Only ONE review? Man. i though you guys would LIKE this one... i feel like i let u all down. :( but IIIIIII like it so IIIIII'M finishing it!
Lil-Dutchezz- hehe im updating! And yeah... confusion lies ahead. But you'll find out why Deondre wasn't there sooooon enough (not in this chap tho)
OKAY!
How them Freeman boys gon' get outta THIS one!?
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Deondre woke up to the sound of someone beating on his door, stirring, he yawned and noticed the two boys were still fast asleep on his lap.
"Freeman!"
Fuck! Laura!
Deondre jumped up, no time to wake the boys. He grabbed the comforter off the bed and tossed it over the couch which he then covered with pillows upon pillows.
"Freeman!"
Straightening his shirt, he wobbled to the door and pulled it back, Laura was looking serious as usual, her arms folded over her chest. He watched as her eyes went downcast to his nether regions when he realized...
...he was still in his boxer shorts.
"Uh... S'cuze me," He nearly shut the door,but she stopped him with her hand.
"No time for that," She urged, letting herself in, "We have urgent business to attend to immediately. I'm just going to run it by you and..." She stopped when she noticed the three bowls of half eaten popcorn spralled around the room. Her eyes then turned attention to the very lumpy couch, "...and meet you in the... science lab,"
"Sure thing," Deondre said quickly.
"What is all this?"
"Oh... I uh... couldn't sleep...so I crashed on the couch to watch Scar Face,"
She looked at him with an untrusting stare that soon turned into one of her mind numbing frowns. Deondre grinned and pulled his hand over the back of his head to laugh nervously. He watched her as she scanned the area, walking around curiously until she came across something that made her lose interest in the nervous man behind her.
"What the-?" A voice from under the blanket muttered, Deondre felt his stomach grow ill when he saw the small lumps start wiggling about. Before Laura could turn her head to look at him, Deondre jumped and landed hard on the couch, causing loud moans to escape the boys hidden undeneith, which he masked by using extremely loud coughing.
"S-sorry, Laura-hack-hack! I didn't take my uh.. allergy medicine HACK HACK yet and uh... ya know HACK WHEEZE HACK!"
The boys obvioulsy took the hint and shut up and remained still.
"Is this yours?" She asked curiously, holding up a tiny green and black back pack. The one Huey always kept the journal in.
"Uh... no," He admitted, standing up, figuring the boys would stay still, "That's my uh... nephew's... I was visiting my sister a few weeks ago on leave... and I picked her kid up from school. He left the darn thing in my car...hehe.. but I've been puttin' off sending it back,"
Laura looked down at the bag and then at him. She shrugged and dropped it casually, "Terrible. Poor boy probably didn't have any homework,"
"Yeah... but he's in elementary so it don't matter all that much, anyway,"
"I'm not even going to point out all the things wrong with that," Laura scoffed, rubbing the edges of her eyes in amazement, "I'll see you in the lab as soon as you get dressed,"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Blood test came back," She shrugged, "I figured this is our new case now,"
"Right. Gotcha, sure thing," He said, walking her to the door. He said his quick goodbyes and let her out. It wasn't until then that he really thought about what she said. Blood test? What blood test?
Huey and Riley jumped up from under the cover, both gasping for air. Pillows and popcorn bowls went flying and the boys looked at the large, puzzled man with annoyance.
"The hell's wrong witchu!? You got ANY idea how HEAVY your self is!?" Riley shouted, "Jesus!"
"I'm sorry guys, you okay?"
"Just fine... save the bone damage," Huey whinced, "What was she talking about? Y'all get a new assignment?"
"Not that I know of," Deondre shrugged, "But... Laura's been one step ahead of me this whole time, so... I'm not that surprised,"
"We'll trail you," Huey informed him, "I don't remember this in the journal... but I'll check again,"
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"Ah, Freeman, good to see you... and wearing pants," Laura teased, but her face read the same seriousness she always wore.
"Yeah..." Deondre grinned nervously, "So... what's this about?"
"Marcy?" Laura said, turning to the young woman in the lab coat in the chair beside them.
Marcy Higgins was a mousey girl with curly blonde hair that she kept in a bun behind her head. Glasses and big ears were features that people noticed instantly. She and Laura were friends from their firing squad sessions- Marcy quite after a few sessions.
"Okay... you two are gonna flip when you hear this..." Marcy said, taking her glasses off and tossing the small file towards them, "That blood sample from the tiny thief accomplice... it doesn't match with ANY legal born citizen in the US,"
Deondre's blood ran cold.
Meanwhile, Huey and Riley, who were located in the vent above the room exchanged panic looks. Riley looked at Huey's bandage and bit his lip. Huey replied to his look by shaking his head and shrugging.
