Because I forgot last time, Merry Christmas, if you don't celebrate Christmas then Happy Hanukkah. If you still don't celebrate that, then happy whatever religion or non-religious holiday or regular day. As well as happy new year. Happy St. Patricks Day, Good Lent and maybe Happy Easter.
Anyway, thanks for the follows and reviews. Yet I was hoping for more to be honest, but beggars can't be choosy. Also despite me saying that I want to keep realism and realistic events, I can not include certain moments in current day times, if you understand what I'm hinting at.
[Malibu, California: 39 hours later 11:30 am]
After two nights and a day of driving, the Blood Gulch crew, minus Sarge the had arrived at their city. It would normally take Church twenty hours to drive that distance, but since he was with his team he needed to stay close.
As they stopped at their final refueling station, Church linked each of their earpieces together. To check if they worked he spoke to each of them, "Ghost to Crash, you there, Crash?"
"I read you, buddy." Grif responded.
"Face, you read?" Church asked.
"Read you loud and clear." Tucker replied.
"Hacks?" Church questioned.
"Can I please change my callsign." Simmons suggested, confirming he read.
Satisfied with his gear, Church placed the earpiece down only for Caboose to be disappointed, "What about me Church?" Caboose asked.
"You're right next to me. I know you're fine." Church answered. When he turned back Caboose became all pouty looking out the window. Not wanting to deal with an upset Caboose he pushed a button on the communicator device, "Ghost to Train?"
Becoming energized, Caboose picked up the earpiece, stuck it on and replied. "Train is here, I repeat: I Am Here." Caboose answered like a superhero. rolling his eyes Church caught the official city entrance to Beverly Hills.
While speaking in his soundproof helmet, Tucker addressed everyone, "Welcome to my second dream location."
"Why's that?" Grif asked
"Nice weather, good eats, great shopping districts. This place is home to many different people: rich, famous and powerful. Let's not also forget..." He said as he his shifted gaze over to a pair of rear ends of a few female friends out for a walk, "The beaches and the peaches."
"Stay focus, horn dog. We have a job here." Church ordered.
After a sigh from Tucker and a moment of calmness; another noise, something like a roar from a beast. Grif's stomach had joined the conversation. Pinching the center of his nose in exhaustion, he pressed the earpiece for all channels, "Why don't we stop at one of the places you recommended for a bite to eat?"
"Got ya," Tucker replied as he drove forward, "Follow me."
After about 2 minutes of driving, they had nearly made it to their destination when suddenly Tucker's fingers began to twitch.
"Oh, no." Church groaned as Caboose looked at him in a confused manner.
Caboose then asked, "What's wrong."
"Tucker's twitch is back."
"Oh. That's why."
(For those who are unclear what the 'Tucker's twitch' is, allow me to explain. Whenever he feels the presence of a beautiful woman he comes down with three symptoms. First his hands and fingers will twitch uncontrollably, second he will begin to get a certain smirk. Lastly his radar or woman sensor aka what he calls his junk will rise in the direction of the targets.)
Like a navigator following a compass needle, his eyes had turned to his right. If he were a cartoon character, his eyes would have extended through his helmets visor. Like an eager child in a candy store, he pressed the com link on the side of his helmet, "Church, 3 o'clock, the holy trio of beauties." He rushed his speech.
Church wasn't as enthusiastic as Tucker when it came to the subject of relationships or dating in general. However, even he had needs of his own, so out of curiosity and natural desire he glanced at the direction Tucker called out. Even Church had to admit that Tucker wasn't wrong, they were something to behold.
Going down the list in order from driver to passenger side, first was a blonde. She had her hair cleaned up as Church's attention to detail could tell, her medium skin tone went along with her hair and sky blue eyes. Something about her gave off a more expensive fashionista vibe than the rest of her friend, her clothing were clear proof of that.
