A/N: Throughout this fic, I'll be using quotes from Charlie's Angels and
Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. Try and catch them!!
Chapter 1
Sydney Bristow quietly made her way through the backstage. In the front, men wolf-whistled as her partner, Fallon Del Amico made her way onto the stage wearing a very skimpy sailors outfit.
"Pervs," Sydney muttered as the strippers around her prepared to go on.
"Mountaineer? Mountaineer, do you copy?" her other partner, Lauren Reed asked through the comm. link.
"Copy that, Girl Scout. I'm moving in on the target," Sydney replied.
Sydney slid down a dark staircase to the basement of the strip club. She remained unnoticed by three thugs who were beating up a man.
Upstairs, Lauren picked up a tray of drinks and began walking towards a table. She made eye contact with Fallon, who was still dancing on the stage. Fallon nodded slightly, and continued her dance.
Lauren set the drinks down a table where the owner of the club sat. The owner began obviously checking her out.
"So," he said in German. "Was ist ein Engel, der dies weit von Himmel tut?"
Lauren smiled seductively, leaned in, and whispered something in his ear. "Ich bin kein Engel."
He laughed and Lauren turned to leave. He placed some money in the waistband of her skirt, so she knew what she had to do.
Sydney remained still hidden from the thugs. She spoke quietly into her comm. link. "Girl Scout, Tiger, I have the target in sight. Prepare for extraction."
Sydney jumped out of her hiding space and attacked the first thug. She hit him over the head, knocking him unconscious. She threw a crate at another one, and kicked the other one in the head. They both fell to the floor unconscious.
"Marcus Dixon?" Sydney greeted the hostage. "I'm Sydney Bristow. I'm here to save you."
"How many men do you have?" Dixon asked her.
"I've got two girlfriends upstairs," Sydney responded as she undid his chains.
"But they have fifty armed men!" Dixon protested as he and Sydney stood up.
"I know. The odds really are in our favor, aren't they?" Sydney said with a sly smile. "Let's get out of here."
Sydney and Dixon climbed the stairs to the backstage area. The girls were huddled in one corner of the stage, watching Fallon finish her dance. They walked discreetly into the front of the club. They were almost half way out when a bouncer stopped them.
"Gerade wo denken Sie Ihr Gehen?" he demanded. "Sie sind auf der Nachtschicht. Sie werden nicht andere drei Stunden lang fertig."
"Wer sagt?" Sydney replied. She then punched the guy square in the jaw. He fell to the floor with a loud thud.
The whole club turned and stared. The owner's assistant recognized Dixon. "Erhalten Sie sie! Sie entgehen!
Sydney, Lauren, and Fallon exchanged a three-way glance. Lauren back- flipped off the owner, who she was giving a lap dance to. Fallon leapt off the stage, and the three met in the center of the room.
At least ten guys stood up and pointed their guns straight at them.
"Now what?" Fallon said out of the corner of her mouth.
"Plan B," Sydney said.
The three dove in every direction as shots began to be fired. Sydney grabbed Dixon's arm and ran.
Outside, Fallon already had a truck ready and waiting. They all jumped in, shots still being fired after them.
Several cars began to chase them. Guns were still firing at them.
"They're going to blow out our tires in about three seconds," Lauren peered over her shoulder.
"Time to abandon ship!" Fallon announced as they first crossed over a bridge. "On three we jump. One!"
"Jump?" Dixon repeated, a nervous look appearing on his face.
"Two!" Fallon continued as the doors unlocked. "Three!"
The four jumped from the car and into the waters below. When they surfaced for air, they heard an explosion overhead. A grenade had hit the car.
When they were sitting on the bank of the river, Dixon spoke. "I'm afraid I underestimated your abilities."
"Yeah, that happens a lot," Sydney responded. "Let's get out of here."
Back on the bridge, the owner of the club pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
"Yes?" the deep voice on the other end answered.
"Three girls. Three crazy, beautiful girls," he said. "But we have the papers."
"I knew this day would come," the voice said. "Let's move in."
Translation 1: "So, what's an angel doing this far from Heaven?"
Translation 2: "I'm no angel."
Translation 3: "Just where do you think you're going? You're on the nightshift. You don't end for another three hours."
Translation 4: "Who says?"