"We...fucked up didn't we?" Riley whisper, almost totally unable to hear himself.
"I... think so,"
"So he's an illegal immigrant?"
"No... he's american," Marcy shrugged, "His blood reads that much. His parents are both mixed components of several different "black" nationalities,"
"So?"
"So, his gentic buildup is uncommon in any human being who isn't american. He's specifically- Cajun French, Nigerian, South African, English and Native American,"
"English? From England you mean?"
"That's right," Marcy replied, showing the chart, "Judging by his make up, I'd say... one of his parents was half,"
Laura stared at the documentation very carefully, her lip poking a bit.
"Well, maybe he was born illegally?" Deondre offered, trying to seem helpful and not so suspicious, knowing full and well why there were no CURRENT files of Huey Freeman, "Dumpster baby?"
"Highly doubtful..." Marcy sighed, sliding her glasses back on, "He would have had to have been found by now... no way a baby survived without someone helping it,"
"A secret identity. Perhaps he has an alias or two?" Laura offered again, "He's probably a top agent. The governement probably is blocking all records of him,"
"Even more doubtful,"
"How so?"
"Another thing we discovered looking at his blood," She started, leaning against her desk, "He's ten,"
"Ten what?"
"Years old,"
The news hit home. Laura's mouth dropped open and Deondre did his best at a surprised look. Huey and Riley started getting a bit nervous from their hide out, trying to keep from breathing too hard. This was serious stuff, after all.
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"I swear! How much of the tax payers dollars go into those stupid machines!?" Laura nearly screamed after returning to Deondre's apartment, "I mean... How the hell!?"
"Hehe... it's crazy," Deondre shrugged, "Some times... computers mess up, ya know?"
"A ten year old? A freaking TEN year old? It's... laughable," Laura nearly moaned, flopping down on the couch. Deondre chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets, "and how can he not exist!? We saw him!"
"Want some... tea or something?"
"You have tea?" She asked, "Earle grey, please."
"Uh... Green?"
"Whatever," She waved him off, holding her forehead in her hand. This was hard for Laura. She hated losing, but with a faulty blood reading there was nothing she could do from here. Deondre was now in the kitchen aread, boiling up the water, "I'm such a failure..."
"You?" Deondre scoffed, "Don't be stupid. You're the best here,"
"And I can't even catch a midget,"
He took a seat beside her, handing her a mug of tea (he makes it fast!) he had one for himself, only his was a large pint size and hers was a normal coffee mug.
"You like your tea?"
"Yeah," Deondre chuckled slightly, "Laura... I have... an idea,"
"Yes?" She said excitedly, obviously thinking it had something to do with new case.
"You and I have the night off since last night went so well in Berlin," He explained, "Whaddia say we skip manditory training and...go do something fun,"
"Fun?" She repeated, "What do you mean by... fun?"
"We could do anything," He shrugged, "There's a cool Jackie Chan movie out..."
"Dating is prohibited- especially between partners,"
"it's cool," Deondre put up his hands defensively, "But... can't we hang out? Like... as friends? Not our faults we're both two very attractive members of the opposite sex,"
Laura rolled her eyes, but hid her blush behind her frown, "I... suppose,"
"Party!" Deondre smiled, "I'm gonna show you the best not-date of your whole life! You wont even realize that we aint together,"
Laura broke down and smiled a bit. Deondre was certainly a cutey, the way he got so excited about things made the hulking barbarian seem like a child, "That sounds like fun," she spoke as she stood up, "I'm going home to rest. I'll come back... at what do you think? Seven?"
"Sounds perfect," Deondre grinned. Suddenly, a sharp whistle was heard and Deondre jumped, "I left some water boiling!" the kettle sounded like it was about to explode.
"I'll just let myself out," Laura told him, making her way to the door.
Huey and Riley tumbled out of the vent once they heard the door slam. They, obviously, miscalculated how high up they were and went crashing to the ground, Huey landing on his arm and wailing out in pain.
"Hey boys," Deondre sighed, "Pretty crazy stuff, right?"
"Man! This gives me a whole new way to do ma thang!" Riley started, jumping around, "I can do whatever I wanted an' can't get in trouble cos I don't exist!"
"You'e just now realizing that, Stupid?"
"They HAD you! They had your blood sample- and the top minds couldn't even peg it on ya! This is great!"
"Not really," Deondre put in, giving up on his kettle, "Laura's really suspicious now, we're gonna hafta be careful. No more tagging along. For awhile, you two stay put in here,"
Huey and Riley didn't seem happy with the idea, but figured it really was for the best.
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AhhhH!! Huey and Riley gonna be stuck inside all night!
I'd say I have about three... four or five (tops) chapters left.