Next on the roster was the red haired one, with the longest, waviest hair out of the other two. She was pale with emerald green eyes to go with her hair. Based off of her more sophisticated look she seemed to have been the intellectual one of the bunch.
Now onto the last one on the far passenger side, short black hair, and dark skin with the slimmest body type out of the rest, clearly athletic. Her face seemed to have a precious appeal to it as her small freckles were making a perfect constellation on her face. With her outfit, a bit small and nearly tight fitting, but still fuctional and comfortable in a way.
Church shook his head to regain concentration, "Easy there. There's a time and a place for everything. This ain't either." Church explained as he nudged Tucker's motorcycle to go forward. Meanwhile Tucker might have been on the way to shedding a tear as he saw the girls get further and further away.
A few more minutes passed by as they had arrived at their location. A sushi place called... 'Sushi Restaurant'. While having a completely stupid and unoriginal name, it hosted some pretty nice reviews. It even held a high recommendation from Tucker; even though he is not a big food fan, he knew how to please the senses.
Grif was a little sceptical, not because he wasn't a fan but because he was more into food that shortens your life span. However, even he had to expand his palette, besides Church was paying. As a wise man said, "My first favorite beer is free, my second favorite beer is cold." Meaning he loved free food and enjoyed food that was edible to him.
Everyone else was already on board, so they parked their rides and walked into the restaurant. The scene inside had a very japanese appeal, obviously, even the female staff were dressed as geishas. As the boys sat down Tucker spoke a little bit of Japanese to flirt with the waitress.
While everyone was glancing at the menu, Church, who already had an idea on what to order began to play a game in his mind. As his teammates he remembered to keep his head on a swivel, most people call this paranoia, but given his work he was normal to act this way. He missed the conversation for the beginning middle, but came back for the end when their drinks of water came.
"Okay," Tucker continued, "If you had to choose between any of fighter from any Street Fighter to go against, who'd it be and why?"
Simmons being the nerd of the group answered first, "Zangief, he'll knock me out in one punch." He stated.
"Zangief, that muscle bound idiot. Nah man I want a fight I'm guaranteed to win against. Dan Hibiki." Grif argued.
"Ooh, oh. The guy with the black hair and white outfit with red gloves." Caboose joined in.
"You're all wrong. Rainbow Mika." Tucker concluded.
"What?! / She'd kick your ass." Grif and Simmons argued.
"Now hold on, I can handle myself. Besides, I wouldn't mind getting hit by her combo." Tucker smiled at his own comment.
"C'mon man." Simmons groaned, he then turned to Church, "Hey Church, what about you?"
"I didn't have time to play any of those games." Church admitted, then explained with a fond childhood moment, "I used to play a game with my caretaker, remember those find the difference coloring book games?"
"Yeah, my favorite were crosswords." Simmons added.
"Word search." Grif said.
"I just colored the pages." Caboose answered as he remembered his childhood.
"Well, my guardian at the time gave me a different game, what's wrong in the picture. I was the best, she told me 'let your gut tell you what's wrong with this scene.'" Church remembered as he began to shift his gaze back to the group and his drink, "I got a bad feeling. Table 9 with the four supposedly dressed tourists haven't ordered anything since we got here. While the counter group of five business types have just finished their third bowl of miso when you only get one."
"You thinking it's a setup." Grif questioned.
Church shook his head, "It's possible but I'd imagine they'd send more in if they knew who we are."
As if on que a team of six walked through casually and immediately went to a table in the middle of the restaurant. All pretty well built, two two men four women, all together with the rest including the three seen staff members that makes eighteen. Simmons was already adjusting the silencer on his gun making Church shake his head.
Before anyone made anymore moves Church ascended from the table and glanced around the room, "Before we get started, does anyone want to step outside?" Church asked the room.
Nobody moved as the rest of the Blood Gulch table rose from their seats to backup their fearless leader. Seeing the fight ahead, Church began to wrap the chain around his right knuckle. Same with the rest of the boys as they readied into defensive stances, waiting for someone to make a first.
