A/N: Hello Pitch Perfect Fans! Here's is the chapter eight of 'Know When to Hold 'Em'. Still getting caught up from the computer meltdowns, but slowly making progress. Sorry for the delay in getting this new chapter. Hope to be able to get more out soon.
It's funny, I wrote this story as a completely over-the-top spoof of Mission Impossible, Ocean's 11 type movies, with our favorite girls as the protagonists, then I saw the preview for Pitch Perfect 3, and the exploding yacht, and had to wonder, did the screen writer's decide to do the same?
Thanks to everyone for reading, and please leave a review; they really are helpful.
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters, but I do love them.
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Chapter 9
Mission Impossible - Sort of
"Seriously CR, there's something up with this place. I tried for over an hour to get to the all-you-can-eat buffet, and I just kept missing the place…"
"I would say you're crazy, Ames, but same thing happened to me and the blackjack tables last night…"
"What was that honey?" Cynthia's eyes practically bulge out of her head as she hears her wife's question.
Cynthia Rose raises her hands, palms towards her wife, her face completely broadcasting her guilt. She quickly tries to assure her wife, "Nothing baby. Just listening to Amy's weird story about not being able to get to the restaurant at lunch…"
Denise crosses her arms, and takes a stance that tells her wife that she's not buying it. Her tone is laced with sarcasm and exaggeration. "Oh that's good, for a minute I thought maybe I heard you mention blackjack…"
Recognizing she's in trouble, CR quickly shakes her head no, and pulls her hands flat against her chest. Her voice now betrays real fear. "What? Me? Oh no baby, I've forsworn that forever."
Not fooled for a second, Denise decides this conversation is best left for a more private setting. Still she feels a warning shot is required for this troublesome twosome. "Hmmm, must just be my pregnancy ears, because you know I would sick Chloe on the two of you if I were to find you at a gaming table."
Fat Amy, who had grown bored by this whole marital spat, swings her head back at being threatened too. Amy's voice is loud, and has that touch of incredulous whine she's refined over the years. "Oy? How did I get included on this?"
Denise still standing with arms crossed slowly turns her head so she's no longer staring down her wife, and locks her eyes on Fat Amy. Her voice is calm, but there's underlying hostility. "Face it Amy, you two are a set. If one of you gets into trouble…."
"CR," coughs Stacie. The leggy brunette had been standing off to the side just enjoying the show. Her respect for Denise growing. Ashley and Jessica can't help but giggle. CR shoots them all a pleading look, while Fat Amy a scornful one.
"The other played a major role in causing it." finishes Denise.
"Fat Amy," Stacie coughs out twice. Now Jessica and Ashley are full on laughing behind their hands.
This just riles up the blonde Aussie. "Ha ha! Very funny Juggs." Never one to know when to quit, Fat Amy automatically goes full on Fat Amy. "I'm being wrongfully maligned. Though not sure if your threat is very good Denise; I've wrestled crocodiles and taken on packs of dingoes, I'm not afraid of a twiggy ginger…"
"Not afraid of what, Fat Amy?" Chloe genuinely asks as she steps into the suite. She hadn't heard what Fat Amy had said, but the usually boisterous woman seemed especially vehement in her declaration.
Stacie happily tries to answer, "Amy just declared she's not afraid to take…"
"DSM and their blonde gigantrous leader," cuts in Fat Amy quickly, actually blushing as she says it. "You know, if it comes to that; you know to get our munchkin captain back."
Stacie looks bemused as she says, "Are you sure Amy? I thought you were…"
Fat Amy cuts Stacie off again, "Comparing Kommissar to a pack of dingoes. Yep, that's what I was doing." The blonde Aussie keeps herself from looking at Chloe and her deep blue eyes, suddenly believing every story her Gran ever told her about gingers being soul-stealers.
"I'll keep that in mind Amy; but I don't think it'll come to that." The redhead flashes Lily a big smile. "Lily, we really need that passport. Can you steal it back?"
"I can crawl on the ceiling," Lily answers, though only Chloe can hear her, and then just barely. The redhead smiles and gives her Korean friend a thumb's up.
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The two German men step out into the hotel corridor, in the midst of a deeply heated conversation. It's of course in German, so Lily has no clue what they're saying, but she's sure she hears references to Kommissar. The unobtrusive Korean holds perfectly still as the two men walk beneath her. Luckily for the two of them, they are both too preoccupied to look up and notice the small Korean woman garbed in all gray and off-white patterns that blends well with the color of the ceiling.
