Assassin 3
If all of you are nice and review i will update A walking Talking secret (OHHHH) see i have a very nice break so i have back up chapters in the wings :)
Well read on my friends ...
"You are not going to sleep on the floor!" Bill exclaimed as he heard Alex's plan.
"Oh yes I am," she said. Stripping off her shirt and pants to reveal a layer of fabric much like a tank top and spandex but her legs arms were sheathed with knives, her abdomen was corseted into a device that was layered in weapons. She had one gun on her ankle. Bill just stared.
"How do you get through a metal detector?" he asked as she slipped a tee-shirt and loose pants over her under clothes.
"I don't," she said simply.
…..
"What do you mean I'm staying in your room?" Casey was now semi glaring at Tom.
"Jost had made the arrangements with us before you two even came by. We agreed that it would keep you safer." He shrugged.
"Whatever, let's go so we can catch some sleep." She stated, getting up from the couch. Tom followed her lead and led the way to his room.
From there Casey took her bag and ran her hand through it, bringing out a set of bedclothes. She turned and shed her shirt, Tom stared as her bra straps came into sight, along with some leather strap. He wondered what that was.
She took the strap of leather off and then placed it on the couch; Tom looked at it and saw some sort of knife assortment attached to the front. She then took the bra off and pulled the nightshirt on.
After that she took the pants off and Tom blinked at the gun strapped to the inside of her thigh. Casey pulled the other pants on after getting rid of the other weapon.
She then turned to look at Tom, "Don't touch me while I'm sleeping or I will punch you in the face." She looked dead serious.
Tom just stood there.
Casey turned to the couch and laid down on it, curling up around her weapons.
…..
Bill watched as Alex curled into a ball. He wondered how she could sleep strapped with so many weapons. He was too tired to worry for long.
Alex was on alert something told her that something was about to happen.
Casey stepped as silently slipped into Alex and Bills room. She wanted to know more about the girl. Before she could get into the room something hit her and she was tossed to the ground. She felt strong arms pinning hers down and suddenly there was a knife at her throat.
"Fuck." she hissed, curling her hands around the person's arms.
She blinked and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she caught Marcella's dark outline above her.
"What the hell do you want?" Marcella whispered harshly.
Casey felt the knife press a little tighter on her throat. "I was doing nothing but checking on your asses. Who knows what people can sneak in under our noses." She didn't care for this Marcella; if she lied it wasn't any of her problem.
"Why don't I believe you?" Alex asked.
"I'm telling the truth," Casey said as she felt blood run from the cut where Marcella held the knife.
"The Chinese emperor was a better liar than you," she hissed.
"The U.S. government will kill you," Casey threatened.
"One more person out to kill me why should I care?" she asked.
"Let me go," Casey said. Alex moved the knife and flipped Casey over and leveled a dagger that was nearly a sword.
"Don't try this again," Alex said and vanished.
Casey left the room and headed to the washroom to clean her neck.
Once in there she inspected the cut and then looked for some peroxide. She found it and then leveled her neck over the sink.
She opened the cap and poured some over the wound.
Her left arm twitched and she closed her eyes, 'Well that stung.' She thought.
After she had gotten through cleaning her neck she got some water and drunk it. Then she went back to Tom's room, sitting on the couch and fiddling with her gun.
…
"What was it?" Bill asked blearily.
"Nothing, just go back to sleep," Alex sighed and leaned against the wall watching Bill sleep. Her dark hair framed a moon pale face. He was gorgeous; he was so peaceful it almost hurt for her to watch. Just by being here she was endangering him.
It had been a longtime since peace had had anything to do with her. She had had nothing but pain and death since she started at the academy. Even her boyfriends had been like her.
….
Casey rose early the next morning and dressed in her work out gear, going down to the gym of the hotel for about two hours.
After she got there she started running on the tread mill, doing a mile and a half in ten minutes and fifty seconds.
After that she went to the weight bench and lifted seventy five pounds, fifty reps for each arm.
When she was done with that she went into the sweat room, thank God for that, for the rest of the time.
She was heading back up to the room when she ran into Tom; he was looking around the hotel. He looked slightly worried.
…
"Where's Marcella?" Casey asked not liking the girl's absence.
"She went for her work out two hours ago." Bill said yawning as he entered the room.
"She went for a run at five in the morning?" Tom asked incredulously.
"I have to if I want to get the time in," Alex said. Appearing as usual out of nowhere. She did back flip into a handstand and stood there before flipping into a sitting position that was Indian style with both feet on top.
"Ouch?" Tom said looking at her.
"Eh, I get the feeling I'm not going to get a good workout while I'm here," Alex said with a sigh.
Casey went to shower and change, getting the sweat off of her body and feeling the fresh hot water uncover her dirty pores.
With a sigh she stepped out and toweled off, dressing quickly and slipping her weapons into place. When she was through she went back to the living area and sat on the couch beside Tom.
"What are we supposed to do today?" she asked, looking at the other three.
"Press release?" Bill suggested.
"I don't like that idea," Alex said.
"Why not Marcy," Bill asked.
"I like to think I changed my look but being with me blatantly in front of hundreds of camera angles isn't something you want to do," Alex said.
"So Tom and I will talk about you guys on the interview but you won't go on TV?" Bill asked.
"Good," Marcella said.
Casey shrugged, she didn't really care.
"Ok, so what else are we going to do today?" Tom looked around.
