okie dokie. here's the next one. it's the longet chap for now. read it and enjoy 8D
Chapter 10
"If you aren't here in twenty minutes tops, then no red bull for a month!" Jost yelled from the other side of the line and then hung up.
Tom yelled out to his brother "BILL! Hurry up! Jost's gonna have our asses put up on the wall if we don't hurry!"
"Just a minute" Bill echoed from inside his room. He was still doing his hair trying to get it done nicely the way he wants and it was surely going to take another 10 minutes.
"Damn, he takes more time than a girl" Tom mumbled.
"Have you ever considered trying to help him?" Cloe said.
"Naah, he can handle it himself" he sounded cold.
"Not very helpful are you?"
"Nope, I just don't get his style" he said. He checked his watch and said "C'mon" repeatedly.
Georg and Gustav are now in the car; Tom is getting annoyed waiting for his brother. "Did I mention red bull suspension for a month?!" he yelled again, hoping this time it would do some good.
"No redbull? AAH! Okay I'm coming! I'm coming!" Bill stumbled down the stairs and then head out the door. Cloe watched him and laughed following behind them.
"Are you gonna be there?" Bill turned to Cloe.
"I'm working halftime today. So maybe I'll be there" she answered.
"Okay then, see you" Bill said jumping into the car. Tom gave Cloe a wink befor going in. She rolled her eyes at him and shut the door.
The car reversed out of the driveway and hit south. The boys waved goodbye. Cloe waved back, as the car had disappeared; she went in to get dressed.
In the car, the boys were talking and they were laughing a lot. Apparently, Gustav wasn't as boring as he thought because he was the one who was telling jokes.
When they got there, Jost was waiting for them. He was tapping his foot like he was nervous for something. As they got to him, he wanted to say something but Tom cut him off.
"Okay we're here AND we made it in 15 minutes"
"Well about time, do you see the line out there? It's getting longer and longer by the minute-"he exclaimed.
"Okay, okay! We're going!" Georg cut him. Jost was now pissed at getting cut off all the time. The boys love him and all, but at times, he tends to get on their nerves. He also gets a little bossy.
The fans scream as soon as they came out. They settled in their seats and told the person guarding the line that they're ready. Each of them has an extra Sharpie and a bottle of mineral just in case they get thirsty. The line was opened and they put on their best smile for their fans and signed every poster, album and paper.
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"Here's the report for the last mission" Cloe told the secretary.
"Okay. Oh, the director wants to see you in his office now" the Chinese lady told her. She had fair skin, dark eyes and had her hair down exposing the curls of her hair. It looked nice on her; she had on her favorite stripped work shirt. She put on red lipstick to make her face more appealing.
"Thanks Cheryl" Cloe said before going in through the door. What she doesn't understand about her boss's office that she has to go through two doors before actually going into his office.
At the second door, there's a code box, a palm detector (I actually don't know what it's called) and a card slot. Cloe sighed and press the symbols, placed her palm on the screen and slide her id through the slot. There was a ding and the door unlocked.
Three different securities defend system and he is still marked by assassins. Then what's the point of having it when you're always in danger! She whined in her head.
"Sir?" she said before coming in. Then it was suddenly clear to Cloe. The director was holding a small mirror up and he had tweezers in his other hand. Guess what he was doing. He was pulling his nose hair. It was an embarrassing sight and clearly he didn't realize Cloe was there.
"Uhh.." she said and then she cleared her throat.
The director saw her from the corner of his eye and was definitely shocked. He quickly hid his mirror and tweezers in a rush.
"OH, Cloe. Please come in" he rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "I'm sorry you had to see that" he continued.
"It's okay," Cloe laughed. "I won't tell" she promised.
"You wanted to see me?" she started.
"Yeah. It's about last night" his expression suddenly turned serious.
"Oh, that" she said looking down on the floor.
"Do I need to know anything?" the director sounded sarcastic.
"Only if you haven't filled up the blanks" she smiled sheepishly.
"It was irresponsible of you"
"I know" she murmured
"You caused damage, the culprit got away and a child was killed! Do you know that you're risking suspension?"
"Yes, sir" she answered in a low tone. Still not looking at him, she waited for the punishment that she has to face. A whole month of suspension is very bad for a high rated agent like her and it will cost her the rank that she has.
Surprisingly, it did not happen. "Unfortunately, I cannot do that" he said. He took out an envelope from his drawer and handed it over to Cloe.
"Orders from the head council. They want you to solve a case for them"
Cloe opened the envelope in confusion. "Whoa" she read through. Then, a thought came to her head. Thank god! But this is a big one. They should ask someone who's more experience. OH MY GOD! I get to travel! And.. *gasp* everything is being paid for! Ahh man… this is awesome. Still why me though? I'm only second class senior.
The director was aware of what she was thinking. "Save your questions Cloe. Even I was not told. I'm only following orders from the head."
