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Raiding the Hazards

Vallejo rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the report on his computer screen. A few officers were still in the HQ completing their reports or cleaning up for the day. But for some reason he couldn't concentrate. And he knew it was because of a certain blond delinquent.

"What the-"Vallejo stared at his computer in surprise as a black box popped up with a little red dot on it. "Who activated a tracker?"

Fillmore opened the door to Vallejo's office and glanced in. "What's up? I could hear you yell from the other side of the HQ. Did your computer crash again?"

"Funny. Someone put a tracker on someone else. And it seems like they're heading for some sort of warehouse."

"Where?"

Vallejo typed some numbers and glanced again at the coordinates that just appeared on the screen. "Just outside of town."

Fillmore frowned and came up to Vallejo's computer. He stared at the moving red dot for a moment before speaking.

"You think this is a Hazard?"

"Someone walking to an abandoned warehouse during the late hours? I would think so. That or a psycho killer."

"I think I'll put my money on the Hazard."

"Smart move. You round up as much backup as you can." Vallejo looked at the clock hanging on the wall over his office door. It was pretty late. He must have been working pretty hard for the time to fly by. "Wake them up for all I care. Threaten them with desk duty for a month if they don't get their butts down here pronto."

"Gotcha," Fillmore said and left the office in a rush. Vallejo leaned back in his chair and hesitantly regarded the phone. If he was wrong and it wasn't the Hazards, Folsom would kill him. But if he was right and didn't inform her, she would kill him. And he had a pretty strong hunch it was the Hazards. He didn't have a clue on how the tracking device got on them, but he didn't have time to question it now.

A raid was about to take place.

...

Amazon quickly ran a brush through her blond hair and slapped her beret on. The orange sash hung on her closet doorknob and she made sure to leave the badge on her computer desk. She regarded herself in her mirror and smiled. She was wearing her normal black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, white tank top, chains for a belt and black combat boots.

The delinquent was ready to roll.

Amazon jumped in surprise when her cell began ringing. She glanced at the caller ID and grinned. It was Fillmore. Looked like the raid was about to start. She quickly checked the location of Vallejo and noted he was starting to leave the school.

She better grab Liz. But the only problem was that she wasn't there yet...

Amazon quickly dialled her number and tapped her foot as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Liz, its Amazon. Where are you?"

"Didn't you get my message?" Liz questioned with her voice a bit like static.

Amazon pulled the phone away from her ear and realized she had a new message. "Nope."

"Well, I showed Jake the file when I ran into him. He was so impressed! And I was going to meet you at your house so we could walk their together, but I was so excited I decided to go early!"

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah! I'm just about near the railroad tracks that lead to the warehouse. You better leave now or you'll be late! I'm running out of minutes, so I'll see you later!"

Amazon stared at the dial tone for a moment. Liz was almost at the warehouse. The warehouse that would soon be filled with Safety Officers and screaming delinquents...

"Ah crap."

...

Vallejo flicked his hood up and stared once more at the small device that told him where the Hazard was going. The dot was still in a small building which must have been the warehouse. "He's not moving, so I assume he's going to be staying for a while. We don't know how many Hazards there will be, so keep your guard up."

"Will Folsom show up?" Ingrid asked, trying to keep her heart steady and not pop out with adrenaline.

"She said she had to get ready and then she would meet us there. You know what that means. She might not be there for at least an hour or two."

"Look!" Danny whispered and pointed ahead. Vallejo could make out a shadowy shape in the distance, and many dark blobs were making their way towards it from the other side.

"The warehouse and the Hazards. The must have taken the train track route. Alright, we'll wait until they all get inside and then we'll storm the place."

"Where's Amazon?" Tehama asked in a soft whisper.

"I didn't have her home phone, so I called her cell." Fillmore shrugged. "She must have it turned off."

Or she could be in that very warehouse. Vallejo thought with a grim look. One way or another, I guess we'll find out.

...

Amazon hissed as she took off down the train tracks. Her boots slid against the worn out metal, but she didn't pay much attention. The train tracks hadn't been used in ten years, so getting hit by a train was not something she needed to worry about.

The warehouse came into sight and Amazon put on a burst of speed. She leaned over and panted when she came to a stop in front of the metal door. She wiped a streak of sweat off of her brow and rapped on the door.

"Password?"

Amazon rolled her green eyes. "Proceed with Caution." Only Jake would use his last name in a stupid pun...