Georg and Gustav walked into the room, "Quad biking anyone?"
Casey jumped up at about the same time as Tom, or maybe a second before, "YES!" they both shouted.
"Sounds great," Bill said. Alex was silent, "What do you think Marcy?"
"Not my thing," Bill looked so dejected that she sighed. "Don't let me ruin your fun, I'll go but I'm not driving one!"
….
It took one hour to book a place that would let them drive the bikes around.
Thirty minutes later they were at the place and picking out their vehicles.
Casey chose a dirt bike with a black paintjob and orange pinstripes. She took the matching gear off of a shelf and put it on.
Tom got a four wheeler that was the color of his shirt, a semi dark blue with white splotches on the sides.
Georg and Gustav got matching bikes and gear, not really caring too much for the look as long as it had the speed.
Bill got the black and red four wheeler, Alex watched as he picked up two pairs of safety gear.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked as he walked up to her, holding out one pair.
"At least ride with me." He requested, pouting cutely.
She tried to resist, but no one can resist Bill Kaulitz.
After a short period of time she sighed and then went to slip into the clothes.
Casey looked up as everyone turned on their machines, almost as if at once.
She smiled and put her helmet over her hair, not really caring if she did got helmet hair after this.
They waited until the man running the place opened the doors, and then took off.
…..
Alex leaned against Bill. She had the vast desire to close her eyes. Swords and bullets flying past her no problem, the idea of crashing this quad and being maimed for life, horrifying.
"Are you scared?" Bill asked her.
"I'm horrified," she said.
Casey flew over a large hill; doing at least eighty she had enough speed and space from the ground to do a front flip on the bike. When she landed she let out a yell of triumph and spun out on purpose.
When she slowed down she took a look and saw the others doing similar stunts, though no one else was flipping through the air.
Tom was doing figure eights somewhere to her left and Gustav and Georg were racing each other.
Bill and Alex were cruising along, looking like they were talking to each other.
Casey rolled her eyes at those two and went back to doing death defying stunts.
Bill decided to take it a little faster on the bike. Alex went white and buried her face in his back.
"I am going to beat your ass with the flat of a katana or a claymore," she said he just laughed.
"Don't you think this is fun," Bill asked her excitement.
"Hell to the no," she said, "I will show you what fun is when we get back to the hotel where I can get my swords," she said still not looking up. These people were fucking psycho.
Tom did a wheelie on his four wheeler and stood up as it was on the two wheels. He rode it at a fast pace that way for a couple of minutes before bringing it back down and going after Gustav and Georg.
Casey sighed as she slowed down and stopped for a second; placing her feet on the sandy ground she looked around.
Everybody was doing something to occupy their time while on the bikes, but she could tell their time was coming to an end. Not only because they had only paid for two hours, but because the bikes were probably almost out of gas…
She took the cap off the gas tank and confirmed her suspicions.
They would need to start heading back now if they wanted to get there not on foot.
She pressed on the gas a little and slid up beside Bill, gesturing for him to slow down.
"We need to round everyone up and get back to the place. These bikes are almost out of gas and I would hate to walk back there in this heat." She told him and Marcella.
They nodded and helped her gather everyone.
Soon they were all back in the air conditioned room, pulling their sand and sweat soaked gear off their bodies.
Casey frowned as she placed her helmet on the table, she could feel the sand underneath her shirt and jacket. A shower was desperately needed.
….
Bill noted that Alex looked much happier now that they were back on solid ground. As soon as they go back to the hotel she dove for the shower.
Luckily for Bill she made it fast. Bill tried to keep his quick as well. He stared, frozen as he entered his room again. Alex was juggling three long bladed daggers as she turned in a complicated pattern. She made no move to show that she knew Bill existed until she caught all three and laid them at her feet.
"That was insane," he said wondering just how many tricks she could do like that. She shrugged and went over to the trunk that she had stowed by the door and pulled out two long, thin curved swords, that looked Asian.
She began to cut and spin and whirl and jump. There was nearly as much acrobatic as there was sword play. Soon Tom came to watch sensing something through his brother.
By the time Alex had finished that blade dance and moved onto one involving claymore everyone was watching. Of course none of them knew just how heavy a claymore was as they watched, none of them knew... yet.
Casey stood near Tom and Georg as she watched Alex put on the show.
It was cool, she had to admit that, and she probably wouldn't be able to do it, ever.
She was slightly jealous, it was obvious that Alex knew her swords and shit.
But she knew about her guns, and most of the knives that she had in her possession. So she was about to par with Alex on the weapons department.
Alex could feel the wonderful feeling in her muscles as they worked in synchrony. She brought the claymore around, she loved this blade, it was one of the hardest to use just because of its size.
The claymore was designed to be lifted by the Saxon warriors. There were plenty of full grown men who could barely lift let alone wield it. Gently she set it back into its spot in her trunk. She sighed and sat down to remove her sweat pants and long-sleeved shirt.
She had to do a weapons check even if all these people wanted to watch. Alex could see admiration in Casey's face as she revealed the stash she carried on her.
She only carried two guns but she carried enough blades to fit an army. Carefully she checked each one and polished it and the boys sat and watched as the pile next to her grew and finally she pulled out her two guns from their hidden holsters checked them added them to the pile.
"That's a lot," Tom said,
"Not done yet," Alex said leaning over to grab the large trunk and slightly smaller one.