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"We're not spies," Logan scowled. "Why can't you get the CIA to do that work?"

James gave a sigh, leaning back in the large, comfortable chair of this conference room they were sitting in. They'd been here for twenty minutes tops. He hadn't seen Gustavo Rocque yet, just his associates. And they were now being told what their first 'order' was. He didn't exactly have a huge problem with this like Logan did. He'd just assumed a little that since they were supposed to be the special superheroes so desperately needed, they should be the ones calling the shots.

But obviously not.

"Look, Mitchell," Lucy Stone snapped, completely unfazed by his anger. "We want you all up front. Thing is, when one person hears a story and passes it on to another, it can be changed. Even if a little, that's enough. I don't see what your problem is with this, it's now like your abilities won't be put to good use. Plus, these two—" She pointed to where Kendall and Camille were sitting together, "—both have experience in this line of work. They'll help instruct you on what moves you need to make."

Logan just sighed, folding his arms. "Alright. Where are we going first?"

"You're staying here, in LA. We picked up a message that there's gonna be a man in the city tonight, meeting with a potential ally for Hawk. We don't know who he's meeting with, but the guy's name is Wayne Dooley." She slammed a photo down on the table for them all to see. "He's got a record. Not for anything too drastic, most likely he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Anyway, we wanna catch him and find out what he knows. That's what we're relying on you to do."

"We won't let you down," Camille promised.

Speak for yourself, James couldn't help thinking. So far, we haven't exactly been a super dream team, have we?


James glanced over at Kendall. The blonde was now a brunette, with a golden tan over his formerly pale skin. Still looked hot. But the pale blondeness was a better look for him, definitely.

"Are we ready?" Camille asked, her hair securely done up in a short black wig.

"I am," Carlos said, zipping up his shiny red jacket over his chest. Everyone else was too, so the six of them got themselves equipped before heading out to the car. Dak drove them in, but parked at least a block away from where the club was. "Can't take you any further than this," he explained. "You've gotta look like you belong once you get closer."

So the six of them left the black car and stood out on the sidewalk, laughter and loud voices echoing around them. "These heels suck," Kelly whined, looking extremely uncomfortable in her wedges. "I won't be able to run in these."

"Hopefully, you won't have to run," Logan replied, giving a grim smile.

The six of them walked down the street, Camille and Kendall walking arm in arm and talking with loud voices, laughing and totally at ease. James guessed it was all for show, and it was pretty convincing. He decided to give it a try and turned to Carlos, offering a charming grin. "So . . ."

"I also think all that purple is gay," Carlos shot back, chuckling and nudging James with his shoulder, before moving on to walk next to Logan. James hurried after them, sighing. Maybe he could do with a colour change after all . . .

"We'll go into pairs until we find this guy," Kendall instructed once they made it in past the bouncer. "We've all seen his picture."

"I'll go with Carlos," Logan said immediately, the Latino flashing him a delighted smile.

"I'll go with James," Kendall said. "Then Camille can go with Kelly."

"You just can't stay away, can you?" James teased.

"No." Kendall gave an exasperated sigh. "I need to keep an eye on you, that's why."

"Oh. That's less appealing."

"Come on," Kendall ordered, taking his arm and leading him away from the others.

They wandered through the club for a little while, squeezing in and out between large groups of dancing adults. More than once James felt someone's hand smack against his ass or crotch. Ad sadly it was never Kendall. Though at one point, he did manage to reach out and give the blonde's ass a spank, only to shrug and point to the crowds when Kendall turned and gave him an accusing glare.

"There he is!" James said suddenly, pointing towards the bar. "Well, I'm pretty sure . . ."

"No, you're right." Kendall stared over, biting his lip thoughtfully. "Okay, let's go over."

"What?!" James's jaw dropped. "You wanna just go over and—"

"Come on!"

James followed, a strong feeling in his gut that this would be a very bad idea.

"Hi," Kendall said slyly, sliding onto the bar stool next to Wayne's in one smooth, fluid movement. James sat on Kendall's other side, slightly (or more than slightly) apprehensive about what the blonde might be planning. "I haven't seem you around here before. My names's Drew."

Drew. Huh. It was believable. James decided at that moment that his fake name would be Kurt (because come on, who didn't wanna be called that?!) should the time come that he needed it. Then he saw Kendall's forefinger sliding down this man's bicep and felt his blood boil. Excuse me 'Drew', but who has saved you on countless occasions? Plus, we all know my biceps are better!

"Are you a regular here?" Wayne was asking, smiling just as flirtatiously back at him.

"Mhm." Kendall bit his lip, batting his eyelashes just enough. "It's my favourite club." His voice lowered slightly. "They even have rooms at the back. I meet all the best guys here."

"Am I next on that list?"

"Depends. Do you wanna be?"

"Hmm. I think I do." Wayne's eyes left Kendall for a second and focused on James. "What about your friend?"

"He'll get lost." Kendall spun around in his stool and turned to stare at James with hard eyes. "Won't you?"

