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Bishop dressed and headed out the door. "Sir, there is only slight movement of the turtles." A soldier said as he walked to his office. He sat in his office chair and began working, he was relieved when coffee had shown up.

"So, when can we tell the good news?" Serena said sitting on his desk.

Bishop looked at her growing stomach, before looking her in the eyes. "Soon."

She smiled "When will the president know?"

"He knows and he congratulated us, what more do you want?"

She sighed "Come back to bed."

"I have work that needs to be done in New York." He turned off his computer and headed for his plane. Once they were in operation with turtle sightings and Oroku Saki's business, he left for coffee. He went to a coffee shop he was known at, sitting in his booth.

"Evening Agent, you're usual with breakfast or lunch?" She asked pen ready

"Lunch Sabel." She nodded her head while leaving; she came back with his black coffee along with New York Times, National Enquirer and a local paper. He finished the first two since he did not see what he was looking for, and flipped through the local paper. He stopped when he saw the shop's picture. They were celebrating a successful thirty years after a fire that claimed the lives of all the workers. He looked at the two picture one had a picture of the workers who died by fire and the workers of now. He looked at them closely; some of them resembled the workers of now. They couldn't be their kids, or even grandkid's most likely plastic surgery.

He still asked her though; she looked at the paper "How could I they died a long time ago. Burned to death, they were trapped. None of them had kids since they were young."

"What are we looking at?" A male server asked

"The picture of the people who burned to death, agent says we look like them.'" Sabel said showing the paper to him.

"I guess you and your sister look like the two of the chicks. Tiny waist, great tits and a great ass." He said laughing and going to collect his pay from a table.

She shook her head, putting the paper down and let him eat his food in peace. Bishop finished and left his pay, before he headed for the door he grabbed his coffee that was in a canister from her, giving her a ten. Sabel noticed that he had taken the paper with him. He wouldn't notice though, he's an agent but a human none the less.

She sat in a booth grateful as a worker flipped the sign. She sighed after the last customer left putting her feet on the table stretching her arms out.

"So what's with the agent?"

She looked to her sister "Nothing just thinks we look like the people who died." Her sister Pandora, sat opposite of her laughed "Really, now that's strange."

"Feet off the table!" Steven yelled walking down the stairs; the girls groaned but did so.

"So why don't you have his name yet?" He asked sitting at the bar.

She sighed "The dude pays cash, never leaves a name and I can tell he's an agent."

"We all can!" Pandora, Keith, Steven and Celia said.

She went to the back grabbing her purse along with her sister's. She left saying he's human and they were free. She went to the back grabbing her purse along with her sister's; they headed out the front door.

"Hurry up, we open in two hours." Steven said as he flipped a picture over and it showed KISS.

The girls headed to their apartment, they went to their floor and showered. They walked to their closet room, Sabel picked out a black mini skirt, black stockings and red tube top she chose black boots. She was looking at her wet hair glad that her wig was off. Her long blue hair was damp but would dry by the time they made it back. She played with Pandora's pink bubblegum hair; it was just as damp as hers and long. She was wearing the same except her skirt was red and shirt was black.

They walked through the streets of New York smiling at the compliments; they saw the workers had switched the coffee shop sign to the rock café's sign. They went inside and the furniture was changed as well. The only person there was Steven and he hadn't changed. The lights changed to red, blue and green GodSmack was playing. The girls waited at the bar as Steven started cleaning glasses. They were on their phones as the movers put stuff in the van and other workers came in. Once everyone was here, they put on their black waist aprons.

Steven opened the doors and people filed in, some with guitars, others with drumsticks and the rest with ID and money in their pockets. He nodded to their guard and headed to the stage.

"Alright we thank all of you for coming out and auditioning. Now before you prove why we should pay you, let me show you what we expect .Immortals get your asses up here!"

Pandora got the microphone ready as Steven got off stage; Sabel got a black guitar out a case, Keith drumsticks and Celia grabbed her red guitar. After their song ended the crowd went wild, they put their things in their cases and put on their aprons.

Bishop could not let it go as he looked at the two pictures. He had them scanned and waited for the computer to finish. He tried to find records on the dead workers; couldn't even find a birth certificate. He strangely found Sables' and was shocked to see she had a sister. He needed some air, with Saki getting new muscle, and the turtle's scarcity; he felt tired. He walked the dark streets; walking a familiar street, shocked the place was open. Though there was a new sign and a different crowd of people. He walked to the front of the line and showed the bouncer his badge. He smelled cigarettes, weed and alcohol. The only resemblance of the coffee shop was the colors of the wall.

He saw Sabel but in a tight outfit with long blue hair. He walked over to the bar and sat down "Got any coffee?"

The bartender, with no name tag, nodded his head "Yeah, regular or a little Irish?"

"Regular."

The man nodded getting a black mug and poured it; Bishop grabbed it and took a slow sip. It was just as good as the one in the morning. He looked around, his waitress was in a picture with another girl; they were posing with a guitar and a microphone. They looked seductive in outfits that resembled angels except with chains around their necks. He finished his coffee getting one to go. He bumped into a girl by accident; she apologized and wiped him clean. She cleaned most of it away, which he was shocked about. He left and she smiled as he did. She gave the wallet to Steven who gave her a hundred bucks.

When the clock rang five, everyone heard a loud buzz and the lights turned to normal.

"Closing time!" Steven yelled waiting at the door for members who hadn't played and those who got to the second audition. As he talked to them, he watched as the movers came, different people and began working. While some took away the wooden tables, others came in with nicer tables. Others cleaned them, and others started turning the posters. He was talking to the last band leader Cheri of The Amazons.