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A/N: Thanks for the reviews and favorites and follows etc.! They really mean A LOT to me. It was more than I expected. So I guess I'll continue the story ;)

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This is a short chapter. Just saying. Well, shorter than the last chapter. And it's more boring because it's kinda how they first met... And yeah. Thanks for your appreciation! If any! :D


Beep! Beep! Beep!

Brick groaned and muttered an obscenity as he rubbed his eyes and pounded at the alarm clock. "Stupid fucking mission," he grumbled, sitting up and getting out of bed. He looked at the time. 6 AM sharp. Time to get ready for another mission from the Council. He reached over, stretching a little, and grabbed his phone to check for any new messages. As he had expected, there was one from HIM.

Boss: Brick, tell your brothers that the escorts will be arriving at 6:30 AM sharp. Do whatever it may take to go into hiding and put down this rebellion. Time does not matter right now. What matters the most is success.

He ran a hand through his unruly, fiery red locks before slipping on a jacket and walking out of his bedroom. They had a lot to do today.

...

28 minutes later...

"Alright, you two miserable jerks, you ready to leave?" Brick yelled from the front porch, setting down the two bulky suitcases he was carrying on the concrete stone path down on both his sides, before turning back around to the house. A faint shout from far inside, which he recognized as Boomer's voice, reached his ears. "We're coming!"

"Alright, hurry up," he growled.

Butch staggered out, lugging another two forest green suitcases out with himself, and ever so slowly making his way across the front porch garden and up to where his older brother was standing. He plopped himself down on one of them, his elbows on his knees, as he watched Boomer, FINALLY, make his way out of the door and telling the head maid what to do while they were gone. She nodded, and he smiled charmingly at her, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. Brick rolled his eyes as he saw the brunette and the other three maids bundled behind her blush and giggle flirtatiously, before Boomer then trudged over to them. "Okay, I'm done."

"Yeah, and we were done ten hours ago," Brick murmured sarcastically under his breath, before stepping into the front seat of the sleek black Mercedes that had rolled up in their driveway who knows when. "Oh, and, I call shotgun, for your info," he called, rolling down the window and poking his head around to look at his brothers, who both glared dumbly at him. "I called shotgun first, sissy!" Butch whined childishly, grudgingly pulled open the back seat door and slid in, while Brick smirked in satisfaction and clicked the window up back into place. The driver entered a moment later.

"Off to Townsville, sirs?" the polite chauffeur nodded at Brick, who raised his eyebrows in response. "Yeah."

"Alright."


Blossom woke with a start, her forehead slightly damp with the amount of sweat she had perspired throughout the night. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and immediately started wracking her brain, searching for scraps about what had had happened the previous night, but, to her utter dismay, found nothing. All she remembered was discussing about their upcoming plans, and then... what?

She rubbed her eyes wearily and clambered out of her bed. There was a sort of tense atmosphere in the air, even though she knew no one would be up just yet, and she didn't like it one bit. There was sure to be something suspicious going on.

As she slipped into the day's outfit, Blossom, just like before, tiptoed over to Bubbles' room. She decided to be a little more discrete this time; she knew that Buttercup would start freaking out if they woke her up this early again. It wasn't usual that she would be an early bird. Those chances weren't going to be ruined anytime soon. "Bubbles?" she half-called, half-whispered, taking care to make sure everyone's doors were closed. Nope, she had decided she wasn't going to wake anyone else up today.

A moment later, the door opened, and Bubbles' sleepy face peeked out. "Good morning Blossom," the blonde yawned, taking a second to claw her hands through her tangled hair. "Mmm, sorry. Good morning! Sooo... what's the time?" she asked perkily, blinking a few times.

Blossom smiled and rolled her eyes. "Don't you ever look at the clock on your bedside table?"

"Nooooope, I forget half the time!"

"Well, we have stuff to do today. Let's not wake Buttercup. It must've been quite a challenge for her to wake up THAT early yesterday."

"Oh, okay. Sure thing. I'll meet you downstairs in a sec." With that, the door closed, and Blossom made her way downstairs.

...

"Okay, Bloss, I'm ready!" Bubbles chirped, tripping her way down the stairs as Blossom poked her head out of the kitchen door to take a look. Then she walked out fully, wearing an apron and oven mitts.

