Chapter 4: Spies and Quesadillas
Marlene drove her white Honda into the concrete drive way. She was still smiling about the events that had occured earlier. Doris was grinning
wildly for the rest of the evening, and seeing her friend so joyful, made her happy as well. The brunnette put others happiness before her
own, which made her one of the most liked in the entire neighborhood.
She slowly got out of the car, pulling out a small cake and flowers with her. Marlene threw her bag over her sholder and closed the car door
with her foot, as her hands were full. The waitress tried not to let the house warming gifts topple over as she stumbled towards the front door.
Marlene gripped the golden knob and slowly turned it.
"Kitten! I'm home!" Marlene shouted as she walked in, dropping the brown bag that was slung her shoulder by the staircase. Keiko came
running down stairs, hugging her cousin before speaking.
"Hey Marley! How was work?" The shorter female asked, a small smile gracing her features. Keiko walked into the kitchen, expecting her
cousin to follow."Was Doris a pain today?"
Marlene rolled her eyes,"No, Doris wasn't a pain and work was fine." Keiko smiled and opened the fridge door, pulling out a few items. The
teenager turned on the stove, placing a pan on the open flame.
"Hey Keiko, a little help?" The brunnette asked and gestured towards the red roses and cake in her arms, which seemed to be gaining weight
as the seconds past.
"But I'm making you dinner!" The other other replied motioning towards the pan, tortillas, and the large block of pale looking cheese.
"No you aren't! You were probably just making yourself something and decided to use it as an excuse!" Marlene knew her to well.
"I was eventually going to make you one too!"
"Whatever! Just help!"
Keiko hesitated but took the cake out of her cousin's arms, setting it on the marble counter. The 13 year old examined the pastry a bit more,
licking her lips a bit."Marley! You know my birthday isn't for about another 2 weeks. You didn't have to get the cake for me this early!"
"It isn't for you. It's a house warming gift for the new neighbors-"
"Skipper and Private? I met them while I was walking home from school," Keiko replied casually as she walked back to the stove. She gently
placed a few tortillas on the pan, letting them get warm."They seem... odd."
"Wait, what? Theres more? And what I tell you about talking to strangers?" Marlene scolded, putting her hands on her hips. Now it was the
other's turn to roll her eyes.
"Well they aren't strangers anymore! Plus, Private is about my age," Keiko's jade eyes flickered."Ya know, that Skipper guy would make a
wayyy better boyfriend than Julian..."
"Keiko if I have to put up with you, your going to have to put up with him," Marlene reminded the stubborn teen, earning an unsatisfied groan.
"Well how about you keep making your Quesadillas and I'll go meet them?" The waitress added.
"Alright. Remember, if one them tries to get all touchy, aim your leg right for the crotch!" Keiko snickered a bit while cutting up the dairy product.
"I have no idea where you got your sense of humor," Marlene pointed out dryly while picking up her gifts. She then began making her way for
the door.
"And you better make me one too!" Marlene reminded, reffering to the warm food as the mouth watering scent wafted into her nose.
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"Kowalski! Status update on the new security system!" Skipper barked at his strategist. Kowalski connected a few more wires together and
added a bit of electrical tape before answering.
"Security system and cameras now online sir," The scientist informed and pressed a button, turning the intricate machine on.
The television flipped and a flatscreen with smaller screens on it took its place. The screens flickered before switching into their designated
positions. Different images took over the device, as it was intended to do.
Skipper's charismatic was wiped off when his weapons expert pointed began pointing at the screen. "Som'ne Comin'!" Rico croaked and looked
over the glass screen oncemore.
"Skippah! Someones coming!" Private confirmed. In the screen shot, was a young woman holding a bundle of red roses and a cake covered in
sweet strawberries. She seemed a bit suspicous... Well, atleast to Skipper she did.
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Marlene was about to ring the doorbell when she was pulled inside by a firm hand. She shreiked and dropped the gifts as the same arm
wrapped around her belly, who ever this guy was, he was getting a better grip. The startled young woman frantically squirmed as she tried to
escape the death grip.