"Now, now, easy there gentlemen." A man from the corner said. This man was very much older than the boys, around the same age as Sarge judging by the wrinkles, hair and mannerisms. He wore a British style suit and tie, clearly someone from the agency they were being transferred, "My name is Jerry Lewis, Head of WOOHP." Jerry said.
Church eased his fist into a handshake to greet the man, "You must be our new boss."
"In a manner of speaking, yes I am." Jerry answered, "Now, shall we get to business?"
"Alright, we heading to HQ?" Grif asked.
"Certainly... right now." Jerry said as he pressed a button on his tablet he was handed. With a slight smile on his face, the floor beneath the boys slid open.
Realizing what was about to happen the group spoke in unison, "Oh, son of a bitch." And there they went traveling through separate metallic tubes that made loops and turns. Soon they joined together in this roller coaster of a fun house slide. As quick as their ride started it came to painful end as they landed jumbled together on a red velvet couch.
"Ow, why did he do that?" Caboose asked from the bottom of Church.
"A test? Convenience? Either way, 'dick move'." Church declared as Simmons' shoe was in his face.
"Jerry WOOHP'ed you guys in?" A new voice inquired. The boys glanced up to see a man in a similar suit but with a pink bow tie, and nodded. The new face helped each of the boys to their feet, "Sorry I looked over the schematics and budget to find out what we could do about that, but things have gotten a little tight as of recently. We couldn't even afford a bigger couch or an engineer to reduce the impact speed for that matter. Where are my manners, Franklin Delano Donut at your service."
Grif raised his right eyebrow, "Seriously?"
"What he means is, 'What do you do exactly?'" Simmons asked, politely shifting the topic away from Grif's rude questioned.
"Well, I carry out loads of work," Donut began, "Sometimes I juggle, multiple tasks in my hands."
Church shook his head in annoyance, "Can we please just get to the point why we're here." Just as Grif was about to say some smart-ass remark Church shot him his signature 'STFU glare', "So why were we called in."
"Simply really, manpower." Jerry answered as he walked into the room and sat at the only large desk in the room, "As of recently our staff has reduced greatly in numbers, and we've reached out to other neighboring agencies: CIA, MI6, and so on."
"So that explains why we were transferred here." Simmons clued together.
"Quite. We asked them to send in whatever they could spare, and we were thrilled and surprised that The Mother of Intervention were able to send a few of their best agents from Project Freelancer." Jerry said.
Church immediately corrected this mixup, "Blood Gulch Company."
"Huh?"
"We're Blood Gulch."
Jerry became puzzled for a moment, only to realize who they were, "Oh well this was not what I was expecting."
Grif laid back in the couch, "Yeah we get that a lot." He agreed.
"No offense but you don't exactly represent this type of field work. It requires subtly and stealth along with multiple skills that I'm not quite sure you possess." Jerry listed.
Church then stepped forward, "Mountain and Commando tactics; I specialize in long range reconnaissance and ballistics."
Tucker stepped forward, "Airborne and Resistance tactics; close quarters combat and social espionage."
Grif then stepped forward, "Calvary and Expeditionary tactics; need a demolition expert, armor or a new quick baracade, I'm the guy."
Onto Simmons, "Infantry and Technical support; I provide the team with the ability to access all computerized elements in the field, nothing can't be hacked."
Now finally Caboose, "Armored Division; heavy weapons and strong offensive capabilites are my job."
Jerry now sat in his chair, pleasantly surprised, "Impressive, I was unaware that you men were trained in military tactics."
Church pulled out 5 separate folder and plopped them down in front of them, "Consider this a resume. All the deeds we've done, mission briefs and so on."
Jerry reached out for the the files and became satisfied, "I must apologize. I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover, or from other people's reviews." He said referring to many other agencies who's encountered them.