James nodded, feeling what he could only describe as a knot in his throat. "Y-yeah, I guess I will."

"Awesome!" Kendall grinned, hopping up as Wayne did, the dark-haired man's arm looping tightly around his waist. "Come on, I'll show you where to go."

As they walked away, Kendall glanced over his shoulder briefly and gave James a quick wink. James honestly had no idea what he was supposed to make of this. Was Kendall seriously gonna go off and ride the dick of the guy they were supposed to capture?! He didn't seem the type, considering he was so uptight with all of James's advances. And James was hotter.

Yep, definitely hotter.

"Hey, James? I'm looking at you from by the door, where's Kendall?"

James's finger snapped up to his earpiece. "Um . . . he went off to fuck Wayne," he said at last, smiling sheepishly in the direction of where he assumed Logan was. He couldn't see him through the flashing lights or the throngs of people. "Or to pretend he was."

James heard a groan of exasperation from another voice, then suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Camille and Kelly standing behind him. Across the club, James could see Carlos and Logan approaching too. He supposed that they were now throwing subtlety out the window, considering Wayne had gone off with Kendall and was out of sight.

"Why did you let him go?!" Kelly demanded furiously. "That man could be dangerous!"

"Kelly, relax," Carlos sighed. "He's just a guy. At most he'll have a gun, or a knife. Kendall's got both of those, and probably more."

"Carlos is right," Camille smiled. "Kendall can take care of himself."

"I still don't wanna leave him alone though," Logan frowned. "Can we at least follow where he went and just, I dunno, hang around in case something happens?"

James quickly got up. "I saw where they went. Follow me!" Stupid Drew. Who does he think he is, throwing himself at other people?! Rude.

Kendall shut the door of their chosen room firmly behind him, checking the hallway briefly for anyone who looked like they shouldn't be there. But it was all fine.

"Big beds here," Wayne commented, smirking as he eyed the king-sized bed with the large metal heard board.

"Uh huh." Kendall's arms wrapped around Wayne's middle as he lightly pressed his lips to the man's neck. "They're made for fucking."

"Well, who are we to waste them?" Wayne turned around, hands tightly gripping Kendall's hips as he pulled him forward. Kendall gave him a sultry grin, letting out an encouraging gasp when Wayne's hands wandered back to his ass and gave it a rough squeeze. Kendall, for a second as Wayne's tongue slid over his bottom lip, focused hard on trying to make sure that his gun was still strapped firmly to his lower leg under the conveniently baggy ends of his jeans. It was; he could feel the cool, hard surface of it pressed lightly against his skin.

He pushed Wayne back, giving him a little wink and anther bat of his eyelashes. "How amazing," emphasising tha word just enough, not too much, "are you gonna make me feel?" he asked softly, turning them both so his back was to the bed and walking backwards, sitting on the mattress and scooting back. He knew, that even though he wasn't blocking the door, if Wayne tried to run he'd still get him. He never missed. Not once.

He moved a hand down and stretched up his legs as if he was going to remove his boots. Wayne's eyes watched him hungrily, his tongue darting out to lick his lip. Then, after taking one deep breath to compose himself, Kendall's hand darted under the hem of his jeans, found the strap around his leg and he pulled his handgun out, pointing it up at where Wayne stood. It all happened in under two seconds.

Wayne's eyes widened for a seocnd then, he scowled and gave a long sigh. "I see we've got ourselves a little problem." He glared daggers in Kendall's direction. "Seems a bit catty. Luring someone off to a bedroom with you only to blow their brains out. You sure that's wise? I could be any kind of dangerous bastard that you don't wanna mess with."

"I guess you could be." Kendall pointed the gun directly on his chosen spot on Wayne's forehead. "Thing is, I've got you stuck now, haven't I? Don't more or I'll shoot."

"Will you, now?" Wayne raised his eyebrows, moving to fold his arms." And why should I believe you?"

"Why shouldn't you? And keep those hands where I can see them," Kendall snapped, eyes narrowed.

Wayne chuckled, moving his hands above his head. "You got it, sweetheart." Then his jaw clenched as his fists did, and Kendall suddenly heard a loud creak from behind him.

Kendall shrieked in pain when the metal bars from the headboard coiled around his arms, yanking him backwards until his back slammed against the headboard, another metal bar curling around his chest and squeezing tightly, his breath catching in his throat. He still held the gun in his hand. But he couldn't point it anywhere anymore except at the wall on his right. Who the heck was this guy?

"What did you just do?!" Kendall demanded, trying not to sound frightened as he struggled hopelessly with the metal bounds. "What are you?!"

"What am I? Oh." Wayne chuckled, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed. He was out of reach when Kendall tried to lash out and kick him, to the blonde's disappointment. "I think a better question is, what are you? CIA? Just a cop? Or are you just some random little slut who tried to get in bed with me?"

Kendall gritted his teeth, trying to breathe properly. It was difficult with the metal around his chest tightening a little more every second. "If I was that last one, I wouldn't have pulled a gun on you, would I?"