"Good morning, Bubbles. Remember we have stuff to do today."

"What are you wearing? Oh... Right. And we shouldn't wake Buttercup early?"

"Let her sleep in. It's okay; she deserves some rest. Just, uh, we'll go first. I already left her a note. Try not to wake anyone up, remember."

"Mmkay. Got it. What're you cooking?"

"Pie for Ms. Keane. Just a kind of thank you gift, I guess. For being a good teacher."

"It's not Teachers' Appreciation Day."

"I know, but it's just a little something. Don't worry though; I made another pie for everyone in the house to share. I'll be upstairs," Blossom untied her apron and pulled off her oven mitts as she spoke, and hung them on the hat rack briefly. "I'll take only a second."

"Okay!"


An hour and 28 minutes after leaving...

"Sirs, we have almost arrived at the location," the chauffeur announced as the shiny black car slowed to a stop in front of a long row of average-sized, sandy orange-red brick houses.

"Hey, where are we?" Butch asked the chauffeur suddenly, leaning forward in his seat, his two elbows on the shoulders of his brother and the driver. The grey-tinged mustached man shifted a little nervously, but replied, "A place outside Townsville. That's where Mr. Monroe told me to drive to." The car started up again and slowly wheeled forwards down the street.

Butch made a face. "Here?"

"That's correct, sir."

"Well, it sure is kinda dumpy here," Boomer remarked, gazing out the window, taking in his surroundings. Brick scowled.

"Shut up, you two. Just be happy HIM sent someone to pick us up," he murmured to his brothers, who both instantly shut their mouths and continued gazing out the window. "Which one are we even living in?"

As if on cue, the car halted to a stop in front of one of the largest of the brick houses. "This one."

"It's drab over here. I don't even get what we do," Boomer sighed, opening the car door and stepping out. Brick did the same, and dragged a lazy Butch out onto the ground.

The ebony-haired brother groaned. "Don't wanna get up."

"I'll be sure to steal those Playboy magazines I'm pretty sure you've hidden somewhere in those suitcases then, and look through all your private stuff. Fine with me," Brick shrugged nonchalantly, carrying his suitcases up the front yard patio and smirking as, out of the corner of his eye, he watched Butch immediately leap up and scuttle to the trunk of the Mercedes, which was a rather comical sight, especially for a beefy guy like Butch. He searched around for a key until he fished a jingling swirl of them out of a small flower pot seated neatly on the window. "Always the same place. Perky, much," he muttered, swinging open the door and walking in with his two suitcases, heading straight upstairs to place them down.

Boomer yanked the last suitcase out of the excessively large trunk of the Mercedes and shook the driver's hand. "Thanks again, mister," he thanked profusely, before withdrawing his hand and lugging his two navy blue suitcases up the pathway and into the house after Butch.


"Good morning, Mitch."

Mitch spun around to find Bubbles and Blossom both standing behind him, waiting expectantly for his, most likely, slow reaction. "Oh, hey, you two. Great day out there, eh?"

"Actually, yes," Blossom smiled, "but anyway. Down to business? Did we finish discussing last night?"

"Yeah. But I have more news. This morning, good ol' Dex-" Mitch motioned towards Dexter, who was sprawled out on one of the numerous mattresses, glasses off, red hair ruffled, sleeping soundlessly, "-was on the computer, and he found out that the Tyrant Council has tracked down another rebellion."

"And? I honestly don't see that much of a big deal about it, Mitch. We'll be sure to help them."

"No, Blossom," Mitch started uneasily.

"Hmm?"

"This time, they've sent their generals. Their best. We've tracked down everything by hacking their computer system."

"I believe we've done this before, though."

"... They've traced the rebellion to us. They're coming for us."

"What?"


"Butch."

Groan.

"Boomer."

Moan. "What..?"

"Boss just sent us the plan for how we're gonna put down this rebellion, so wakey wakey, little pansies! Rise and shine!" Brick smirked sarcastically, sending both of his slumbering brothers a smack upside their heads.

"Ow, seriously, dude!" Boomer complained, sitting up groggily, blinking harshly a few times to clear his slightly fuzzy vision.

"Yeah, man, that hurts!" Butch yelped, also sitting up slowly.