All of Lily's muscles are tense, ready to spring into action if it proves necessary. The tension though recedes as the two men keep walking and talking, till they arrive at the elevator. Lily holds completely still the whole time, as she mentally calls for the elevator to speed up.
She says a silent 'thank you' when the elevator chimes and the two men enter, never once having any inclination that she was there. Lily releases her breath as the doors close, and the floor indicator shows the elevator descending.
With renewed vigor, Lily begins again, scuttling along the ceiling like a spider. She's using suction cups on her hands clinging quite nicely to the smooth surface. These new ones were the finest yet, stronger than the first set Stacie had made for her in college. She had the suction cups strategically placed on her hands, knees and feet, allowing her to crawl like a comic book superhero.
Memory of the building floor plans she had memorized during her prep come to mind just as she arrives at the door the two Germans had just exited. Closing her eyes, she does a mental calculation and she's sure she's in front of Kommissar's suite.
Looking up and down the corridor, she ensures that it's empty. She notes the elevator, and she entertains a completely ridiculous impulse to climb back down the elevator shaft.
Wait, that could be a good idea. A plan begins to formulate in her head. Something crazy, but would be so much fun to pull off.
Now is not the time, however. Now she needs to remain focused on the task at hand. With that the lithe young woman disconnects her legs first, then her hands, and drops to the floor in a light crouch. She listens carefully, holding her breath, eyes closed. No sound of running feet greet her, yet still she remains perfectly still, just in case.
When she's positive she's in the clear, she straightens herself and stands directly in front of the door to Kommissar's suite.
Every one of Lily's survival instincts, developed through years of training are primed and ready as she starts working on the door lock. The special credit card sized device slips in easily, and within seconds she pops the door open.
With quick movements that are both fluid and graceful, Lily enters the suite and silently closes the door. Again, she holds herself perfectly still, every muscle spring loaded, and ready for action.
No one seems to have noticed her as yet.
Moving quickly through the suite, Lily ensures the rooms are all empty. When she's satisfied, she begins a methodical search for documents and important papers in the main room. She also takes advantage of the opportunity to place a few bugs, and two miniature cameras that Jessica had set-up for her. She set one camera up so it's focused on the couches, and another so that it's focused on a small desk in the corner. Stepping back, she surveys her work, and is confident the two cameras will not be noticed.
Happy with her work, she goes over to the desk in the corner, and places a bug within the hotel's phone. She then begins to really look through the drawers, and a briefcase that had been left. Inside the briefcase, Lily finds a couple stacks of papers. She doesn't find Beca's passport, but then she didn't really expect too. She does however find the flight information for DSM's return trip to Berlin. She quickly takes a couple of photos. With Ashley's help, she's pretty sure DSM's stay in New York will be longer than expected.
The Korean then finds a credit card bill. Another quick picture, and Lily is pretty sure a couple homeless shelters are about to get fully catered meals, while the local Boy's and Girl's Club are going to have huge pizza parties.
Lily spots some blank letterhead with DSM's logo; perfect for some official announcements, announcing the group's kind generosity. She takes a dozen sheets, which she rolls up and places in a small tube she keeps attached to her belt. Such a simple idea had proved quite effective in holding documents she's been sent to 'obtain' from time to time.
After deciding there's nothing else of value at the small desk, the silent Korean makes her way into the bedroom she knows is occupied by Kommissar. She does a quick search of the bed and nightstands. There she finds a small case, with a few of Kommissar's 'toys'. The silent woman's right eyebrow arches, but she's truly not surprised. It does reinforce Lily's belief that they need to get Beca out of this jam sooner than later. Beca likes to think she's badass, but Lily's pretty sure she's not quite ready for handcuffs and collars, not to mention the various other devices that Kommissar has for her pleasure, both manual and battery operated. Lily does take a moment to admire the riding crop; it makes quite the swishing sound. It and the strap-on give her some ideas for when she next sees Donald.
Sighing, she replaces everything just the way she found it, and goes in search of the room's safe. The room is pretty standard and she quickly locates the room's safe, and gets to work picking it. It's a standard hotel safe, good for keeping valuables out of reach of the average thief, but no match for anyone in Lily's class.
It does take her a minute to crack it, which just pisses her off.
