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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday to You
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AN: Sorry about the delay, I had a family thing, so I'm posting two chapters today to make up for it
Well, Here's another chapter. This one was a cool one to write, with all the action scenes. Plus it has a surprise appearance that will soon help to explain what's going on in this very strange Fan-Fiction. And I forgot to thank my neighbor for helping me with the 'mushy' parts. She's been great help (although I got a lecture about Twilight from her which I didn't really get... Let's just hope it was worth it) and she pointed out somethings that sounded weird.
So, have a wonderful week, and enjoy.
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Rodrick jumped from his bed, feeling like a ninja. A feeling that brought him to ask himself if there could be a non-Asian ninja. It was 3 o'clock in the morning, and if there was a good time to search through your step sister's belongings in order to find out if she's having some icky- pedophilic- role playing- sadomasochistic sex with your father, that was the time.
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"Civil Man to Hit Girl, over," Civil Man said into the walkie-talkie that was attached to the sleeve of his bulletproofed shirt.
"This is Hit girl reporting. You are heard loud and clear. I have 10 people in my sight range; 3 of them are separating, one of them is heading at your general area. 7 remain in the lot, Posh's assistant is there. Report your status, over"
He looked around. He had hard time seeing in the dim light. Yet he refused to use the night goggles. "Everything is A-Okay on my front. I have view of 45 degrees. The assistant is close but I wouldn't be able to reach to him without him noticing, I'm too far. Do you have any orders? Over"
Civil Man was hiding at a building's entrance. They were about to raid a money exchange that was about to take place in a parking lot. Hit Girl was on the roof top of the building to his left, in a sniper position.
"One of them is defiantly heading in your direction. Take him out in silence. He'll be there in 6, copy? Over" Civil Man walked backwards so he'll be completely covered with shadows. He started counting backwards as he pulled out a big knife. He has been training with knifes. But mainly it was because he loved that killing sensation, the one he could never get from a gun. He was afraid to say that and sounding too serial-killer-y. As he reached to the count of 6 the guard came into full view.
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Rodrick walked as carefully as he could. He managed to avoid mostly from any squeaky steps. Greg's door was open, but Rodrick disregarded that. I can always tell the little brat it was a dream. That if I'll be walking around at night I would've pulled a prank on him. The house was awfully quiet, but he hadn't realized -due to his now new plans to prank Greg -that his father's soft snores that were missing.
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Civil man held the man and slathered his throat, shoving his body to a dark corner.
"I copied and done. Over," he informed her.
"They're busy with the money, run to the mattress. When you hear 'scream' take him down." Not asking who 'him' was because it was obvious, Civil Man ran to a dirty looking mattress someone left on the street for garbage day. It was positioned on a street lamp and gave him the shield he needed. Since he and Hit Girl started raiding warehouses, the local gangs started being more cautious. Now they did a lot of their business outside.
"After you start running, I won't be able to shot anymore; I won't risk you. So slash anything that looks threatening. By the way, I have an escape vehicle for you if something goes wrong. It's the dark green car at the end of the alley. Doors are unlocked, key on the driver's sit." He smiled at that. She thought of everything. I wouldn't be surprised if she came here to place this mattress. His train of thoughts was interrupted by the monotone voice in his earpiece saying "Scream" then he heard several actual screams that ceased quickly. -All but one.
They are about to take the assistant for some needed questioning. But first they'll need to capture him. Alive.
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Rodrick climbed silently on the ladder that led to the attic. –Since Angie started living there it was always down. Evidence was what he needed the most, so he decided he'll have to search through the normal hiding places. The first thing he found was an empty bed.
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"Ah…" Posh's assistant grunted when he woke up, his head thumping in a most annoying manner. Worst hangover ever he concluded. He was sitting on a metal chair, in front of a small table, his hands cuffed with a chain that was connected to the floor.
"Hello to you too" a masked man said in response. He was sitting on the other side of the table. He was applying a small band-aid on a tiny cut on his elbow. "It wasn't very nice of you to cut me, you know. Lucky for you I used chloroform. The other options were either a big rock or taking out one of your eyes." He told him, "shame too, they have a lovely shade of green."
The assistant flinched a bit at that. "Who are you?" he asked, even though the answer was obvious and clear. Civil Man was one of those nut jobs pretending to be a super hero.
"I'm Civil Man. Sorry for not properly introducing myself. So, Posh's assistant, you probably know why you are here, right?"
"You are aware to the fact I have a name?"
"You would think that a man that took so much trouble- such as me- to catch a fragile and very dead-able man – such as yourself - would give a damn." He grinned at the assistant, "Of course you have a name you moronic arms dealer. But I have bigger fish in the pond. So, stop being a smart ass and tell me everything. I want to know where the evidences from the August shootings are. Because I heard it's at Ackerman's house."
"Well, if you think you know where they are, why do you need me for?"
"-Just verifying some information." Civil Man said while pulling a long knife with a hiss. "But now considering it, you are right. This whole thing is just a waste of my time. I already have all the data I need. I'll just tell Hit girl to put you with the rest of the bodies." He approached to the bound man with a glint in his eyes, posing the tip of the knife against his own glove covered finger. Then he pressed the blunt side to the assistant's cheek gently.
"No! There most be something you want to know. Anything! I've been at Ackerman's home a few times. I can help you!" Civil Man chuckled in a mean demeanor and sat back at his own chair.
