'Lo! How ya doin'? This is my ultra-spankin'-brand-new OC fic! Hope it's alright. This chapter's kind of short.
Name: Alexis Eberstein.
Age: 17
Gender: F
Last Seen: A local Target Superstore in Shawnee Hills, Ohio, wearing dark leggings, dark brown Sperry shoes, and a white school tee-shirt.
Name: Mila Wilson
Age: 17
Gender: F
Last Seen: A Regal cinema in Annapolis, Maryland, wearing dark jeans, tan boots, and a gray shirt.
Alfred threw the two files on the table with pictures of two teenage girls stapled to the top of them, pacing in front of the large fireplace in his living room. "These two have allegedly committed a couple of crimes together, setting a bomb off in Moscow -" Ivan's face visibly darkened as he sat back in his chair. "- taking down a plane in Sicily, causing it to crash into a number of valuable landmarks -" Lovino slammed a hand down on the mahogany table, spewing out a plethora of choice Italian cuss words. "-and pouring gasoline through the streets of Berlin, effectively causing a fire which burned in the shape of a city-wide swastika." Ludwig looked defeated at the mention of the deed. "And that's just to note a few. So, I thought that we'd think up a strategy for catching these gallivanting rascals!" Alfred announced, giving a grin to the room, lifting off the roles of axis and allies alike. "And I of course will act as the hero. I'll go in with SWAT or some Navy Seals and we'll blow them off their feet!" He proclaimed excitedly.
Mixed protests came from around the room, and Yao raised a timid hand. "Should we not question them when we catch them-aru? There's no clear motive yet, we should at least know why..." the Chinese man trailed off.
"Oh..." Alfred's face fell slightly. "Right. Then we go whoop their asses!" He bounced back quickly. Enthusiastic cheers of agreement echoed throughout the room, particularly from Ivan, whom had a large smile as he clapped his hands together. "Let us begin the search then, da?"
The moment was cut short, however, by a pair of two bodies falling and crashing into the table, screaming as they did so.
"Alexis, I swear to god if you don't move your legs -"
"Well, Mila, I happen to be trying, but your big head is in the way -"
"Oh, I'm in the way, at least I'm not squishing you to the side with birthing hips the side of Texas-"
"You did NOT just -"
A sharp smack resounded throughout the metal shafts, and Mila screeched in pain as her friend hit her. "Why'd you go and do that?" She yelled as they crawled. "Because, you're as annoying as a fly. Shush, people will hear you."
A strange sight to see, it was; two teenage girls crawling along a ventilation shaft, following the sound of mixed cheers as they tried to make sense of the situation they were in. After all, you don't just wake up in a ventilation shaft every day.
"I hear something," Mila whispered, pointing to the nearest vent. The two crawled and crept up quietly to the vent and listened to the excited voice of a man speaking about whooping somebody. "What is this? Navy Seals?..." Alexis whispered back, staring down at the figures gathered around a table. "Someone's saying something, listen..."
"Begin the search then, da-?" A heavy Russian accent asked sweetly, and in excitement Mila had wiggled up to the vent to look down at the men and women gathered. "Ooh," she whispered, a grin curling her lips as she pressed her hands on the vent. "Dark haired guys down there are cu- aaAH!" She finished with a scream, as the two collapsed through the vent, shaft and ceiling, crashing into a table. Everything went dark for the pair as their heads smacked the heavy wood.
Oops.