I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving, or a good week if you don't celebrate, and I hope you are all having a great holiday season, no matter what you celebrate! I did this with my other TMI story, because I am honestly really curious to see if people actually read the author's notes. I know I am guilty of skipping over them sometimes, so I kind of hope that I am not the only one, because that would be embarrassing. Here's the question. What are the three things I always say in either my beginning or ending author's notes? If you know the answer, leave it in the reviews, and if you are right I will give a shout out to you or your story if you write one, and I will message you a sneak peak of the next chapter. That means if you are a guest, use a name or alias so I can give you a shout out without sounding dumb. Alright that's it. Enjoy!
Clary:
I flopped down on my bed after carefully locking the case I had recovered in my safe. It had been a long plane ride, and it felt good to lay down in my bed.
After I had explained to the team about my messed up nerves we had been allowed to go, only having to let the scientists take a tiny sample of my blood for research. I had not been happy about that, but I had not felt like fighting.
Then, on the plane I had spent most of my time in a steaming tub of water to defrost myself, not wanting to be scared to touch anything or anyone.
Once we landed there were two cars on the runway and one of them had taken the entire team other than me back to the loft, so they could have the blessing of sleep at 3:00 in the morning. The other car had been for me to go in, so I could be brought to the White House and deposit one of the weapons. It was a normal pistol, except the bullets were a rare mixture of uranium and plutonium.
Than I finally got to come home. Now you are all caught up.
I couldn't wait until the morning to let Seb see the gun. He had military training with guns, so he would be the one to use the weapon, and I am sure that he would be stoked to get his hands on this weapon.
From what I could figure, touching the bullets was fine, but one they touched blood the chemicals spread. It was amazing really, the science put into these little pellets. It also was disappointing because it meant that they would run out and we couldn't get more. So I would definitely be in charge of making sure that Seb rationed his bullets so we wouldn't lose the best resource.
I closed my eyes and smiled softly. That mission took more out of me then I thought it had, and I was ready to sleep for a day or so and than start training the team. I had already thought out how to do all of this.
Jace was a warrior, so he obviously didn't need any more help training, although he could take some tai chi lessons if he wanted. It would help his torque when fighting others, and help him use their momentum against them. But the others, boy. They were going to need a lot of help, and I could teach them tai chi, krav maga, jujitsu, karate, taekwondo, and other forms of hand to and combat, along with using swords. Surprising right, how a genius like me knew how to fight so well, but before our father left, he taught me and Seb how to defend ourselves very, very well. Even if it involved punishment sometimes.
Either way, I figured once they had all of that mastered than Seb could teach them all how to shoot a gun accurately, considering that was more common to see these days. Although, I was thinking about asking Alec to teach everyone how to use a bow and arrow. Even I didn't know how to use one of those.
The last stage of training would be with Simon and I, so we could help everyone use their powers to the fullest. Like maximizing Jace's height jumping, or speed running, or strength fighting. Or helping Izzy run faster, and run up buildings, or over water, or how to throw the lightning she leaves in her wake. Or helping Alec use his telepathic abilities as a weapon, using them to crumble people's nerves systems, or motor functions. Or even lending Magnus a few very powerful spell books that I had collected from a few of my father's contacts for him, like the Book of the White.
II had just started to feel the welcoming embrace of sleep take hold of me when… BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! The mission alarm went off.
I groaned and muttered some profanities under my breath as I dragged myself out from under my blankets. As I walked out into the hallway, Seb trailing behind me from our room everyone was gathering in the living room, trying to rub sleep from their eyes.
I grabbed the remote from on top of the Pac-Man machine and clicked the button to accept the call. Simon's dad popped up on the monitor, and he looked grim. Although, he kind of always does.
"Hello Clary. Simon. The rest of you. A woman from the Environmental Health Association is coming by your loft to ask you to do a job for her and her organization. Do you still have that 3-D printer Simon?" The man asked, speaking to Simon for the first time.
"Yeah… why?" Simon asked, looking to me for help. I shrugged, to tired to think to do much else.