"You morons," Brick started, holding his phone up in one hand and pointing to it with the other, "I just told you. Boss sent us something. IMPORTANT. If you don't wanna get smacked again, don't give me a reason to do it. It's not even the late morning yet."

"Okay, okay, read it," Boomer leaned back slightly.

Brick read, "'Boys, we have come up with one of the most ingenious plans yet, I'm sure. It may not make this mission any easier, but we are positive that it will work the way it should-'"

"Should?" Butch made a face. "Stupid HIM."

"Yeah," Brick arched an eyebrow. "Now shut up. Let's see... 'You, Boomer, are to hack into any of these local computer systems and find the signal that we've put down in the area where we've found the rebels' starting point. We have sent out transmitting signals; you are sure to find it. Then, you three are to attend the local high school there. This is required. Acting as spies, you must, and absolutely MUST scour the area clean for all vital information. Do what you must. We will be tracking your overall process. Report to me when you have found something important. You know the rest, Brick. Remember, your mission officially starts today. Best luck, Your Boss.'"

"Ugh, well that's helpful," Boomer groaned, reaching over to where his suitcase lay, wide open, and brought out a platinum silver laptop, one that was obviously ten times more hi-tech than any of the models on the market. "Hmm." All that was heard for a few moments was the sound of fingers speedily tapping on the keys of a keyboard.

"Boom, you done?"

"Wait a moment, Butch. O-kay... Okay, got it. This signal's coming from... a town about half a mile away. We gotta get there."

"Yeah. Let's go! Out the door, idiots! Out!" Brick shoved his two brothers out the door and slammed it behind them, taking care to lock it and drop the keys in one of Boomer's pockets. The blonde frowned, but remained silent.

...

"Okay, so maybe half a mile was a bit of an exaggeration," Boomer chuckled, after 5 minutes of walking.

"Or maybe we just walk fast," Butch remarked in a rather narcissistic fashion.

"Shut it Butch, we know you're only talking about yourself. Now, let's find the school," Brick announced, narrowing his eyes as he looked around to see if anyone could help. "And scout out some information while we're at it. Indirectly."

He laid his eyes on two figures who had just turned the corner and were making their way down the road in their very direction.

"Perfect."


"... That's impossible, Mitch. They couldn't have. We have barely started and they've already sent someone or something to hunt us down."

"I'm sorry Bloss, but we're gonna have to be even more discrete. Not saying you aren't. You're perfect with that stuff." Mitch winked. Blossom rolled her eyes, smiling for a mere second.

"Very funny, Mitch, but thank you."

"They're gonna hunt us down... like animals? What'll they do to us?" Bubbles almost whimpered, a helpless tone in her voice.

Blossom's tone softened. "I don't know, Bubbles. But, whatever it might be, we'll try and help in the best way we can, won't we?" she almost whispered, hugging Bubbles reassuringly. Bubbles gladly hugged back.

"So!" Mitch's voice boomed, echoing along the walls of the underground sewer system. "Happy family reunion much? Oh hey, is that a pie? Can I have it?"

The pink-eyed redhead glared at the brunet who had just interrupted the suspenseful atmosphere, though, deep inside, she was almost relieved. She didn't want Bubbles to be worried about anything. "This isn't a reunion, Mitch. And yes, that is a pie. No, you can't have it."

"Why, Bloss? You know, I'm betting that's your cooking, ain't it? I bagsy that I'm one of the most enthusiastic fans of your cooking, my friend."

"No need for flattery right now, Mitch. Focus. Actually, you know what? I'm going to send this over to Ms. Keane over at the school. Meet us there?"

"Sure thing, Bloss. I'll have to meet you there later though. 15 minutes max. I've gotta see what I can do about this tracking thing. Maybe distort the signals? I think someone's attached some signal emitter, 'cause I'm 100 percent positive that I saw some radio waves on the computer network coming from this place."

"Got it. Let's go, Bubbles?" Blossom looked expectantly at her youngest sister.

"'Kay."

...

"Okay, so, Bloss, where do we go after we visit Ms. Keane? It's not like we have school today," Bubbles asked as she and Blossom walked down the concrete grey pavement, looking down and mentally falling into the same rhythm of steps as her older sister and mentally tracing the outline of their shoes.