"Maybe not. Maybe you're just crazy."

Wayne had scooted a little closer, so Kendall lashed out with his foot again and tried to strike the steel toe of his boot into the man's chest. But Wayne dodged, his eyes narrowed and suddenly Kendall couldn't breathe at all, the metal sliding up to press tightly against his throat. He tried to gasp and swallow more air into his lungs, writhing weakly against the headboard as black spots started to swim in his vision. "You're still hot," Wayne commented, a dark smile on his face as he watched Kendall choke and struggle for air. "Guess this is a good day after all."

Then suddenly the door burst open. Wayne spun around with wide eyes, but there was no one there. And even as Kendall started to black out, he felt a faint trace of a smile spread on his lips. With the last little breath he could take in, he exhaled softly, "Game over."

James blasted Wayne across the room in a fit of rage, chest heaving. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kelly, Camille, Carlos an Logan following him into the room, ready to attack. As Wayne had been slammed into the wall, lying there with a groan of pain, the metal over Kendall's throat seemed to loosen tightly, though he was still bound to the bed. He let out a strangled gasp as he took it the air he'd been deprived off, coughing and choking weakly. "Cam," he called shakily, waving the hand that held the gun. "Catch." He let it slip from his fingers, Camille stretched her hand out, and the weapon flew into the palm of her hand. She moved to point it at Wayne, stepping closer to him. "Sit up. Don't even think about trying anything."

Wayne did as she said, sitting up begrudgingly and putting his hands on his head. "Are you all from the same little clique?" he snarled. "What the fuck did I do?"

"That's what we wanna find out," Camille replied with a smile. She half glanced at Kelly. Kelly's eyes narrowed, Wayne's eyes rolled back in his had and he slumped over, unconscious.

"Camille," Kendall called, voice stronger now. "A little help?"

"I didn't know you were telekinetic," Logan commented, smiling in admiration. "I thought you were just like Kendall."

"A lot of people think that. I prefer it that way." Camille grinned. "Gives me an element of surprise, you know?" She moved over to Kendall, before working on moving the metal bars from around him.

"I guess that guy isn't what we thought," James sighed, eyeing where Wayne lay with disdain. "What are we gonna do with him?"

"We'll get Dak to come and pick us up," Kendall replied softly, standing up with one hand moving to rub his other arm where he'd been held down, his face scrunching up slightly in pain.

"Are you alright?" James asked quickly. "He didn't hurt you, did he? I-I mean, besides choking you with—"

"I'm fine," Kendall replied firmly, silencing James's babbling. But he gave him a warm smile before taking out his phone. "I'll get Dak to pull over outside. We can take Wayne out through the back door."

"Is there a back door?"

"Well, that's for you to find out." Kendall pushed Carlos towards the door of the room and left him to it. "Who's gonna carry him?"

"I'll do it!" James grinned, moving forward and hoisting Wayne's limp, heavy body over his shoulder with ease, his biceps bulging. He gave Kendall a smirk and a wink, causing him to roll his eyes and look away, moving on to call Dak and give him instructions.

James sighed mournfully. Well, so much for that.

"I found the back door," Carlos announced, walking back in. "Nobody's around. We can get out now without any trouble if we move quickly."

"Okay, we'll do that." Kendall turned to James. "You can carry him, right?"

"Of course!" James scoffed. "Have you not seen my arms?"

Kendall gave a small smile, cheeks flushing just a little as his gaze drifted away.

"Yeah, I guess I have . . ." He cleared his throat suddenly, seeming to shake himself out of his daze. "Alright, let's get going."


James's head spun sharply as the shower door opened, steam drifting out and dampening the walls of the surrounding room. Kendall was walking out of the showers, nothing but a pair of little boxer briefs on his slim body. He was drying his hair with a towel, and James noticed, the tan had been scrubbed completely from his skin. He was back to his naturally sexy self.

"I can see you looking," Kendall commented, disappearing for a second into a cubicle on James's right, but leaving the door open.

James heard the cracking of leather fabric and glanced over to see Kendall walking out again, pulling up his tight suit and sipping it up the front, as far as his collarbone. He tied his belt of equipment around his tiny waist and let it sit there on his hips. "Is that such a bad thing?" James asked innocent as Kendall sat next to him and started putting on his boots. "You didn't seem to mind."

"You're so full of it," Kendall chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"Full of what?" James teased. "Handsome?"

"Nope."

"Perfection?"

"Wrong again."

"Well then, I'm totally stumped. You're gonna have to give me a hint."

"You'll figure it out on your own." Kendall stretched, lithe body flexing and the light from the bulbs in the ceiling catching a shiny buckle on his belt. "But for now, let's get going. I think they're gonna start the interrogation soon."

James waited a second or two before getting up and following Kendall out of the room. He couldn't help the smile on his face as he watched the blonde walk down the hall, that leather just . . . pretty much flattering absolutely everything.

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