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Chapter 6~Phat 5
***Sydney's POV***
"I knew it!" I boosted. Sark had now walked up to his mother, looking her over carefully. But what reflected in his eyes was not happiness, nor was it desire or confusion. Pure hatred shone in his eyes.
"You impassive little bitch!" Sark muttered throwing a punch at his mother. She blocked it easily.
"Now Julian, don't fight me. I know leaving you with Irina, letting you believe countless lies and feeling all alone in this world, but I'm here to make up for it. Please let me." Angenetta pleaded.
"Wow, you deserted me long before the age of ten and now have come back into my life now that I'm a grown man and can take of myself, gee, thanks mother." Sark spat.
"I don't like how you used mother." Angenetta scolded.
"Like how?" Sark asked folding his arms.
"Like there was supposed to be another word after it." Angenetta continued.
"Glory, Vaughn, please exit out the right door, where you will be treated for your wounds."
"Ok." Glory replied and left with Vaughn at her heels.
"So, you guys have not only proved that you suck at teamwork, but you have determination. I'm sending Sydney, Vaughn, Julian, Irina, Jack, and I to go undercover." Angenetta informed us.
"So, basically, everyone except Glory." I translated.
"She has been the cause of death fo teammates. But, since you think she should go, I'll send her in. If anything happens, however, I'm holding I over your head." Angenetta told me.
"But, I didn't mean-" I stated.
"Of course you didn't mean to undermine my authority. You were simply trying to help out a friend. Now you all may exit out that right door. Your things have been packed, you will leave for the mission tomorrow. Tonight you will stay at a safe house." Angenetta declared. As everyone starting filing out Angenetta pulled me aside.
"If you break my Julian's heat, I will put your head on a spike, before torturing you will all my fun gadgets." she warned.
I liked my lips. "But I'm not going ou-" I started.
"Of course you're not going to do it. Because there are consequences. Think about that. Good day." She told me.
I shrugged it off and continued out the door.
***Irina's POV***
"If you ever, ever, ever, threaten my daughter again, you'll get to have fun with my toys. Then again, fun, pain, same difference. Think about it. Good day." I told her before exiting the room.
~~~The next day~~~
***Sydney's POV***
Dressed in a red frilly dress I linked my arm with Sark. I had on a black wig with red highlights that curled outward at the bottom. I wore red high heels to match with my ruby bracelet. Sark, wearing the usual suit, pushed open the doors to the Concurrence as we strolled in. Walking up to an information desk Sark threw down his invitation.
"Name's Black, Andrew black. And this here is my bitch, Carmen. Goes everywhere with me." Sark told the woman sitting at the desk in the best mixture of an American accent and a pimp voice.
"Hello Mr. Black and his… associate Carmen. Right this way." the woman told us. As soon as she got up, we realized how short she was. The woman, no taller than 5' 3'' was wear a black skirt and a white shirt. Her blonde hair was up in a bun and the thick glasses she wore made her appear 20 years older.
Sark looked at me before continuing behind the lady. The hallway that she led us down was very plain and simple. The walls were white and the doors were wooden. There was absolutely nothing else that you could see .All the doors were closed and there was nothing on the walls. We must have passed 30 doors before finally turning to the right and opening a door. We passed through green double doors. Using a key card the lady opened another set of doors and an office was revealed.
A polished rich wooden desk with a laptop sat in front of a black leather office chair and some wooden cabinets. The chair swiveled around.
"You may leave us Rosemary." the person form the chair spoke. It turned out to be yet another blonde woman. Her hair was crimped and fell just short of her shoulders. She wore both lip and eyeliner and it vaguely looked like she was wearing other kinds of makeup as well. She was dressed in a blue blouse and black skirt. She also had on light blue lipstick.
"So, your Mr. Black and Carmen, huh?" she asked in an American accent.
"Follow me."
She got out of the chair and locked the door before pulling out a dusty blue book. Opening the book, she pulled out a remote and pressed a few buttons. Within seconds a compartment opened up that scanned the palm of her hand. A door appeared from the wall and she typed in a code. Within a minute a bookcase reversed revealing a door. She took out a set of keys and searched though them until she found the right one. It was a peculiar key because not only was it pink, it was more circular. The door opened and she motioned for us to follow. The door appeared to be steel. After it opened we found ourselves staring at a hallway. The door behind us closed and we followed close behind her as she turned left at the 7th door. She opened the door to reveal a conference table.
"Mr. Black, Carmen, I would like you to meet the phat 5." she introduced.
"My name, by the way is Izzabell. That is Maria." She told us pointing to a dirty blonde with hair halfway down her back wearing a pink blouse and a black skirt. "The one beside her is Nefertiri" a brunette with black hair looked up and smiled. She appeared to be Spanish or of some exotic origin and wore a black skirt and a red blouse.
***Sark's POV***
I glanced at Sydney, watched her start to move slightly uncomfortable before ceasing all movement. Turning my attention to Izzabell I listened to the others she had to introduce. "The one wearing a yellow blouse and the black skirt is Topanga while the one in the green blouse and black skirt is Abnore'."
Topanga had crimped dirty blonde hair that went a little past her shoulders and looked like she was no older than 18. Abnore' looked as if she were from the Asian continent with her shiny black, straight, and shoulder length hair.
"Last, but not least is Claire." Izzabell introduced pointy to an old lady.
