Chapter 1
It was a Friday evening and four friends were finally together after a long week. Sommer was bouncing a ball off the wall out of pure boredom. She looked over and saw Ashton and Amanda were in the middle of an intense battle of Super Smash Bros. Sommer, feeling the need to cause trouble, wondered over behind the couch.
She stared at the screen, and then back at Ashton, who was smashing down on the buttons. It was obvious she was losing. Sommer smiled mischievously and leaned in between them. "Ashton is losing! The winning streak is finally over! Poor Ashton, poor Ashton!" She sang in a taunting voice.
Already enraged, Ashton glared at Sommer's taunting smile. Amanda, seizing the opportunity, finished off Ashton's player.
"No!" She shouted while shaking the remote in a frustrated manner. She turned back at Sommer, her face red with rage. Sommer chuckled and stuck her tongue out at her.
"I will kill you Sommer!" Ashton shouted before swinging herself over the back of the couch. Sommer let out a playful yelp and ran into the dining room where Bri sat at the table working on whatever she was working on.
"Bri, protect me." Sommer shouted before darting behind her chair.
Bri simply ignored her pleas as Ashton caught up to her and put her in a headlock. Sommer struggled to get away and ended up bumping in the kitchen table, knocking over a glass of water all over Bri and the invention she was working on. "Now look what you did!" She said, clearly annoyed with yet another fight happening between these two.
"Sommer started it," Ashton said, tightening her grip on Sommer. "Now I'm finishing it."
"I was just bored!" Sommer whined, still trying to get out of the hold.
"Ashton, let her go." Amanda entered the kitchen. Sommer still struggle against the arm holding onto her tightly and Bri was attempting to save the invention she was working on.
"Why should I?" Ashton snapped at her.
"Cause if you do, we might be able to go out on patrol."
Ashton dropped Sommer and let her hit the floor. "Now you're talking my language."
Sommer got up from the floor and ran excitedly over to Amanda. "Oh, can we?" She begged with her best puppy dog eyes. It had been over a week since the friends had been able to go out on patrol. This could probably be why Sommer was so bored. Amanda smiled down at the teen begging on her knees before her. She patted Sommer's short brown hair.
"Go get ready." She said.
Without skipping a beat, Sommer ran into the back rooms, Ashton right behind her. Bri sighed at their leader. "Do we really have to patrol tonight? I'm almost finished with this."
"We haven't done it in over a week, it needs to be done." Amanda tried to reason. "Besides would you rather stay her with Sommer driving you nuts all night with her boredom?"
Bri opened her mouth to protest, but if on cue the two heard glass shatter in the back bedrooms. They heard Ashton shout again before hearing a "my bad!" come from Sommer.
"I'll go get ready." She grumbled.
The four friends jumped from rooftop to rooftop looking for any signs of crime. The night air was pretty cool for being the middle of summer in a desert. It was also too quiet, and that didn't settle well with any of them.
The night was almost over and it was pretty slow for them. They had only chased down a thief and stopped a couple of teenagers from doing graffiti. They were about to turn and go back home, when suddenly, they heard an explosion coming from the bank down the street.
Cautiously, the group of friends approached the scene. Hiding on the ledge of a restaurant across the street from the bank, watched the scene as it played out. They observed, what seemed to be the leader, shouting commands at four other men dressed in black.
"What should we do?" asked Sommer.
"I say we go in there and give them a pounding they'll never forget." Ashton suggested, punching her fist into her hand.
"No." whispered Amanda. "We attack in the dark, from both sides. Now keep it down or they'll hear us."
"What, they have super hearing now?" Ashton asked sarcastically, only to be shushed by her friends. "Fine, but how are we going to fight them in the dark anyways?"
"Well, before I was so rudely interrupted. "Bri said while giving Sommer and Ashton a deadly glare. "I was working on these."
She pulled out a box and revealed what seemed to be normal looking sunglasses.
"Uh, Bri," Sommer was the first to respond. "I think you've had way too many late nights. Sunglasses aren't going to help us see in the dark."
"They were just sunglasses, but I've modified them into night vision goggles. Now we can fight in the dark with no problem at all." Bri put on a smug smile. "No compliments necessary."
"I thought you said they weren't ready yet. That's why you wanted to stay home tonight." Amanda pointed out.
"Truth is I'm not sure if they're ready, but here's a good time to test them out." Each of the girls grabbed a pair and put them on.
The girls watched as the men finished packing up the money and headed for the door. Right before they were able to exit, Sommer cut the power, leaving the men confused and scrambling towards the exit with the money in tow. Suddenly, there was a clicking noise and all five of them turned to see who was there. A bright light flashed open from a box; it was just for a split second, but it was enough to blind the men.
Amanda was the first to grab one of the men, the one they presumed to be the leader. She grabbed both his arms and kicked his legs out from underneath him. With a knee on his back, she began to tie his arms together. Confused and enraged, the leader rolled forcibly on his side, knocking Amanda down with him. He managed to jump up on his feet with his hands still tied, but before he could run, Amanda, who was still on the floor, wrapped her legs around his and twisted her hips. This forced the leader back on the ground face first. He tried desperately to kick, but he was soon tied and completely defenseless.
Ashton was fighting two guys at once. She punched the first one square in the face, causing him to jump back in pain. Frustrated, he shot his hand out and grabbed Ashton's shirt. The two struggled in the dark. The other guy, hearing his friend in distress, ran towards the struggle. Thanks to Bri's invention, the teen was well aware of his presence and shoved the first guy away from her, causing the other guy to run straight into a pillar. She snickered at this event.
Suddenly, the first guy pulled out his flashlight and started blindly swinging it around, hoping to connect with something. Ashton dodged every attempt and was going in for a punch. The man suddenly screamed before she even had a chance to hit him. She looked closer and saw a pocket knife sticking out of his shoulder. She then turned and saw Bri swinging down towards her on a rope. It dawned on her what had happened.
"I had him!" Ashton yelled.
"Well, now I got him." She replied with a smug smile on her face. Another man, hearing the two in their brief argument, grabbed Bri and flung her to a wall opposite of them. Bri easily spun in midair and kicked off the wall she supposed to hit and flew straight back him. They both fell on top of Ashton's opponent who was still bleeding on the floor. Bri quickly got up, realizing both men were now unconscious.
"Lucky shot." Ashton growled.
"It's all in the strategy." Bri's smug smile never left her face.
Sommer was not having very much luck taking down her opponent. She'd punch and kick at him, but the man kept dodging. She was amazed on how he knew where she was. The man suddenly grabbed his flashlight and turned it on. He immediately shined the light on her. That's when Sommer realized this man had a gun.
He fired at her, and it missed Sommer by inches. She frantically ran and climbed up a nearby ladder. She ran along the beam, aware that the man was still aiming his gun at her. Before he could fire again, Sommer did a backflip off the beam and ended up kicking her opponent right in the face. He fell and hit the floor immediately.
The other three ran over by Sommer, cheering and believing their mission was over. That's when sirens filled the air and the dark bank started flashing red and blue. But before they could run away, Amanda saw that Sommers opponent was not fully knocked out, and he lifted the gun and aimed straight for Ashton.
"Ashton, look out!" she shouted.
The gun went off, and thanks to Amanda's warning, Ashton dodged the bullet with no problem, but Sommer wasn't so lucky. The bullet hit her in the right shoulder, sending her back some before she hit the floor.
Ashton, now blinded with rage, jumped on the man and wrestled the gun out of his hand. She punched him repeatedly until she was certain he was unconscious. She looked back at Amanda and Bri, who were helping Sommer, who was bleeding on the floor.