"Hold on, they want me to solve a case that's eight years old? That's big" she said disbelieving. The director shrugged his shoulder as Cloe continue to read the letter "Attempted murder since 92 has not stopped. They couldn't find a reason for these murders and they don't have a suspect…"
"Don't they have like any evidence or something?" Cloe asked. She was starting to take interest.
"Those friends of yours…" he changed the subject. "Hmm?", "They're interesting."
"Okay…" she was confused.
"Don't let them get in your way in this mission. They look like a pain"
"Umm, yeah, thanks, I think I should go now" Cloe looked at her watch. Before she walked out the door the director called after her.
"Don't rush into things, you don't what's coming" he said with a worried tone. Cloe felt suspicious. There's something in his tone that sounds like it's hiding. She thanked him and left his office.
"Did you get your mail?" Cheryl asked as she got out the door.
"Yup. Was this snail mailed?" she remembered the date of the letter was almost two weeks old.
"Umm I guess so. It arrived here yesterday" Cheryl explained.
"Okay, thanks Cheryl" she left the building with her motorbike. She was excited about the mission. So many things lie beyond the whole thing. She had another envelope with the name Tyler written on it.
Why is she getting those letters? Maybe it was addressed wrongly? Or was it a prank? But if it were a prank, how did this person knew where did she worked? Questions ran in her head. She hasn't read them yet but she intends to do so.
Gustav's POV
We were resting our hands; all those signing made our wrists numb. And there's still another signing session in a few hours. We were pooped and our cheek bones are starting to soar from all that smiling.
I didn't aspect that we would have this much fans in Asia. I thought they were more to Korean or Japanese type. But I guess not.
I'm beginning to like it here. Everybody is so friendly and they respect one another. Not to mention they help each other out even though they're strangers. I happen to see that situation while I was on my way to the bathroom.
Anyway, while I was twisting my Sharpie with my fingers, I noticed that Tom was staring at something. And it wasn't the usual inquisitive stare.
"What are you staring at?" I asked him in German.
"I think that girl is getting herself into trouble" he answered.
My eyebrows frowned and I turned my head over my shoulder. He wasn't kidding. A girl was cornered to a wall and she was surrounded by four dudes. They were muscular and big. I was looking at the girl from one angle, and she looked kind of familiar. Wait, she's gonna get beat up. Why aren't we doing anything?!
"Hey shouldn't we do something to help her out?" I asked my band mate.
"Hold on, I wanna see what happens" he said simply.
"Someone is in trouble and you just wanna sit here and watch?!"
"Uhh" he rolled his eyes. "Don't you get it? Wait until she looks like she really needs help and then go and help her. That's the whole point of being the hero" he explained.
"What book you got that from? Dummies guide to being a hero?" I sarcastically said. As usual, he wasn't taken aback by my sarcastic remarks.
"Oh my god, look" Georg pointed. I didn't realize he had been paying attention. I know that Bill isn't. I think he's too busy doing something with his hair.
That girl who looked panicked is now beating the crap out of those guys. She dodged a punch and kicked his shin. She attacked the other guys' lower rib with her elbow and it knocked him down. She gave another punch in the face, I could hear a crack I think his nose is broken. But the last one standing grabbed her by the waist.
She knocked her head against his face and his head hit the wall putting another one out cold. That's gonna leave a mark. When she was released from his grip, she wiped her sweat and pulled her fringe back.
My eyes widened when I saw the girls face. I knew exactly who she was and at that point, I was scared.
".GOD" were the only words that came out of me.
"So much for damsel in distress" Georg said.
"CLOE!!" Bill called, waving his hand asking her to come join us. He obviously didn't see what happened. Sometimes, Bill could be ignorant and it disses me off.
"Hey guys. How's it hanging?" she asked as if she did nothing.
"Hahaha I could ask you the same thing" Georg said. Bill was confused, he knew he had missed something and he doesn't like it.
"What?" Georg and Tom mimicked the fight scene. Tom mutely punched Georg and he playfully fell onto the ground.
"Oh you mean that? It's nothing. They were just vain little idiots. So watcha guys doing?" she said like it was nothing.
Cloe unzipped her mini shirt and revealed her tank-top. She was sweating; the small droplets made her look like she had a wax. I was overwhelmed to see her arms. She was buff! Not literally, but fit for a woman.
She took out a water bottle and chugged the liquid down her throat. Her tank lifted a little and it revealed her packs. On the left side of her stomach I saw a cut. It wasn't fully healed yet because it was still red and it had stitches. It looked fresh. I didn't ask, not wanting to invade her privacy. Hey! It is sort of private, okay?
"Are you a man?" Bill stupidly asked. I knew it was a joke, but his tone was like a child.
Cloe chocked on her water. She scanned Bill from top to bottom. "Are you a woman?" she asked sarcastically.
"No. But I'm the beautiful one" he said proudly.
"Yeah, and I'm the macho one" we laughed at her sarcastic remarks.
Tom kept staring at her up until now. I wonder what he is thinking. Oh wait, I don't want to know. But then, it doesn't look like he is thinking dirty. His expression got me into it. Hmm interesting…
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