"We're the guy that make the good guys look like heroes before they roll in." Church detailed, "We watch the watchers, track down the most wanted targets, and stop threats from destroying our freedoms."
Jerry then pressed a button on his desk and continued their conversation, "Well given your lengthy track record and the many good deeds you've done. I think it would only be appropriate for you to be assigned with agents of your own class."
Simmons raised his hand, "May I ask what class is that?" He asked.
"Well of course, they are the best that we've had since they started." Jerry stated.
"Mind if we have a file?" Church questioned.
"I don't see why not." Jerry answered, nodding to Donut, as the assistant began to pull the files. A noise from above came closer and closer Church, Grif and Caboose who were still on the couch stared upward. Simmons and Tucker moved away from the arms of the couch they were resting on. Soon the noise came to it's loudest as the sound of three young women arrived at the red velvet couch landing on the softened bodies of Church, Grif and Caboose.
While his teammates were down, Tucker inspected the women and gazed to the ceiling, "Thank you God." He prayed.
"Wow. That was a softer landing, than I'm used to." A mocha skinned woman said from atop of Church.
"Uh, Alex, I think that's cause some people broke our fall." The red headed female pointed out, as she pushed herself off of laid out Grif.
Caboose rose from the ground with a blonde haired beauty in his arms, "Well that certainly does explain why it feels like we've gone to heaven." She cheered in Caboose's arms.
Suddenly Jerry retrieved their attention, "*Ahem, Girls, please allow me to introduce to you your new trainees in a way. Even though they are veterans in a sense, I still hope to group them up with you as way to break them in. Now then please introduce yourselves."
After the spies got back to their feet they stood up and presented themselves, "Well, I'm Sam." The red head waved at the new five man group.
"I'm Alex." The mocha skinned woman added.
The blonde one who hoped all the rest were as hunky as Caboose smiled for a moment, until she saw the rest of them, "Oh, I'm Clover."
The boys then did their own signature call outs, "Leonard L. Church." Church nodded with a two finger salute.
"Hello, My name is Michael J. Caboose." Caboose followed his leaders lead.
"Grif." He muttered as he rested back on the couch.
"Simmons." He struggled, clearing his throat to avoid squeaking and failing miserably.
"The name's Tucker, Lavernius Tucker." A suave, full charmed Tucker introduced with a bow. Until Church hit him in the back of his head, "What? What did I do?"
Jerry then pressed, "Now there is another problem concerning your cargo." Jerry redressed the new group.
Church looked concerned, "Is everything alright?"
"The cargo is intact, but it's rather... too dangerous." Jerry finished.
"What do you mean?" Church asked.
"Frankly put, we don't use weapons." Jerry explained.
"How do you stop your enemies?" Church asked more curious than angered.
"Well, we use a series of non-lethal gadgets to apprehend these targets."
"Understood, but do you mind if we keep our equipment that's not dangerous?" Church quizzed.
Meanwhile, during this discussion Tucker scooted next to the closest female he could. Which was the ginger haired one, Samantha, "Hey, so what's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?"
"Don't you mean, what's a nice girl like you do in in a place like this?" Sam corrected.
Tucker smirked as he scratched his brow, the old 'scratch the brow and act anxious trick', "Sorry that only happens when I'm nervous, you must be setting it off."
"Hey, uh shouldn't we focus on the meeting at hand." Samantha questioned as Tucker came slightly closer.
"Meh, Church will tell me later. Besides this is our first time meeting." Tucker began whispering halfway.
Unfortunately what Tucker didn't count on was Church's tired yet commanding voice interrupting his flirt, "Alright team, grab your gear. Tucker your chemicals, Simmons your tech, Grif and Caboose unfortunately your gear consists of dangerous gear we can't use."
Grif and Caboose nodded as they stayed back near the couch and the wall. Tucker got his chemical grooming kit, such as his cologne and much more, Simmons got his laptop, wrist computer and his untraceable cell and Church got his surveillance slingshot and telescope. After that Church went back to Jerry, "So what's the mission boss?"
