I do not own Fillmore. I only own Amazon and Liz.

Departing

Amazon ran a hand through her blond hair and stared out of the windows. A plane was being prepped on the airway, and it was the one she would soon be boarding. Her large suitcase rested by her black boots, silver skull key-chains glinting in the florescent lights. "I can't believe dad agreed to this..."

"I can't believe we did." Liz muttered. She had come along with Principal Folsom and Vallejo to say goodbye. She crossed her arms and regarded Amazon with uncertainty. "Are you sure this will work?"

Amazon shrugged. "C'mon Liz! It's immunity! How cool will that be?"

"You know that's not what I meant. You managed to get away with one double-cross mission. What makes you so sure you can get away with this one?"

"I'm Amazon Kowalski." Her grin faded when Liz raised an eyebrow and continued to stare at her with doubt. "Alright, look. I have no idea if this uprising thing is legit or not. If it is, then I guess I'll have to stop them."

"Without making it look like you are."

"Exactly. Delinquents have a place, Liz. As much as I would love to run wild, there has to be balance."

Liz snorted. "I agree with that. That's one nightmare I wouldn't want to experience. Amazon Kowalski running free without any restrictions or punishments? Everything would fall into chaos."

"Hey, I only get busted once every ten times. But I know my limits. I know where the boundaries lay. That's more than I can say for some delinquents out there."

"Amazon, you just melted Francine's hard-worked on paper mache sculptor."

"Don't question me!" Amazon snapped. Liz rolled her blue eyes and sighed.

"Do you seriously think I can pull this off?"

Amazon smiled reassuringly. "Of course. Folsom admitted you were the second best delinquent at X. Just follow everything I taught you, and remember the contract."

Liz frowned. "But we-"

"In due time. Right now we have to play by their rules so they don't get suspicious. My dad thinks he won. There's no way he'll review that contract. We just have to bide our time."

"I'm guessing I'll know the time when the occasion arrives?"

Amazon grinned. "Yep."

Liz glanced out the window. "If we make it through this and manage to not get killed, I owe you a smoothie."

"Banana-strawberry?"

"Whatever!"

Their conversation was cut off when Vallejo walked up to them. He glanced at Liz. "No funny stuff, got it Hanson?"

Liz rolled her eyes. "I signed a contract and Amazon will be off doing who-knows-what. I'm just focussing on surviving this little..." She trailed off as she tried to think of the proper word.

"Mission Impossible?" Amazon suggested. Liz smirked and held out her hand. Amazon grinned, recalling this was the first gesture Liz had made when they first met. She shook her hand and Liz waved and whispered "Good luck", and hurried over to Folsom.

Amazon rocked back on the heels of her boots. "So..."

"Don't do anything stupid, Amazon."

The delinquent threw up her hands. "That's a lovely parting. Just like in the movies."

"Amazon!"

"Alright, alright! No time for jokes. I won't do anything stupid. I'll follow the contract and I won't give myself away."

Vallejo sighed. He ran a hand through his black hair. "Just be careful, ok?"

Amazon smiled. "I will. Don't bash Liz to bad, ok?"

"I make no promises. She's getting to be as snarky and sarcastic as you are." Vallejo smirked and leaned forwards.

Amazon's forest green eyes fluttered close as Vallejo kissed her softly. Their relationship had been on the down low, due to her being a delinquent and him being an officer. Liz had kept her mouth shut and resorted to teasing Amazon in private.

He pulled away and the sparks fizzed away from her vision. She sighed in contentment and smiled at Vallejo. "Actually, if Liz teases you about our 'situation', you have my permission to slap her silly."

"Goodbye Amazon." Vallejo rolled his eyes and smirked at her. Amazon smirked back and lugged her suitcase towards the terminal. Vallejo turned around in time to catch Liz making retching gestures.

"HANSON!"

...

Amazon settled back in the plush seats, her suitcase stuffed in the luggage compartment above her head. Fillmore and Ingrid were a row behind her, reviewing files and information Wayne had sent them. She went through a mental checklist to make sure she had everything she needed;

Laptop, memory stick, signal disrupter, box of hair pins, spare clothes and PJ's, cell and sunglasses.

"Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Repeat, please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing."

Amazon clipped her seatbelt over her lap tightly and glanced at the passing clouds and nearing landing zone. Nerves and excitement jumped around in her gut as they neared her mission.

One thing was for sure. If she managed to pull this off, she was a greater delinquent than she ever thought.