She was now being held in the air, thrown over a man's shoulder. His hair was slicked back with some sort of hair product and he was dressed
in formal looking attire. He had a wide chest and didn't look like either of the men she met in the coffee shop.
Marlene began banging on the strange man's back as she screamed for help, only small squeaks escaping her pink lips. The brunnette wass thrown
onto a chair and was tied up with a thick rope. A boy was tieing small knots and whispered an apology about two to three times.
The room was dark, except for the bright light that was beginning to blind her. Thats when two others appeared, the one's from the shop.
"Marlene?" A familiar voice asked, and another grunted a bit.
"K-Kowalski? Why did you literally drag me inside?" Marlene began trying tugging on the tough rope that was binding her to the wooden chair. The scientist rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something.
"I'll ask the questions, Ms. Marlene! If that's even your real name!" Skipper's saphire eyes narrowed, intimidating their captive a bit.
Private interrupted,"Skippah, she doesn't look like the spy type..." Rico nodded, his tounge hanging freely by his scar.
"She and a friend gave us directions." Nobody missed the light blush that stained the strategist's pale cheeks. Skipper hid a humorous smirk
that was lightly tugging at his lips.
The captain managed to keep a straight face, though it was a real challenge this time."Real men don't ask for directions!" Skipper replied, putting
his hands on his hips, showing dissapointmeant in his comrade's action.
"Yea, well, can you just let me out? Please Skipper?" Marlene pleaded, hoping that using the man's name would help a bit. He raised a brow
and began looking her over, trying to figure out if she was actually spy material.
"You don't really look like spy material... And if I were a villian, I wouldn't hire you-"
"Hey!" Marlene shouted."If I wanted to be a 'villian' I could so pass off as one!" The waitress shut her mouth, biting her tounge a bit. That
couldn't have helped in her current situation.
"What are you guys doing to my cousin?" A shrill voice asked. Everyone turned to find a surprised Keiko in the doorway.
Now that they all thought about it, it did look pretty odd. 3 men and a boy surrounding a girl who was tied to a chair. Not the most common scene. Private sheepishly waved and chuckled nervously.
"Marley! Didn't I tell you to aim for the crotch?" Keiko exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air in frustration. The teen then gripped the
bridge of her nose and shook her head.
Marlene glared at her cousin,"I swear! Sometimes you could be so useless!"
"HEY! I made you dinner! And I could always leave you here ya know?"
"And I could always kick you to the curb!"
"Yea well I-"
"Are you two ever going to stop this tom foolery?" Skipper yelled, finally getting the two to stop bickering."Private, just cut the rope! For our
sanity!"
"Excluding Rico, of course," Kowalski added and handed the private a small dagger. Private thanked the other and began sawing at the rope.
"I'm letting you go, doesn't mean I won't keep an eye on you though," Skipper glared, trying to intimidate his neighbors. Keiko nodded and
tugged on her older cousin's sleeve.
"Come on Marley! Quesadillas are getting cold!" The teenage nuisance reminded and began walking towards her home.
"Well, if you guys ever need a favor, here's my number," Marlene stated calmly and handed the lead detective her cellular number.
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After the unexpected visit, Skipper had order for everybody to get into their work gear. The suits looked much like those used by SWAT
teams, just without the hats and the usual logo(SWAT in white letters). Instead, the letters read "Unit Delta".
After about 15 minutes of driving, they had finally made it to the Police station and had parked their beloved Porsche in the parking lot.
Kowalski and Private wobbled their way out of the car, both still a bit shooken up.
Skipper smirked and casually walked into the police station, going up to the front desk."May I help you sir?" A confused police woman asked.
"Yes, we're looking for Officer X"
A/N: CLIFF HANGER! And I uploaded this pretty early because I'm really busy this week, Thus explaining the early update. Sorry if there are BAKERY TIME! Hipturtle: (0) XxPenguinSoldierxX: (0) SipperPrivate: (0) {For being a big fan :D}
spelling errors, I didn't check that well. Plus I rushed around the end.