Opening it she sees the prize; Beca's passport, right there, easy pickings. She smiles as she grabs the small blue book, and places it in a hidden pouch,that holds it flat against her abdomen. Out of habit she does a quick scan of the safe's other contents, but doesn't find anything worth taking.
Closing the safe, and ensuring everything is just the way she found it, Lily makes her way to the suite's exit. It's been going so smoothly that Lily makes her first mistake of the mission.
She opens the door without checking first.
The door opens to the corridor and Lily steps out, and then everything freezes. The diminutive Asian woman finds herself standing before the two Germans who had passed under her earlier.
The blonde man, Lily recalls his name being Hans, manages to ask, "Was ist das?" Lily can imagine what the two men are feeling; to suddenly be confronting a person a good six to eight inches shorter than them, clad from head to toe in a white and gray speckled 'ninja' costume, coming out of their hotel suite.
Before the two can react further, Lily springs into action, sending a right foot heel kick into the solar plexus of the closest German. The six foot blonde German doubles over as all the air in his lungs is violently expelled. Even as the first man crumples over, Lily is performing a perfect spin kick, catching the taller German with jet black hair in the exact spot she just kicked the blonde.
Before the blonde can recover Lily is bringing the palms of her hands to both sides of his head in a shocking clap that leaves him dazed and confused. The dark one looks up, and gets a whip of two fingers to his larynx causing him to fall to his knees in a coughing fit.
From two hidden pouches at the small of her back, Lily produces two syringes. With the ease of someone who has done this many times, the silent Korean quickly administers an injection in each German's jugular. Before she straightens up, both men are unconscious, and will be for awhile.
Looking about for any other threats, Lily stays poised to attack, but when none are forthcoming, she surveys her handiwork and lets out a loud, "Shit!"
Never one to panic, one tends not to last in her profession if one panics, Lily retrieves her cellphone and hits send, her emergency number already set to call. When the line is picked up, Lily begins speaking in a clear steady voice without preamble. "We have a delta-two situation. Initiate housekeeping protocol."
"What?" Fat Amy's distinctive Australian accent coming through the phone. Lily rolls her eyes, and wonders who was the knucklehead who allowed Amy to man the phones. She repeats, "We have a delta…."
"Did you kill someone?" Amy asks, suddenly excited.
Lily face palms, in exasperation she starts, "No! I didn't kill someone, but we…"
The boisterous Aussie cuts her off again, "You know you are a lot more intelligible over the phone."
"Amy, have you seen the cellphone?" Aubrey's distinctive voice can be heard in the background. "Wait! Why do you have that phone?"
"I wanted to order a pizza, but Lily interrupted with a call…" Amy whines.
Aubrey's voice is louder now over the phone, "Lily called? Is that her?"
Lily can hear Fat Amy answering with a 'yeah' as if it's the most obvious thing, and then a struggle, which she can only imagine is over the phone, as Aubrey's saying, "Give me that!"
"Hello? Hello…" Aubrey now has the phone.
Lily doesn't mince words, "Initiate housekeeping protocol."
Aubrey replies immediately, "It's done."
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The elevator chimes, and Lily tenses. She's watching the elevators from the one room from which you can watch all three elevators via the peephole. She releases her breath when she sees a maid step off pushing a large laundry cart.
Opening the door she silently signals Flo, who dressed as a hotel maid, is pushing the cart.
The Guatemalan sullenly begins pushing the cart towards Lily. "I don't see why I have to be the maid," Flo grumbles. "It's racist!"
Lily just gives her a steady look, and then glances down at the two men on the floor.
"Well, it is!"
Lily's only response is to give the young Guatemalan a harder stare, and then reaches down to start lifting the blonde by his shoulders. Still grumbling to herself, Flo takes ahold of his feet, and the two surprisingly strong women heft the unconscious man up and carry him over to the laundry cart. With one big heave they toss the man in, he lands with a thud. Flo winces, Lily is nonplussed as she returns to the room she had been hiding in with her unconscious victims.
When the second man is in the cart, Lily asks, "Do you know where to take them, and what to do?"
Flo exhales in exasperation, "Si, I know what to do. You better get back to Aubrey and Chloe, that crazy redhead is wound up tight." The short woman gives Lily a look, "You got the passport, right?"
In answer, Lily holds up the prized document, and both women share a triumphant smile.
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A/N: Thanks to everyone taking the time to read this.
