CHAPTER 2: Expect the Unexpected

"Hey,_, are you awake? Answer the phone, silly!" Your co-worker, Petra, poked your shoulder promptly.

"Ah, yeah, sorry," you sheepishly said and picked up the phone. "This is Avalon Security Services. How may I help you?"

A happy voice replied, "I'd like five bodyguards for an upcoming concert."

"What is your name, sir?"

"Dot Pixis."

After searching through the customers list quickly on the computer for that peculiar name, you stated, "I apologize, but, it appears that this is your first time working with Avalon. Is this correct, sir?"

"Yes," he laughed, "I'm a bit new to this city of yours. The bodyguards aren't for an old man like me. They're for my boys."

You had to bite back a sigh. Another paranoid rich person. The crime rate isn't even that high here!

"Ah, I see. Would you like to choose them at the store or for us to come here?"

"I can come today."

"Oh," you were genuinely taken by surprise, "um, well, that's great! The next available time slot is 2:30 PM. Does that sound good?"

"Just lovely."

"Great. If you have any further questions, call 884-906-4545."

"Alright, see you later!" He informally yet cheerfully bid good bye and hung up.

You stared at the phone in disbelief. How can people be so happy? What's their secret? Perhaps you just think too negatively too often.

"That guy sounded oddly happy," Petra commented while doing paperwork.

"Oh, uh, was it on speaker?"

"Nah, just that his voice is loud," she giggled, adjusting her ponytail holding perfect straight orange locks, "so,_, did anything out of the ordinary happen yesterday?"

"Not really. . . why?"

She grinned. "You were daydreaming earlier. We've been working here for so long that I can read you like a book now! Who's the lucky man, hm?"

Your cheeks flushed by instinct, you argued, "Nobody, Petra, I swear! My love life is as dead as black and white television."

"Aww, are you sure you don't want to go to the club with me this Saturday? Ymir, Sasha, and Christa will be there too! It'll be fun and, maybe, you'll bump into Mr. Right! Besides, you never do anything fun with us anymore!"

"Ha. Sure. Totally clubbing is my thing," sarcasm oozed from your tone, eyes desperately watching the phone to ring again.

Playfully, Petra nudged you and whispered, "Don't worry, I can keep a secret."

"It's not what you think," you muttered, "just random strangers."

Over exaggeratedly, the orange-haired woman gasped loudly. "Wow, didn't recall you to be that type-"

"I'm not like that!" You tried your best not to strangle the dear life out of her.

"Kinky," she winked, laughing.

"You know I would never do that," you tried to reason with your Cheshire cat grinning, entertained co-worker.

"Times have changed, _," Petra broadly smiled, "who knows just how many secrets you have hidden in that mind of yours!"

"Sh-Shut up, Petra!"

"Mr, Pixis, I presume?"

The balding old man smiled, gold eyes friendly crinkling. "That is correct, miss. And what is your name?"

"_," you briefly introduced yourself, then, gestured towards the five bodyguards, "these are our best guys available. Church, Springer, Reiner, Bertholdt, and Hanji."

"A girl bodyguard? That's pleasantly surprising," the man chuckled.

The moment those words escaped his mouth, Hanji adjusted her glasses and replied, "I may be female, however, I guarantee I am the smartest one here."

"That is good. Very good," briefly, he observed each of them and nodded in delight. "Just perfect. How much do I owe you if I need them for two weeks?"

Due to surprise, you hesitated then answered, "It's charged either $500 or $750 per day, depending if you want them armed or not."

"Armed please," a grin was plastered on his face, "never know if their audience will become too crazy."

"Audience? That brings me to my next point... What exactly do you need bodyguards for? An event? Security reasons for a classified meeting? Flight to a possibly dangerous country?"

He laughed out loud.

"I wish, missy! It's not as exciting or Hollywood-like at all. Just a concert. However, the boys are planning to stay in this area for two weeks. A bit like a vacation if I dare say."

This Pixis Dot guy is just full of surprises, huh?

"So, uhm, the total comes to $52 500. That is with five armed bodyguards for all-day," you slowly said, making sure that he understood every word.

"Do you accept debit?"

Your eyes nearly bulged out of its sockets. This guy seriously owned a debit card with that much money in it?! Rich people these days are unbelievable.

"Y-Yes, here's the machine," you said after Hanji passed the portable debit card machine to you, smiling for who knows what reason.

Pixis entered his pin and the transaction was successful.

"I'd like to have the bodyguards at 1830 Shiganshina St, promptly at 7:30 AM. It's an apartment a bit far from Metropolis. Wouldn't want any crowd awaiting us every morning at the front door, screaming No Name non-stop! The members just might turn crazier then they already are," he chuckled and handed me a key, "25th floor. Room number 252. Here's the key inside. Tomorrow, I'll give each of them one for themselves."

I nodded and smiled. "Thank you for doing business with us, Mr. Pixis."

"No, thank you, _," before he stepped out of the exit, his voice rang out, "and please, you all are free to just call me Pixis!"

He didn't even allow you any time to ask if he had any questions. Well then. You guess that's all.

Church raised an eyebrow. "So. . . time to pack, I assume?"

"Hehe, I hope he doesn't mind a few of my test subjects living at that apartment," Hanji eyeglasses' frames gleamed in excitement.

Before you could protest, Springer commented, "Maybe there'll be a pool and an ice rink there too. No Name's members are probably millionaires, billionaires!"

"Alright guys," you raised your voice against their stimulated conversations, "stay on task and start packing like Church said."

"What a party pooper," the female bodyguard pouted.

A/N: I'm sorry how OOC everybody sounds! XD I should make the sub-genre 'Parody', haha! Oh yeah, if any of you forgot, Church is Farlan, Springer is Connie, and I think the rest is self-explanatory. ^^; Thanks for all the follows, faves, and one review (Shazzawazza67) haha! :)

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