had lost interest in the conversation long ago…they both stared aimlessly out the windows of the ice cream parlor. Rylie had made the discovery a while ago that as long as they had many people around, they would all keep each other entertained without bothering her or her brother. She also knew that her brother was awful with social interactions, so this was a way of making him social without having to be social.
"Rylie."
Rylie quickly looked up from staring at her empty bowl of ice cream and stared at Ryder. He didn't say anything; he just stared over her shoulder. She then followed his gaze to find a man in a nice suit walk into the parlor.
Why the hell would a man in a suit walk into a parlor? Rylie turned back around and grinned at herself. That sounded like the beginning to a horrible joke. Her thoughts quickly went south as her eyes widened and stared directly at Ryder…they shared the same anxious looks.
"He's not a college recruiter, Rylie." Ryder whispered harshly. They were only juniors in high school, but yet all of the big name smarty pants schools wanted Ryder, because he had the 'science'-y brain, the one that could hack any and all things, while Rylie stood in his shadow, with her more visual and artistic mind, which allowed her to photographically memorize anything. No one seemed to be interested in that.
"Government." Rylie murmured. "Black SUV parked around back a few minutes ago. There will be another sitting in the truck." She stared out the window to see the exact SUV. But no one was in it. Something was wrong. Rylie was always right.
She stared at the reflection in the window and casually snuck glances without looking suspicious at the other people in the room, besides their own group. Three other people dressed in casual clothing were whispering to themselves from different corners of the room.
They were being followed.
Rylie's pulse started to race frantically. These people planned this. They planned for her to see the man in the suit and have them leave the parlor.
Hesitantly, she sucked in a deep breath, gathered her thoughts…and smiled.
"Hey, Norman." Rylie grabbed her friend's arm and moved closer to the group. "You know that new game you're play? Black Ops? We should all have a tournament, thing, ya know?"
Ryder followed suit with his sister's act by placing his arm above Opie's head, along the head of the chair. "Yea, I heard there's a tournament for that game in San Francisco, we should go."
And so the twins immersed themselves into the 'normals', attempting to hide themselves. This would only last for so long.
"Hey, Bart," Ryder pulled out a bill from his wallet and handed it to his friend. "Get us a round of milkshakes, on me."
The group cheered, and as they cheered Rylie took in the scene behind them. The followers were growing weary; they were confused and trying to collect themselves. Rylie excused herself from the table and made her way passed one of the followers, managing to catch little of what he said before he realized she was walking passed him. He was larger than the others, more sensitive to things; he has a smidge of OCD. He would be the weakness.
Rylie entered the restroom and hid in one of the stalls.
"Three…two…" Click. Rylie held her breath. On cue, one of the female followers entered the bathroom. She walked slowly; she was trying too hard to be casual. The woman paused at the sink and began to wash her hands. Rylie quickly flushed the toilet once the woman began to murmur something to herself and left the stall.
Rylie turned on the faucet, as well as the hand dryer, at the same time. The woman glanced back at Rylie, allowing Rylie to get a good look at her face. She was a mother, but she brought no child with her. Mothers equal stress and tiredness. She couldn't stop Rylie even if she tried, so why would these people want to send her?
Rylie quickly came upon the conclusion. They wanted her to talk…. but what about?
"Excuse me?"
Rylie broke from her thoughts and stiffened. The woman stood facing her with an expectant stare.
"Huh?" Rylie managed to utter.
"Um," the woman nodded to the paper towels behind Rylie. "I need to dry my hands."
"Oh, right, sorry." Rylie said and backed up. She then made her way to leave the bathroom, and once she opened the door she walked down the aisle toward her table…but she paused. She noticed a man sitting behind one of the pillars at a table, keeping himself hidden; he knew what he was doing. If he didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be. He was more in charge than the man in the suit.
He was the one she was going to threaten for her brother's discomfort.
Rylie's eyes narrowed and anger fueled her stride as she weaved through the tables and chairs to him.
"What do you mean she's gone? Where could she go, it's an ice cream par-"
The man froze as he made eye contact with the angry girl.
"Oh, uh-"
"What do you want." It came out more of a statement than a question. Rylie sat herself down across from the man and glared menacingly. He looked taken a bit taken aback.
"Wait-."
"Answer the damn question or I break your face." Rylie growled.
"We want- I mean, we don't want-er, wait," the man groaned in annoyance at himself.
Rylie scowled viciously. "You have a behaviorist, an OCD fanatic, a mom, a government agent, and mechanic. You're all misfits. You're all here for my brother. So let me tell you this." Rylie stood of from her seat and leaned forward. "All of you leave this parlor right now and I never want to see any of your faces again. Never attempt to communicate with my brother, is that understood? Good." With that Rylie left the table and collected her friends before they left. Leaving the group tailing them behind.
"Well, she was terrifying." Toby was the first to speak up after the group of teens left.
"I could've taken her." Happy muttered and crossed her arms over her chest. "If Paige hadn't stormed into the bathroom we wouldn't have let her leave."
Paige's mouth gaped at Happy. "She just needed to be talked to. We could have just explained the situation."
"It doesn't matter now," Agent Gallo cut them all off. "We need to try again as soon as possible." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and left the parlor, leaving the group behind.
"She means every word, you know." Toby waved his arms frantically. "Everyone word, she was scary angry, I thought she was going to flip the table."
"Well, I was the one sitting across from her," Walter muttered nervously. "How do you think I felt?" Toby opened his mouth to reply, but Walter quickly cut him off. "You don't need to answer."
"How are we supposed to talk to them now?" Happy demanded. "We need to find a weakness."
"A weakness?" Toby chuckled. "Ryder is the weakness, but Rylie is his protection, she never leaves his side, ever."
Walter paced back and forth in thought, Paige watched him intently.
Sylvester fiddled with his fingers, anxiously glancing at his teammates as they all argued. "Uh," everyone paused and looked at him."I-I mean, well, she, I mean, Rylie? She has anxiety, like me."
Everyone just stared at the statistics guru with confusion.
"What? How can you tell?" Walter asked.
"She lashed out at you when we did little to nothing to provoke her." Sylvester said.
Toby gasped and clapped his hands together. "She does! She does have anxiety! I can't believe I didn't see that!" he stared at the team with excitement. "Come on! I have a plan."