The door creaked open and Amazon stepped inside. The warehouse was wide, with stacks of crates that were used as seats. At the very front of the room, standing on a barrel was Jake Caution, and he was listing off member names off of a clipboard. Amazon spotted Liz sitting on a rather high stack of crates.

"All are present!" Jake boomed. The doorman quickly took his place on one of the crates and sat at attention. Jake met Amazon's cool gaze and smiled slightly. "It seems that you do know your place when...properly motivated."

Amazon narrowed her eyes at the folder clutched in his hand. She didn't take kindly to being blackmailed and threatened. Jake was so going down.

But first she had to get Liz out of there...

She quickly jogged over and climbed the stack of crates Liz was on. They were stacked in three rows, three crates high. Amazon sat on a splintering wooden one and peered below. "Why couldn't you have chosen to sit on a crate closer to the ground?"

Liz laughed. "I like being up high. It makes me feel...I don't know, powerful I guess."

Amazon smiled slightly and gulped nervously when her cell vibrated. Amazon casually pulled it out and checked it; ignoring Jake's rambling on how he was proud on having Elizabeth joining the Delinquent Hazards.

And Vallejo and his crew were right outside the warehouse doors.

"Shoot..." Amazon hissed and jumped three feet in the air when there was a ramming on the door. The rusty bolts were barely holding onto the heavy metal door to begin with, and one more blow would knock it clean off.

"What was that?" Jake demanded.

Amazon frantically glanced around before peering behind her. It was a rather long drop, not enough to break anything, but enough to give them bruises and a possible sprain.

I don't really have a choice here. Everything I do from here on out is pure impulse.

Amazon gave a small yelp of shock as she pretended to lose balance. "Shoot!" She grabbed on to Liz's arm and forcefully pulled the girl with her. They disappeared behind the crates just as the door blew off its hinges.

"Sorry." Amazon hastily whispered and pressed herself against the crates.

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Vallejo shouted. Amazon winced and Liz paled.

"How did they find us?" She asked fearfully. She gripped onto Amazon's arm tightly, her fingernails digging into the leather material of her jacket.

Amazon pried her hand loose and listened intently to the pounding of feet and screams. "It doesn't matter how they found us. We need to get out of here."

"How?"

Amazon stared at a hanging chain that climbed to a window. It would be a far jump, but right now she didn't have a choice. She cautiously peered between the crates and noted that the officers had the two exits blocked. The stacked crates hid the third escape route; the window.

"Climb out the window and run for the river a few meters down the tracks. I'll meet you there."

"What are you d-"

"Go!" Amazon gave Liz a little shove and the girl obediently gripped the chain and climbed up. She disappeared out the open window and Amazon did not hear any screams, so she decided Liz got out safely.

Now she needed to get Jake's glasses and that folder.

She carefully crawled around the crates and spotted Jake frantically holding his own against Fillmore and Ingrid. Vallejo was helping round up a crowd of delinquents that were trying to ambush Anza and Tehama. She snuck up to the barrel and found the folder. She snagged it and kept herself concealed behind the wide wooden cylinder and tore up the folder into little pieces, allowing them to float to the floor.

Do you really need the glasses?

Amazon groaned. If she didn't get that tracking device off of him, he would know for sure it was her.

Who else beside the Hazards knew he was the leader of the best delinquent and juvenile group of the district?

Amazon risked a glance from her hiding place and watched as Jake tried batting Fillmore and Ingrid away with an old broom. Must have found it in that old closet...

As Jake went to strike Fillmore, the officer ducked and swatted the end of the broom, causing it to fly up and knock him in the chin, making him stumble back in surprise.

His glasses flew off of his face and sailed through the air, landing right next to her hiding place.

"Talk about luck..." Amazon grinned and quickly plucked the tracker from the glasses. She turned it off and stuffed it in her pocket. "I'll get Vallejo's later. Time to book it."

Amazon spotted a discarded red hoodie and quickly slipped it on over her leather jacket. A bit bulky, but it should keep anyone from recognizing her. She flicked her hood up to hide her face and was about to book it for the window when a familiar figure with a red T-shirt and a hazard symbol tattoo stood in front of her. Amazon slowly glanced up into the shocked and furious face of Jake Caution.

His sapphire eyes seemed to burn with hatred and fury as he glowered at her surprised and nervous green eyes. "YOU!"

He just had to come after his stupid sunglasses.

"Oh crap and shoot shoot shoot!"