The Forehead 5:00 PM
When the team arrived at The City of Frank, they found that Zion's calculations were right on the money. Franks had just recently popped one of his zits and immunity hadn't called in for a scab yet. The team entered through the opening, being careful not to fly too low so they wouldn't be spotted. The team arrived unnoticed at the empty warehouse in the liver at about 6:30 PM. The team landed the choppers and used a large conveyor belt to bring them into the safety of the warehouse. Phase One had been completed and was a success.
The Upper Left Arm 6:35 PM
There was a war raging on inside Frank's body. A war between the Melanoma Family and the flu shots. The police had set up a barricade that blocked off the majority of the flow of traffic in the upper left arm. It has been a long day for the immunity force, as they have had to break up one street war after another. Currently, the police are dealing with the largest of the street battles so far. Members of the Melanoma family and Frank Mafia allies have been firing at a group of flu shots from behind a barricade of crates. The flu shots have been returning fire from behind a line of parked cars. This battle has gone on for hours and doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon.
"Man Drix, this thing has been going on forever!"
"I know Jones but we have to be here to help stop this thing."
"I know that. I know that but…"
"But what Jones?"
Ozzie didn't answer and began starring off into space.
"Ozzie?" You hoo? Jones?" Drix said, waving a hand in front of Ozzie's face.
"What!"
"You just started staring off into space."
"I did?"
"Yeah, you did."
"Oh."
"Jones, what's going on."
"Nothing. I just have a bad feeling, that's all."
"Do you think you can focus?"
"Yeah man, yeah man, I'm cool!"
However, in Ozzie's mind, he wasn't cool. His mind was doing laps on a very small racetrack. He kept on going over the same things and coming to the same conclusions.
"Thrax is dead. I saw him die with my own eyes. But if Thrax is dead, then why do I have this really bad feeling that he's still alive?"
Ozzie's thoughts paused for a second but then he thought about the job at hand and he shook it off. His bad feeling would have to wait until later, if there was a later that is.
The Liver 6:50 PM
The team had finished unpacking all of their gear from the choppers including large amounts of explosives, weapons and ammunition as well as money and rations for the team. The team's personal items were also among the things that were unpacked. The team also had time to explore the warehouse. The conclusion that all of the members came to was that is was huge. The warehouse was so huge that each team member could have their own room, if they so desired.
The bunking order went as follows: Draco and Thrax decided to share a room. Rip and Spike also made that decision as well as Raven and Shade. The rest of the team members had their own rooms. Xion took his own room because he knew that he would be on his laptop all night. Demo took his own room since he would be tinkering with some new prototype explosives. Diego took his own room because he actually wanted to get some sleep. Finally, Zen took his own room just because he was the spy of the team and being a loner seemed to fit his personality description.
After the team had set up their rooms to their liking, they dressed in casual clothes and walked out to meet the others in the main room.
"So Thrax?" Raven said cautiously putting his hand on Thrax's shoulder.
"What?" Thrax replied in an annoyed tone.
"Does this city have any night life?"
"What?"
"Clubs man. Night clubs."
"Oh. Well it used to but it got iced baby."
"Iced?"
"When I was here last, there was this new club called the Zit. I had my meeting there with my henchmen to lay down my plan for them. Seems that Jones and his partner had snuck in and decided to crash my party. During the fight, Jones' partner, Drix, pulled out a grenade and with help from Jones, set it off. The Zit exploded and iced over. In other words, it's no more, baby."
"Damn." Raven said, taking his hand off Thrax's shoulder.
"Thrax." A voice from a shadowy corner of the room hissed.
Thrax turned around and saw Zen, holding the latest issue of the Daily Frank.
"What Zen." Thrax replied.
"I think they rebuilt your club." Zen said, tossing the paper at Thrax. As he did, a flyer fell out of the centerfold. Thrax bent down and picked up the flyer.
"Well I'll be damned. It seems that they rebuilt the Zit. According to this flyer, they made it bigger and better than it was before."
"Where is it!" Shade yelled in excitement.
"Settle down baby. Settle down. It says here that the new Zit is located up on the forehead, by the hairline."
"Yes!" Raven shouted. "Can we go, commander?"
Draco smiled. "Yeah, sure. I don't see why not and besides, you guys could use a little recreation before we initiate Phase Two of the plan."
"Boo ya!" Raven and Shade shouted together.
"A word of warning to all of you." Draco said coldly.
The Strykers stopped talking to listen to their commander.
"Don't get too interested in the girls there. Just remember what we're here to do. Also, I'm putting a strict limit on the number of drinks you guys can have. Tonight's limit is 3 shots or bottles, which ever comes first. That limit goes for everyone except for Raven and Shade who are limited to 2 since we all remember what happened the last time we went to a club. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am!" The Stykers yelled with enthusiasm.
"Raven, Shade, you guys got it?"
"Yep." Raven said rubbing the back of his head. "No problem."
"We wouldn't want another raving drunken kung fu master incident now would we?" Shade said with a chuckle.
"Exactly." Draco replied with a grin.
"There's just one little problem." Thrax interjected.
"What?" Raven asked.
"We don't have any wheels baby."
"Damn it!" Shade shouted.
"Actually we do." Xion said, holding up a cell phone. "I called our contact and he hooked us up with ten brand new motor cycles. They're being delivered as we speak."
"Great." Draco said.