"You thought I didn't know that? Well, actually, I'm waiting for Hit Girl, we'll have to discuss first." Like a signal a big walkie-talkie that was placed on the table came to life.
"I placed the bodies at the junk yard. Be back in a few. I took the car."
Picking it up and waving it in front of the bounded man -"You see what you did? You broke my ear plugged communicator so I have to carry this beast" Civil Man complained at the assistant, he pressed the button on the side, "No problem. You changed the license plate right?"
"-Of course. How's the assistant? Shaken and not steered?"
"-Breathing. A little of a smart mouth, but I don't think he'll do something." He placed the walkie-talkie down but then he remembered something and picked it up quickly. "Are you talking while driving!?"
"No dad" she mockingly said, "our private butler is driving. Of course I'm driving, we're heroes but we don't have a fucking Alfred!" She told him angrily, "never mind, I'm just parking and going up the stairs, so keep your nerves to yourself."
"Could you believe this crap? Does children ever talk to you like that?" He asked the assistant.
"I don't have children." He concluded.
"Yeah, but your neighbor," he picked up a fat folder and looked at some file like he couldn't remember something, "ah, young Ms Emilia Allan, your girlfriend has an 11 year old."
"Is that a threat?" he asked nervously.
"I thought we concluded I don't need you. Why would I threat a non-important man?"
Before he could respond a door from behind him opened and closed quickly, "do you think someone at that neighborhood will notice the brain splatters on the asphalt?" Hit Girl asked.
"Well, if that particular area was chosen for the mob's business it's residents won't say a thing about your marvelous street art. So no, I wouldn't count on it."
"Come on, you aren't going to kill me in front of your daughter" Posh's assistant pleaded.
They're eyes widened and shot stared at him in surprise, "Daughter?" Civil Man asked while giggling, that turned out eventually as laughter, "Could you imagine that?" he asked Hit Girl.
"Oh daddy," she said in little girl's voice, "after your done with work, would you come and read me a bed time story?"
"Sure, but first finish your vegetables!" he said in an authority-filled tone, "Could you believe this idiot?" He pointed at the man in cuffs.
A while after they settled down from their little joke, Hit Girl sat down. "Wait, who is bad cop who is good cop?" She asked her partner.
"You always get to be the bad one. Give me a chance. I already pulled a-"
"-aren't you," the assistant muttered silently, "supposed to decide on- "
"-knife at him. And mentioned the possibility-"
"-that before you integrate someone? Or at least-"
"-that I'll kill people he cares about."
"What about the possibility of hurting him?" Hit Girl asked.
"-do it outside. Or wait until-"
"Of course, I mentioned taking his eyes out, I wanted to say something about keeping them in a-"
"-I'm unconscious?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Civil Man snapped at their prisoner, which immediately turned silent.
"Ok, you don't have to be all 'Hulk' about it. You can be the bad one." She said defeated, "but I am not offering him cookies like you did the previous guy. I know you did it so you won't eat them and your diet and everything, but come on, how can we threat people with your non-special special brownies?"
"Ok, whatever it is that you want, I'll tell you. Do you want to know where Ackerman's safe? –No problem. The name of the store I bought these shoes from? –I'll give you the address. What happens at the end of titanic? -Got it. Just don't hurt me. You want to stab Emilia, wait for her to heal and stab her again? -Fine with me. Just don't hurt me." He kept his little ramble as both Hit Girl and Civil Man smirked smugly at each other. The assistant actually gave her some new ideas for their next interrogation (although she wouldn't be too happy to clean the blood in a room where a man's face was ripped off) - maybe in a covered room… Or out doors... Yeah, outdoors can work.
"Give us all your information about Ackerman's house and life. Stuff we can't know from the police reports and blueprints." Civil Man said and pulled out a recording device. "Now!" he added impatiently. –He was on breakfast duty that day.
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"…And that's all I know." Hit Girl and Civil Man were sitting for the last 43 minutes listening to the man telling exactly what they needed to know.
"By the way," Civil Man talked for the first time after the story unfolded. "I hate it when people sell their relatives to save their own skin" he pulled out a plastic bag and placed it over the man's head, successfully suffocating him.*
"We're moving up the food chain." She assured him. "No more horsing around, no, we are full force on freeing the tapes."
"It might take a while to plan it. I mean come on; you've heard what he said." Civil Man said as the spasms behind him grew weaker.
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A few weeks later
It was a Saturday morning, and Angie was the only one up, she was sitting in front of the TV, not paying attention to the images flashing on the screen.
The more that she thought about the attack, the more uncertain she became. She even considered phoning Marcus to help them so they could be another helping hand. But knowing her father, calling him will only lead to Frank abandoning her and stopping the operation all together. She was more concerned when she realized Frank and Suzan are going to visit Marcus. -Disguising it as a second honeymoon. She will have to pull it off before they leave –spring vacation (they didn't want to leave the kids while they are at school for some reason).
She sighed heavily as she tried to consider all her options. Maybe I could ask- *Knock* *knock* *knock*. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the soft noise coming from the front door. Considering it was Pepper coming earlier than planned, she swung open the door.
There stood a young man. His light brown hair was trimmed in a military haircut big brown eyes were fixed at the floor. His uniforms were ironed and neat. When he saw her he smiled blushing slightly due to the heat. He picked up his duffle bag from the front step.
"Happy birthday, baby doll"
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*I admit of seeing "Lucky # Slevin" on multiple occasions. Way too many occasions, that's for sure.