"Good. I am going to send you a picture of a badge that I had registered under Clary's name, and you are going to print it with that. I remember you told me that it could print metal. That way you can all get into the places you need to go for your jobs." Than the screen went dark, meaning that Mr. Lewis had ended the call.
Such a welcoming man.
Simon grumbled but got to printing the image he had just been sent.
"So why does Simon's dad like you so much better than him?" Izzy asked me, looking worriedly at Simon's hunched from. How cute. Gorgeous Izzy had a little crush on nerdy little Simon.
"I honestly don't know. He has always been like that. I think Simon's dad wanted a girl instead of a boy," I told her, watching the door. It should be opening in three… two… one.
The door pushed open, a woman who looked important walking in without knocking.
Are you the… Nerd Brigade?" she asked, seeming disgusted to even say our team's name.
"We are," Magnus said, as he was the closest to her at the moment.
"My organization needs your help on a case. You know about the huge oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico right?" she asked, seeming like she was tired of even being around us.
"Yeah, but that happened years ago," Jace spoke up. "They already fixed it."
"No they didn't. And now it is getting worse. We need your team's help to clear it up," she said, showing the most emotion so far. She seemed so passionate about fixing this.
"How much for the job?" Izzy asked the woman, and a flash of hurt passed through her eyes, like she couldn't believe that anyone would need payment to do this.
"We'll do it," I cut in before she could answer. She smiled, a real, genuine smile. Then she glared at Izzy.
"$30,000."
Than the woman walked out of the loft, telling us that she would email us the address of where we needed to go, and the time of our flight to the Gulf.
"Does she check out?" I asked Alec, who had been silent the entire time, which I has assumed meant that he was reading her mind.
"Yes, she does. She is frankly very passionate about cleaning the Gulf up," he said, seeming surprised by the woman's emotional capacity.
"Alright. Everyone get some sleep, I have a feeling it is going to be a very long couple of days," I said, hoping to get them all out of here so I could show Seb the gun.
Everyone shuffled away, but I stopped Seb from leaving.
"You okay sis?" he asked, his brow furrowing just like it always did when we were kids and he would focus on learning a new move.
"Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. I want to show you something," I told him, leading him into our room, and to the safe where I was keeping the weapon.
I pulled it out and showed it to him, explaining what it would do to someone who was shot with it.
Seb whistled and handled the gun with appreciation before locking it back in the safe. "After all," he told me, "we wouldn't be needing it to clean up some water."
Jace:
We stepped onto the tarmac, our jet having just landed outside the facility that the bossy woman worked in.
I was somewhat happy to be able to do a job that was so important to the world, but I also was pissed that she had woken us up from my recovery sleep. Seriously, we had just gotten back from fighting some mercenaries, in like the coldest place on Earth, and now we barely got an hour of sleep before we were at it again. This better not be how it always was, or I would have a few not so nice words with our clients.
"Okay everyone, here is the plan. Izzy, speed us to the facility two at a time, starting with Simon and Jace, and when you get there, start setting up the lab equipment so when I get there my friend can begin working on a solution to the oil." Clary used Alec's group telepathy link to communicate over the roar of the plane's engine.
"What friend?" I thought back to the group.
"Someone you wouldn't know." Okay. More than a little cryptic but okay.
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Two hours later, when Clary arrived at the makeshift lab we had set up with a man who looked like he could be her father, I was immediately on edge.
"Who's this?" I asked, getting in a fighting stance. I could see Simon, who looked uncharacteristically angry, trying to restrain a murderous looking Seb. Who was this guy?
"This is Boxer," she said, looking like she herself was just barely able to not kill this guy.
"Why is he called Boxer and how do you know him?" I questioned further.
"He was my dad's friend," She began and I was immediately set on edge. Her dad was a screwed up man, so this couldn't be good. "And he is called Boxer because him and my dad liked to use me as a punching bag," she ground out through gritted teeth.
I don't remember moving, but in the next second I was across the room, punching Boxer square in the face. Seb was right next to me, and we beat the guy up until Clary managed to calm us down. This guy better be one damn good scientist if we had to work side by side with him.
Hey everyone! I hope you liked it, don't forget to take your guesses on my catchphrases! Till next time! Bye!