A few minutes later the team heard the sound of someone pulling up in front of the warehouse and then dropping off 10 large somethings. The somethings, being the team's motorcycles. The team walked outside when they heard the sound of the vehicle pulling away.
"By the way Xion, who is our contact for this mission?" Draco asked.
"My older brother Leon. Leon has connections with thousands of different germ mafias around the country."
"Ah yes, I remember your brother. I think I met him once."
"Yeah, I think you did Draco."
When they arrived the team saw 10 black, Harley Davidson style motorcycles, each with helmets, parked right in front of the warehouse. Each member of the team picked out a bike and put their helmets on. The team started up the bikes and got ready to leave.
"Zen." Draco said, lifting up the visor to her helmet.
"Yes?" Zen replied.
"You remember what we talked about?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then go."
"Right. I'll meet you all there in about an hour."
Zen accelerated and pulled away from the group.
"Where's he going?" Thrax asked.
"To do a special job for me, that's all." Draco replied.
"What special job?"
"You'll see in about an hour." Draco said, putting down her visor and revving her engine.
"Let's go boys!" She shouted, pulling away from the group.
"There were cheers and shouts from the team as they followed Draco up to the forehead.
The Zit 9:15 PM
When a gang of motorcycles arrived the doorman didn't know what to think. He wasn't sure if he should make them wait in line like everyone else or just let them go in. He decided to survey them first. The doorman watched the nine germs take off their helmets. To him, they all looked mean, especially the two red germs. The rest of the germs all looked like they were built like rocks and could beat him up pretty bad, even the short one.
As they walked towards him, he stepped aside to let them through. He really didn't feel like getting beat up tonight.
When the Strykers entered the club, they all went their separate ways. Raven and Shade headed for the dance floor to try to pick up some chicks. Rip, Spike, Zion and Demo headed towards an empty table so they could order drinks and just talk. While all of this was going on, Draco, Thrax and Diego took a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of adrenaline.
"Hey guys." Diego said. "How's about a toast, to the success of the mission."
Diego held up his glass.
"To the mission!" Draco yelled holding up her glass as well.
"To the mission and to the death of Osmosis Jones and Frank." Thrax said, completing the toast.
The three of them each took down their shots in one gulp.
"That's some strong shit." Diego said. "I think I'm gonna head over to the dance floor and see how Raven and Shade are doing."
"Have fun Diego. Don't steal too many of the ladies or else our snipers might get jealous." Draco said with laugh.
Diego raised his hand and nodded his head in reply.
"So Draco, when am I going to find out what this special job is?" Thrax asked.
"You'll find out when Zen get here in about an hour or so."
"Are you sure you can't tell me baby?" Thrax said with a smile.
"Positive." Draco said, touching him in the middle of his face where his nose would be. "So Thrax, you ever danced before?"
"Of course I have. My moves are unmatched baby." Thrax replied smoothly.
Draco got up off the barstool. "Well then, let's go baby."
The current band on stage was Powergerm 5000 playing their hit song "Bombshell". When Draco and Thrax got onto the dance floor, they started pulling off some amazing dance moves and soon a crowd had formed around them, cheering. Among the crowd were Raven and Shade who were both holding their first bottle of bile and who each had a hot girl at their side. Diego was also among the crowd. He had a small group of "patron" chicks gathered around him.
At the conclusion of the song, the crowd parted and the band on stage began playing a slow song. Thrax put his hands around Draco's waist, Draco put her hands on Thrax's shoulders, and the two of them began to slow dance. At the end of the almost six minute song, Draco and Thrax passionately kissed and then walked off the dance floor and back to the bar. When they sat down a shadowy figure began to approach them.
"I got it commander." A voice hissed form behind. Draco turned around to see Zen, holding something wrapped in a black piece of cloth.
"Good work Zen. I hope it wasn't any trouble for you to get."
"No trouble at all commander. No trouble at all."
"No one saw you?"
"No. I was in and I was out with out a sound or a clue to alert anyone of my presence."
"Great. Now you can enjoy yourself Zen."
"Thank you commander." Zen replied, sitting down and ordering himself a drink.
"So now are you going to tell me what that special job was?" Thrax asked, eyeing the package in Draco's hand.
"Yes, I am going to tell you." Draco said handing him the package. "After all, this package is for you. Go on, open it."
Thrax used his claw to tear away the string that held the package together. He carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal an item that he had missed dearly, his DNA bracelet. Thrax had a stunned expression on his face.
"How, how did you get this?" He stuttered.
"Easy." Zen replied, taking a sip of his drink. "I snuck into the evidence room in the 3rd Precinct and stole it."
"Thank you." Thrax said with gratitude.
"Don't thank me. Thank Draco, it was her idea."
"Oh don't worry. I will." Thrax said with a loving smile to Draco. She knew exactly what he meant and she put her hand on his.
"Don't forget to add your latest kill to that." Draco said, pointing to Thrax's pocket.
"Right." Thrax replied, taking out the DNA bead from Shane's hypothalamus and holding it up to his bracelet. The bracelet engulfed the DNA bead, adding it to Thrax's collection.
For the rest of the evening Draco and Thrax sat at the bar and talked. Zen would occasionally join the conversation but most of the time he kept quiet. At about 12:00 Draco called the guys over to the bar, where they sat for an hour to sober up before driving back to the warehouse where they would discuss Phases Two and Three of the plan.