A/N: I don't own PPG. NOW ON WITH THE STORY!

Bri's P.O.V.

Six more years passed, and I was already twenty five. I had gotten curvier, a few inches taller, and, overall, prettier. Did I mention Max got my name wrong? Now I go by Brittany Mayson because that's what he calls me. Everyone in town got to know me as Brittany Mayson, so…I restarted my life.

I had dyed my hair black and got blue colored contacts. I got a spray tan to make my skin look like it had a natural tan to it. I looked like what I'd look like if I wasn't an albino.

Bobbie was fifteen, and had a striking resemblance to me when I was fifteen, only, she looked like a normal teenager. Except her eyes. Her pretty orange eyes never went away as she got older. I found that to be the best part of her.

I was still a police officer, but I mostly did paperwork. Max saved me for dangerous assignments, like catching murders and defusing bombs.

"Mayson!" Max called to me from across the room. I got up and walked over to him. "Mayson, I'm assigning you to go out and-,"

"Catch a murderer? Serial killer? Bomber?" I cut in.

"No. Protect a band."

"Huh?" I was confused. He saved me for his most dangerous missions! Why on God's green Earth would he assign me to protect a stinking band?! We'd had several big celebrities come to Akersville, and he'd never assign me to protect any of them!

"This is different. This band is the biggest band on the planet, and there are a lot of fangirls that go after them. Those fangirls would do anything to get close to them."

"Okay. So what's their name?"

I took a sip of my coffee as he answered, "The Gangreen Gang." I spit out my coffee, and started coughing.

"Excuse me," I asked as I coughed a few more times, "But did you say, 'The Gangreen Gang'?!"

"Yes. I thought you didn't listen to music."

"Only the Beatles!"

"Then how do you know them, Mayson?"

"Um, Bobbie probably told me about them a few times, I don't know," I mumbled.

"All right. Here are their profiles," He handed me five folders, "Now run along, little girl."

"Little girl?! I'm only two years younger than you!" I growled to him.

"Go."

"Yes, sir," I sighed, walking off to my desk.

I opened up the first folder-Big Billy's- and my jaw dropped at the picture. He was frick-fraking skinny! Skinny for his height, I should say. He was still six feet, eleven inches tall and had his normal hairstyle, a smaller version of his clothes, and weighted about three hundred forty pounds, which would be about normal for a man his height.

I blinked slowly, taking in Big Billy's new appearance. He actually looked kind of cute. More like an Ivan Braginski kind of cute. Big and scary looking, but also sweet.

When I opened Lil' Arturo's folder, I saw he wasn't so little anymore. I read his file and saw he was six feet tall! "He had a growth spurt," I mumbled, chuckling.

Then Grubber. He…didn't change much. The only thing I saw different about him was he stood up straighter than he normally did, putting him at about five feet, six inches high.

Ace looked less imitating, and had his long black hair pulled into a ponytail.

Before I could look at Snake's folder, I heard one of my co-workers, Len, call my name. Now, Len was an eighteen year old girl who got jealous easily. She didn't like people stepping into her territory, and she defiantly didn't like me.

I got up and walked over to her. "Yes, Len?"

"For the millionth time, it's Lenora!"

"I'm calling you Len, Len. You can't tell me what I can and can't do," I gave her a smirk, "I'm seven years older than you."

"Whatever, old lady," Len rolled her eyes, which made me growl at her, "Anyway, I heard you talking to Max about a band. Which one is it?"

"The Gangreen Gang," I told her, starting to walk to my desk.

"What? No way! I love them! When can I meet them? What should I wear? Do you think they like it when a girl wears green?" Len giggled. Oh, how I wanted to strangle her.

"You won't meet them, Len, so you don't have to choose anything to wear. Also, no, they do NOT like it when a girl wears green," I sat on my chair and ordered, "Now go away, before I make you."

"No! I want to-," I had forced her to shut her mouth, and walk back to her desk, all with a flick of my wrist. I found out I could manipulate people and animals into doing what I wanted. It was fun to make Len shut up.

"Oh!" Max called from his office, "Miss Mayson, one more thing!"

"What?"

"Their train arrives at four!"

I looked at the clock. "Damn. Three fifty-five," I growled.

I got up, grabbed Snake's file, and ran to the train station.