"I don't know yet, but maybe we have to back down underground to discuss with the others after they've woken up. I kind of feel bad for Dexter. He must have spent all night on that computer and left a note there or something to tell Mitch about his findings."

"How do you know?"

"I have a hunch."

"'Hunch' is a funny word. Hunch hunch hunch. I like it. Say, do you still have feelings for Dexter?"

"Bubbles, let me repeat one more time, and once only," Blossom stopped walking and turned to face her sister. Bubbles stopped suit. "I never had feelings for Dexter. Not be mean, but I really didn't. I was merely worrying for him. He's a good person, and he's incredibly smart. We were just friends, and that's all. I like him, but never as a crush."

"Aw, you guys friend-zoned each other? That's so sad!" Bubbles exclaimed before staring off into the distance dreamily, smiling as she started imagining her sister paired up with random guys in their school.

"Bubbles..." Blossom raised an eyebrow in warning and continued walking, slowly, so that Bubbles could catch up.

"Okay, okay! I got it, Bloss!" They turned the corner and kept walking. Blossom narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized three tall, dark figures that had appeared up ahead, standing there side by side, unmoving. "Who are they? Bubbles, do you recognize them?"

"Bloss, I seriously thought that if it was either of us, it would be you who would recognize strangers more easily than me. No kidding."

"Right. Well, they look kind of lost. Maybe we should go help them."

"Sure! They look nice!"

"Don't be too sure."

As if the three strangers had read their very thoughts, they started slowly all striding towards them. Rather intimidating, really, to have three tall men walk towards you. Bubbles visibly cringed backwards a little, cowering slightly behind Blossom.

The closer the three people came, the less stalker-like they seemed. As biased as that may sound, it was true. It turned out that those three were merely extremely tall teenagers, undoubtedly no more than a few months older than them. Blossom scrutinized them closely. "If they so happen to be brothers, then they are undoubtedly as strange a trio as we are," she muttered, crossing her arms. Bubbles nodded.

The first, most likely the leader of the three, had shaggy, fiery red locks that reached to about his shoulders; just the average, laid-back hairstyle. He was tall- around 6'1 feet. His face was stunningly handsome, and he had that dangerous look in his eyes. However, the most extraordinary thing about him was his eyes. His two irises were a spellbinding bright red, the kind that left haunting marks in your brain. How many people had red eyes?

Standing to his left stood an even taller, though only by a probable 2 or 3 inches, overly-built giant of a teen. He had shorter, spiky blacker-than-black hair that was poofed up into bad-boy Mohawk spikes that were less... packed together. In all honesty, he didn't exactly look like the world's smartest person, either. His eyes were the oddest jade green, though not as unique as the first person's. His slightly tanned and his over-muscular build made him seem a little more clumsy, however much as dangerous.

To the very right of the trio was the last, and most probably youngest, out of these three. Bubbles caught herself staring briefly at him and blushed a furious shade of red. This third person was also a blonde, just like she was, and his hair seemed to shine like the sun with a kind of gold that nobody's hair could have. Not to mention the fact that he was also blue-eyed, his eyes a clear, deep shade of cobalt ocean blue. While the three had a definitely uniform air, this one seemed... more laid back than his brothers. He was a tad shorter than the redhead, with a boyish look on his face.

"Excuse me," the redhead started, awkwardly, in a deep voice that almost immediately made Bubbles swoon. Blossom simply rolled her eyes at her. Trust her ditzy younger sister to be so easily swayed by looks.

"Yes?" she replied, smiling pleasantly.

"We'd like to ask where the local high school over here is."

"Oh, uh, I'll just take you there! Come on Bubbles. It won't take that long," she nudged Bubbles and turned back around, leading the way, with her ever-so-curious blonde sister trailing after her, discreetly making googly eyes at the guy on the very right.

...

"Here," Blossom announced, "is the high school."

The three guys nodded, and the redhead held out his hand politely and shook hers when she promptly returned the shake. "Thanks. We'll be seeing you around then." With that, they went inside, leaving Bubbles and Blossom standing there by the gates.

Bubbles was the first to interrupt the biting silence. "I think that blue-eyed guy is cute!" she piped cheerfully, starting to skip back in the direction they had come from.