AN: This fic is a product of my imagination after being left in the dark for over an hour, by myself, defending the blue flag.
ALSO, in honor of my new friend Gabe. (who is much better looking than Gabe Damon!)
Spot walked into the main room of the Brooklyn LH dressed completely in black and holding more black clothing in his hands. Rae looked up from the game of cards that she was playing with Duchess and Sippi. "No! No! NO!" she said throwing down her cards. "Last time you had those clothes out I nearly got arrested. I'm not breaking into any more houses for you."
"What's the date today?" Spot asked.
"October 19th." She said sending him a confused glance. "OH! Right!" she added, jumping up and grabbing the clothes from him.
"What's that all about?" Sippi asked as his girlfriend ran from the room.
"You'll see." Spot said, standing in front of the fireplace. Duchess and Sippi exchanged confused glances as Blank, Secrets and Blade entered the room, all dressed in black. Rae followed them in, now dressed in black, and knelt in front of Spot. He handed her a small black cloth and she tied it over her auburn hair. Blade draped a long black cloak over her shoulders and Spot nodded. She stood, tying the ribbons. Spot pulled the hood over her head and nodded again. She turned and slipped from the building Blank and Secrets on her heels. Spot turned back to Duchess and Sippi. "You'll find black clothes on your bunks. Go get changed."
~*~*~*~
Stress and Hades were in the bunkroom of the Manhattan LH while most of the boys were downstairs playing poker. The two girls were tired and had decided to go to sleep early. They were lying in their respective bunks when Hades sat up suddenly. "It's October 19th." She said.
Stress rolled from her bunk and began looking for her shoes. "Do you think the boys remembered?" she asked.
"I doubt it. Otherwise they wouldn't have planned that poker game." Hades answered, throwing a shoe at Stress.
Just as they got half-way down the stairs the front door opened and a dark, cloaked figure stepped in the door, flanked by two more figures dressed in black, with dark hats pulled low over their faces. A hand came from under the cloak and pointed at Jack, speaking in a low, threatening voice. "YOU have been chosen. Your mission: Capture Brooklyn's flag before dawn while defending your own. The first team to get the other teams flag back to the Brooklyn Bridge wins." The cloaked figure turned suddenly and left the building, leaving a red cloth where it had stood.