Hey, there Delyla,
What's it like in New York City…
Lyla hummed along with the radio as she drove through the bleak, rainy streets of Seattle. Usually, she wouldn't be in America, but Seattle was close to the border and she had a friend there. She pulled up in front of Steam Noir, and pulled out a navy blue umbrella to protect her from the pouring rain. Soon, she was in the coffee shop and shaking the water droplets off the waterproof fabric, and walking up to the counter. The man behind the counter smiled warmly at her.
"Hey, Lyla. Usual?"
"Yes, please."
"Right. One peppermint moca coming right up." The man behind the counter slid said drink across the counter.
"Thanks, Phil. Hey, have you seen Peter around?"
"Sure, Lyla. I think he's in booth twelve."
"Thanks!" Lyla dropped a dollar on the counter and headed towards one of the booths. Said booth held a panda wearing a fedora - Peter the Panda, Lyla's American colleague. The panda looked up in a sign of recondition, and Lyla waved happily.
"Hey, Pete. Sup'?" The panda offered a thumbs-up, to which Lyla smiled Brightly.
"Well, that's good to hear. Still going freelance?" The panda shrugged, to which Lyla flopped down in the seat adjacent to him.
"Yeah, me too. Work's been exhaustingly boring since P and I took down Bloodpudding." As if on cue, her watch communicator beeped, and she groaned and pressed a button.
"Chief, I'm on my break. I thought we agreed no missions on break time."
"Delyla Doofenshmirtz, we need your assistance."
Everything froze. Peter put his coffee down and tilted his head curiously. Lyla's eyes widened in panic and realisation. Then she stood up straight and looked at her watch.
"Chief! What do you think you're doing, ay? You can't throw that name around, it's…"
"There was a reason why I used that name, agent. This mission doesn't require Lyla Lolliberry - it requires the other girl."
"… oh." Lyla sat down. "So it's THAT kind of mission."
"I apologize. Was there anyone in the vicinity?"
"Well, there was Peter, but…"
"Does he have other obligations?" Lyla looked at the panda, who shook his head.
"Not really, no. Why?"
"He could help."
"…seriously? I thought that…"
"You could use backup."
"… alright, chief. Agent out." Lyla pressed a button, and then jumped up grabbing Peter's hand, and rushed out the doors with a fairly confused panda running behind her. She flung open her car door and slipped inside, forcing Peter into the shotgun seat. Peter shot her a confused look as Lyla buckled her seatbelt.
"Sorry, Pete. I'll explain on the way."
She closed the car door and sped off, heading East. Peter wondered what on earth was going on, and mused upon the name by which his colleague was addressed by her superior.
Lyla Lolliberry.
Delyla Doofenshmirtz.
HEINZ Doofenshmirtz.
The panda doubted that the title had anything to do with marriage, which meant that the girl driving the car was somehow related to his ex-nemesis. She had just been given an urgent mission - most likely one based solely upon this supposed relation.
A mission he had just been dragged into.
Something very interesting was about to happen.
…
What? Are my sudden story jumps annoying you?
Good, that's the point. It is very easy to please an audience, but much more fun to annoy one. Why do you think the commercial break always occurs right at the cliffhanger?
Besides, I need to provide some back story before I jump right into the action so that things will actually make some sense. I might have started nice and fluffy, but now's where the real fun begins.
*cue maniacal laughter*
*coughs*
Anyway, a special shout out to The ArtOfBreaking429, who is my best reviewer. Of coarse, she's also my ONLY reviewer…
I say this forgetting that she could just as easily be a he. I guess it doesn't really matter, since this is the internet.
Anyway, on to the next storyline.