~~~3rd person omniscient POV***
Sydney and Sark shared the same thought. Is that Mrs. Cluberhouden?
***Izzabell's POV***
"Well welcome to our organization. I would like you to meet our other inductees." I informed them, pointing towards one of the many doors in the room.
Topanga got up and opened the door behind her. In walked Irina, Jack, and Glory.
"I like your outfits, they're cute." Glory complimented. "I love to see women in power."
"Why thank you Gloria." I replied. "Carmen, Mr. Black, I would like you to meet, Erin, John, and Gloria. Now normally, we don't appreciate guys joining of sisterhood. But I suppose we could make an exception. You just need to prove your loyalty. Mr. Black?"
"Yes?" Sark asked just about 100% sure of what she was gonna ask him to do.
"Please shoot one of our new inductees." I barked.
"Ummm, I don't have a…" Sark trailed off.
"Gun?" I asked tossing him a handgun.
***Sark's POV***
Where's Vaughn when you need him? Shit, I need them to trust us so we can take them down. I thought aiming the gun. Pointing it at Jack I closed my eyes as I pulled the trigger and Jack fell to the floor.
I watched as Glory suppressed a scream and Irina looked pissed. I couldn't even bear to look at Sydney. Mrs. Cluberhouden looked surprised, but hid it very well.
"Now, that that's over. Let us go." Izzabell ordered. Immediately all the women in the room sitting down stood up simultaneously. "We are now the Phat 10. Congrats."
They exited out of a red door and walked through a dark hallway. It didn't seem to bother the Phat 5 though, they seemed use to it. The door opened and then stepped into a white room. It flashed blue and then turned white again. Another door opened and then proceeded to walk through. It seemed to be a warehouse. They passed endless boxes of all shapes and sizes. Walking up to a box the height of a one story house however, Izzabell typed in a code. The box revealed a door that opened moments later. They walked inside the box and found themselves staring at people working at their desks.
"Through here." Izzabell ordered. They passed a set of rooms with windows to display what was going on inside. From the looks of it, they were passing training rooms, test rooms, and other miscellaneous rooms. The florescent lights overhead were all kinds of interesting shapes. Izzabell finally reached a door to her right and pushed it open. Finding ourselves in a big spacious rooms with just a truck to fill up the space, we wondered what was going down.
"Here you can obviously see a truck. Inside a truck are boxes. Inside on of the boxes is a suitcase. Inside the suitcase is a briefcase. Inside the briefcase is a code. If you decrypt the code you will find out that it is a virus. It will be the worse computer virus the world has ever seen. This mission is very simple, you will deliver the boxes to a location that will be given to you. You will get there by the time specified, not a second later. Understand? I know, I have calculated into the time, enough time in case you get 2 flats, 2 restroom breaks, and a while of extra time in case someone becomes suspicious of the truck. Once you deliver the packages to the location there will be someone there. He will defuse one of he objects. He already knows which box it's in. This is a precaution. If you take too long to get there then, well, let's just see you wont see the next day. Understand?" Izzabell asked.
"What if we don't make it in the time specified?" I asked.
"Good question Mr. Black. If you don't and somehow defuse the object then I will see to it that you don't see the next day. Same if you double-cross me or take any of the packages." Izzabell notified us.
"Ok, but what are they doing here?" Sydney asked referring to the phat 5.
"They are going to brief you all and give you the specifics. "Remember, don't screw up. If you do you will not have another chance to."
"You leave today. See you all soon, hopefully." Izzabell laughed, walking away.
"Ok, listen up!" Topanga yelled. "Pair up with one of the Phat 5 to be briefed."
***Vaughn's POV***
"Ok, thanks Kendall. That's great. Ok, bye." I spoke into one end of the phone. They had inspected every inch of Sydney's house multiple time, but still had found nothing. They were still analyzing that handwriting, comparing it to all the handwriting of fugitives they had.
***Glory's POV***
She jumped into the truck beside Sark. Irina climbed in next, followed by Sydney who slammed the door closed. She glanced out the window before Sark started the truck. A gate opened and the truck departed form the building. Turning on a debugging device Sydney flipped open her phone.
"Hello Marshall? I'm looking for a code to a virus. A potential threat. Once I give it to you I need you to work your magic. Yes, I'm looking for it now. Also there's something we have to defused, I know that it's in one of these boxes. Yes, I'll keep looking. Ok, could you put a trace on this phone to trace where we're going? Ok, thanks, bye. I' gonna turn on the Com link. Bye." Sydney spoke into the phone before turning it off. Opening a door behind the seat , Sydney walked towards the back of the truck with me following close behind.
We could see dozens of boxes both big and small.
"I'll take the right side, you take the left." I ordered. Sydney complied and began checking the boxes on her left.
After a few minutes I tried to get her attention. "Sydney, Sydney, Sydney"
"What?" she asked turning around.
"Look." was all I said.
***Izzabell's POV***
I walked up to a car and rapped on the window. The window winded down slowly. The person was sitting on the driver's side awaiting instruction.
"Hello Lauren. I need you to follow the truck that just left there. Make sure everything goes as planned. Can you do that?" I asked.
"Of course." she promised before winded up the window and driving off in a Black Altima.
***Sydney's POV***
I turned around and walked towards Glory. I peered into the box she was pointing at. In the big box lay kids, ALOT of kids.
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