All's Fair In Love and War
Chapter 1: The Letter
29 year old Blake Fischer was silently sitting on his old porch with a cup of coffee in his hand,enjoying the cool breeze and cloudless skies. Everything was beautiful in North Carolina at the time, more specifically the nature. The scent of pine wafted into his nostrils as he surveyed the forest like terrain around him.
This was whole new setting to him. He would usually be surrounded by busy streets and cars instead of trees and wildlife. Blake let a content sigh escape his lips before taking a sip from his coffee mug, letting the warm liquid trickle down his throat.
Blake Fischer was a slightly stocky fellow and his chest was a bit wide. He had saphire coloured eyes that could easily intimidate the toughest of criminals. He had a full head of slick black hair, combed back neatly into it's place. He wore a white dress shirt, a black unbuttoned blazer, dressy black pants, and black dress shoes.
Blake and his team, which he had formed 9 odd years ago, were going around the country tracking down the most dangerous of criminals. He was the most skilled out of the four, and had trained in the military, so he was obviously the leader. The whole actual purpose of coming to North Carolina was to catch a serial killer/cannibal that was on the run. All clues led to the small state.
The morning was still pretty peaceful, very odd. His team should be awake by now. Just as he was about to get up to check on them, small explosions rang throughout the aged house. Blake's head spun around as a teenage boy stumbled into veiw, coughing and sputtering as he pushed open the screen door.
"Status Lewis!" Blake ordered, slowly nearing the boy. Lewis leaned onto the wall behind him for support before speaking,"Would in the middle make sense?"
Lewis Parker was a 13 year and was also unknowingly Blake's godson, so safety was the captain's number one priority for the 13 year old. Lewis had messy black hair that almost fell over his big baby blue eyes. He was wearing a white hoodie, black Converse, and tight black jeans (since Blake had insisted that Skinny jeans were meant for women).
Lewis had joined the team at a very young age. He wasn't actually asked to join, more like forced. With a commando as your guardian, being trained like a military cadet was bound to happen anyways, and the team needed a Private...
The brit was still having trouble trying to stop his wild coughing fit. Blake handed the team's private the rest of his coffee, the youth nodded and frantically reached out for the mug. He began to chug down the now cold liquid, spitting it out and started couphing all over again.
Blake shook his head and pat the boy's back. The slightly stocky man peared into the house,"Blast Rico! How many times have I told you NOT to use explosives inside the house?!"
Rico crossed his beefy arms over his chest,"Wasn't me!"
Rico Westbrook was a very large 24 year old man who could pull anything he desired practically out of thin air. He weilded a large black mohawk nad had green/blue eyes. He wore red goggles around his neck(explosive purposes), a black T-Shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and black Cargo shorts with small pockets littered all over it.
Rico had once been a mercenary, working for one of the team's most dangerous enemy since he was a teenager. Blake had actually saved the neglected younger man while on a mission. If he hadn't been there at that exact moment, Rico might have lost more than just his ability to talk.
"Victor," The team's weapons expert looked towards the door that led to the scientist's lab (which was currently the basemeant). Smoke was seeping through the bottom of the door.
Blake walked towards the lab, the door swishing open with just a simple twist of the wrist. Victor was writing on his clipboard when he let out a groan in annoyance."Gah! Forgot to add the 2!" The strategist mummbled, fummbling with something on his desk
Victor K. Mcloud was 27 year old scientist, and was also the strategist of the team. He had striking ice blue eyes and neat black hair that was slicked back, unless it was being pulled at out of frustration. He wore a navy blue dress shirt, dressy black pants, and black dress shoes. While working in his lab, though, he usually wore a lab coat ontop of it all.
The luitenant was currently talking to himself while writing on his whiteboard. Blake, Rico, and Lewis could easily make out a green figure on the steel counter.
"Uh, Victor?" Lewis called, causing the older man to frantically erase the writing on the board with the sleeve on his white lab coat. Victor chuckled nervously as he turned to face his comrades."Uh, er, yes?"
"There you are! What I tell you- What is that?" Blake intimidating gaze turned to the green blob. "Jiggles?" Rico asked, only to find a flustered Victor trying to hush him without actually speaking. Lewis bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the scene before him.
"Biscuits and gravy! I told you to get rid of it back in Chacago!" Blake growled angirly and gestured to Jiggles."Remember what happened because of these creepy little things?!"
Victor was about to reply when he heard a faint 'Clank' in the distance. His thoughts were proven when Rico spoke up,"Mail!" he grunted and pointed towards the postal carrier."Mailmans here!" The brit announced, excitemeant lacing his voice.
The four darted towards the mailbox, today was the day would be relocated to a different town. They usually were only located to dangerous cities, and stay until they help clean it up (cleaning it of crimminals).
Blake made it to the metal container first, and pulled out a manilla colored envelope. He tore open the envelope and pulled out a letter.
Capttain Blake Fincher,
You and your team are being moved to a city that is actually in need of your assistance. While there, you are to continue your search on the notorious Savio Ampelio.
The city you are being relocated to his Manhatten, New York. Your temporary home is on 1386 Feather St, Manhatten Park. See to it at once that you begin packing your posessions.'
Sincerely,
General Briant
Private Lewis was the first to speak,"So... When do we leave, exactly?" Victor eyed him strangely before replying.
"You seem awfully eager, Lewis."
"I can meet some new friends?" The youth defended, though only happy that they'll be able to go back to the busy city streets.
Penguins live in Antartica, it's their natural habitat. Well, crammed cities are his, and he missed everything about them.