Translation 5: "Get them! They're escaping!"
Chapter 1
Sydney Bristow quietly made her way through the backstage. In the front, men wolf-whistled as her partner, Fallon Del Amico made her way onto the stage wearing a very skimpy sailors outfit.
"Pervs," Sydney muttered as the strippers around her prepared to go on.
"Mountaineer? Mountaineer, do you copy?" her other partner, Lauren Reed asked through the comm. link.
"Copy that, Girl Scout. I'm moving in on the target," Sydney replied.
Sydney slid down a dark staircase to the basement of the strip club. She remained unnoticed by three thugs who were beating up a man.
Upstairs, Lauren picked up a tray of drinks and began walking towards a table. She made eye contact with Fallon, who was still dancing on the stage. Fallon nodded slightly, and continued her dance.
Lauren set the drinks down a table where the owner of the club sat. The owner began obviously checking her out.
"So," he said in German. "Was ist ein Engel, der dies weit von Himmel tut?"
Lauren smiled seductively, leaned in, and whispered something in his ear. "Ich bin kein Engel."
He laughed and Lauren turned to leave. He placed some money in the waistband of her skirt, so she knew what she had to do.
Sydney remained still hidden from the thugs. She spoke quietly into her comm. link. "Girl Scout, Tiger, I have the target in sight. Prepare for extraction."
Sydney jumped out of her hiding space and attacked the first thug. She hit him over the head, knocking him unconscious. She threw a crate at another one, and kicked the other one in the head. They both fell to the floor unconscious.
"Marcus Dixon?" Sydney greeted the hostage. "I'm Sydney Bristow. I'm here to save you."
"How many men do you have?" Dixon asked her.
"I've got two girlfriends upstairs," Sydney responded as she undid his chains.
"But they have fifty armed men!" Dixon protested as he and Sydney stood up.
"I know. The odds really are in our favor, aren't they?" Sydney said with a sly smile. "Let's get out of here."
Sydney and Dixon climbed the stairs to the backstage area. The girls were huddled in one corner of the stage, watching Fallon finish her dance. They walked discreetly into the front of the club. They were almost half way out when a bouncer stopped them.
"Gerade wo denken Sie Ihr Gehen?" he demanded. "Sie sind auf der Nachtschicht. Sie werden nicht andere drei Stunden lang fertig."
"Wer sagt?" Sydney replied. She then punched the guy square in the jaw. He fell to the floor with a loud thud.
The whole club turned and stared. The owner's assistant recognized Dixon. "Erhalten Sie sie! Sie entgehen!
Sydney, Lauren, and Fallon exchanged a three-way glance. Lauren back- flipped off the owner, who she was giving a lap dance to. Fallon leapt off the stage, and the three met in the center of the room.
At least ten guys stood up and pointed their guns straight at them.
"Now what?" Fallon said out of the corner of her mouth.
"Plan B," Sydney said.
The three dove in every direction as shots began to be fired. Sydney grabbed Dixon's arm and ran.
Outside, Fallon already had a truck ready and waiting. They all jumped in, shots still being fired after them.
Several cars began to chase them. Guns were still firing at them.
"They're going to blow out our tires in about three seconds," Lauren peered over her shoulder.
"Time to abandon ship!" Fallon announced as they first crossed over a bridge. "On three we jump. One!"
"Jump?" Dixon repeated, a nervous look appearing on his face.
"Two!" Fallon continued as the doors unlocked. "Three!"
The four jumped from the car and into the waters below. When they surfaced for air, they heard an explosion overhead. A grenade had hit the car.
When they were sitting on the bank of the river, Dixon spoke. "I'm afraid I underestimated your abilities."
"Yeah, that happens a lot," Sydney responded. "Let's get out of here."
Back on the bridge, the owner of the club pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
"Yes?" the deep voice on the other end answered.
"Three girls. Three crazy, beautiful girls," he said. "But we have the papers."
"I knew this day would come," the voice said. "Let's move in."
Translation 1: "So, what's an angel doing this far from Heaven?"
Translation 2: "I'm no angel."
Translation 3: "Just where do you think you're going? You're on the nightshift. You don't end for another three hours."
Translation 4: "Who says?"
Translation 5: "Get them! They're escaping!"