"Currently there's no mission active. It's all calm but in the event of an emergency we will be able to WOOHP you all here at any moment." Donut answered ass he re-entered the room.
"Got it, we'll be ready to go when the time comes," Church said as he picked up his bags and began to rush his boys out.
Jerry jumped from his chair and jogged over to them, "Wait, where are you staying?"
"I'll text you the address so you know which apartment." Church explained as he kept walking.
"One moment, please." Jerry pleaded, "Ladies, Donut." The group of WOOHP agents formed a circle and began to converse. After a few seconds of hushed whispers and averted gazes, they came back to the group, "Actually, there is a place we know you can stay."
[Beverly Hills Villa; 4:11 pm; The Beach House]
The vehicles pulled up from the street to the curb as the boys looked at their new, temporary house. Their faces were left in awe as they viewed the modern mansion, it was beautiful to say the least. The mere size of the place could house an entire small village.
Clover went forward to unlock the door, seeing as it was her family's vacation house. When she turned around she witnessed the guys still amazed, "Hey you boys coming in?"
Immediately they began to rush over each other, except Church who sighed and began grabbing the bags from the trunks. Tucker first then Caboose, followed by Simmons and Grif who felt as though they were on an MTV cribs episode. They were like kids in a candy store, while Church who just enter was like the Dad. The Dad who had to pay for them and babysit most of them, mainly Tucker and Caboose.
Grif went to the living room area and dived on the couch, back first, after hours on the road and the time in the office, he could use a nap. He took one as well, "Damn this place is so comfortable, a brother like me can-" Grif stopped as his head sunk back, "Zzzzzz." He snored.
The nerd of the group, Simmons, shook his head at Grif at his incredible lazy speed. When he turned his head he saw their multi entertainment center, "Shit is that... the firestick from Tropical, and the newest surround sound system, and the Gamingboxstation 5S... I'm home." Simmons happily cried, immediately grabbing a controller.
Tucker rushed from the bathroom in a heavy pant, "Guys, the bathroom is like a frickin barbershop." He didn't lie. Lots of mirrors, plenty of space, large bathtub. Going to his bag, he grabbed his hair supplies, body equipment and so on.
Caboose ran up the stairs like it was Christmas morning, and it kinda felt like it. He said nothing as he looked down at the pool, then up to the view of the beach and sunset. Since he was transferred to the Agency he was never able to have fun too much. However, Church found a way around this, always giving him gifts after every successful mission. Whether it was candy he bought from a convenience store, comics and manga or video games. Caboose always wanted to go to the beach, but work came first.
Church finished unloading the bags and then went back to the ladies who showed them the place. He grabbed his phone as he spoke to them, "I really have to thank you. We'll keep it maintenanced. You guys want to share a pizza with us, I'm buying." Church offered.
Alex made a face as though she really wanted a slice, but resisted, "Unfortunately we can't, we have to head back to our place at our campus. But if you need anything our numbers are on the fridge." Alex said as she and the girls waved goodbye.
As soon as the spies left, Church started dialing the nearest pizza shop, "Okay, what type of pizza you guys want?"
"Pineapple and olive." Grif groggily answered.
"Three Cheese!" Caboose called out.
"BBQ chicken style?" Simmons suggested.
"Meat Lovers." Tucker replied.
Church sighed and ordered all four, he was gonna eat some of everyone's. He of coursed ordered large liter sodas for everyone. Leftovers were gonna last them another day or two after that night.
Later after the pizza arrived the men went to their room of their choosing. Despite a quick debate over who should get the larger room, Church took it for himself. First come, first served.
Turning in, they drifted off to sleep and ended their eventful day.
[End of Chapter 2]
Sorry for the wait, been very busy with what's been going on. Had to get this out, I've been busy writing for three stories and two stories yet to come.
Churchisalive signing off.