Chapter 39: Mike's Story Part 2

With Mike and the double agents...

After lunch, Mike and the three double agents walked back up to Mike's room. They sat back down in their places.

"I'll continue the story." Mike breathed deeply.

FLASHBACK

Mike looked at the time. He wore a formal jacket that blended in with his pure black fur. The reservation was for six, and currently it was five thirty. He turned to Number 1 and mumbled, "God, how long does it take a girl to get ready? We've been waiting here for an HOUR..."

Number 1 sighed. "You've forgotten how it's like to have a girl around. I haven't."

Mike shrugged. "I hope she gets down here soon."

Number 2 walked into the front room where the other two Bad Hams were. He crossed over and inquired, "Mike, why do I have to sit next to her? That's SO unfair..."

"It's not SO unfair." Mike rolled his eyes.

"She's gonna be poking at me and everything. She'll find something to comment about. Can I sit next to Number 1?"

"No!" Number 1 shouted quickly. "Number 3 is sitting next to me. The odds on one side, the evens on the other. Got that clear?" He felt a sweatdrop going down the back of his head.

Mike rolled his eyes again with a wicked grin on his face. "Haha..."

The rest of the Numbers walked into the front room. Number 3 walked to Number 1 and whispered, "Dude, is she STILL not ready?"

Number 1 shook his head. "Nope."

A few minutes later, Mike sighed and muttered, "Okay, who's the one who's gonna go up there and drag her down here?"

"NUMBER 2!" all of the Numbers except Number 2 shouted.

"Mike!" a voice shouted.

Mike turned toward the grand staircase. At the top was Stella in a pink, sparkling evening gown with white gloves. He smiled and whispered, "Damn..."

Stella carefully descended the staircase. She walked over to Mike and whispered, "Damn, what?"

"Where the hell did you get that from?" he whispered as he looked at her dress.

Stella winked. "The maids helped me fix up the dress from earlier. They said they could make it better."

Mike nodded. "Nice..."

Stella nodded, too. "Well, are we going?"

Mike looked at the time, which said it was five fourty-five. "Yeah."

Right at six was when the Bad Hams (consisting of 16 guys and 1 girl) arrived at the restaurant. It was a super fancy restaurant, and Stella seemed to recognize it. She walked in with her arm laced in Mike's, and the Numbers walked behind them. Number 2 was laughing silently, and Number 1 nudged him.

The hostess looked up at Mike. She then looked at Stella. "Last time I looked, there was only 16 members in the Bad Hams. Is she...?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "Yes. Problem?"

The hostess shook her head. "Please follow me."

The Bad Hams followed close behind the hostess as she led them to a large table. The odd Numbers sat on the right side, the even Numbers and Stella sat on the left side. Mike sat at the head of the table. The hostess gave them each a menu, and then she returned to the hostess station.

Number 2 sighed as he set his elbows on the table. Stella looked over at him and screamed. "OH MY GOD, YOU PUT YOUR FRICKING ELBOWS ON THE FRICKING TABLE!" she screamed. "TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF! YOU CAN REPENT NOW!"

Number 2's eyes got wide as the rest of the Numbers and Mike laughed. He turned red in his face and muttered, "Okay, for God's sake!" He then took his elbows off the table.

"Thank you," Stella responded as she set her napkin in her lap. "Thank you for actually listening."

Number 2 murmured something under his breath as Number 5 shouted, "Hey, dude, at least she didn't kick you in the balls again!" The other Bad Hams then broke out in laughter.

Number 2 turned redder as he crossed his arms and displayed an unpleased look on his face.

"So...," Mike said.

"So, Stella, are you used to being bad?" Number 1 inquired.

"...No...," Stella whispered.

Number 3 flashed his cloudy gray eyes and whispered, "Have you ever killed anybody?"

"No..." Stella felt a sweatdrop on the back of her head form.

Number 4 jumped in. "Have you ever beaten anybody down like Number 2?"

Stella turned pale. "No..."

Number 5 looked around. "Have you robbed anyone?"

"No..."

"Have you ever stabbed anybody?" Number 6 inquired.

"No..."

Number 7 leaned toward Stella. "Have you ever shot anyone?"

"No..."

Number 8 asked, "Do you even know how to use a gun?"

"No..."

Number 9 grinned. "Have you raped anyone before?"

"No..." The sweatdrop grew bigger on the back of her head.

"Have you ever beat anyone?" Number 10 questioned.

"No..."

"Have you ever even hurt anyone other than Number 2?" Number 11 said.

"Not really..."

"Have you kidnapped anyone before?" Number 12 inquired.

"No..."

"Have you stolen money from anyone?" Number 13 questioned.

"No..."

"Have you robbed a store?" Number 14 asked.

"No..."

"Have you done ANY sort of crime at all?" Number 15 rolled his eyes.

"No..." Stella looked down at the ground. "No."

The Numbers then broke out in laughter. She blushed violently as she frowned. "No, I haven't."

"This girl might be an interesting one," Number 1 laughed. "She sure hasn't done anything 'wrong' in her old world, but she hasn't done anything 'right' in this world!"

The Numbers broke into more laughter. Stella sighed angrily and shrugged it off. Mike had a sweatdrop rolling down the back of his head.

Number 2 flared his eyes and looked at Stella. "You didn't know how to do anything wrong in your old world, and now you don't know how to do anything right in your new world!"

"You know, it's not as if she's actually gonna have to do everything you have to," Mike remarked loudly as he flashed his chocolate brown eyes.

The Numbers stopped their laughter. "You mean, she doesn't have to kill anybody?" Number 1 inquired.

Mike nodded. "She's just my assistant, which means she helps me, me, and moi. She doesn't have to do anything for you. She doesn't even have to listen to you."

Stella looked up at Mike with a bit of interest sparking in her eyes. "Actually, it would be nice if I knew how to do everything you can do." She looked from Mike to Number 1. "Perhaps you can teach me how to kill. I'd love to learn."

Number 1 turned pale and looked over at Mike with a look that said, "Do I REALLY have to teach HER?" Mike nodded and looked over at him. "Yes, I know what you're about to ask me. You have to."

Stella smiled. "Lovely. Maybe you can teach me how to rob and everything else."

Number 1 nodded as a sweatdrop formed on his forehead. "Yes, I can. It would be quite entertaining to see how a girl killed a guy. Maybe by kicking him too many times in the balls?" He laughed as Number 2 scowled and crossed his arms.

Mike laughed, too. "Maybe. Hopefully that guy isn't Number 2."

"Or hopefully he is," Number 3 added.

Well, about fourty minutes later, while all of them were enjoying their entrees and stuff, Stella looked up and turned pale as she looked over at the table just a ways away from the table she was at with the other Bad Hams. She set down her fork and looked over at Mike. He looked back at her and inquired, "What's wrong, Stells?"

Stella pointed over to the other table. "Oh my God, that's my father."

And sure enough, there was Simon, Stella's father, at the other table. He was with a large group of hamsters, some of which lived in the rich neighborhood. There was also Jake, but he had his head hung low. There was also one of the major police officers, Officer Bob, sitting next to Simon. Stella realized they weren't laughing or talking about anything entertaining. They were talking in low murmurs and whispers. She wondered if they were talking about how she 'disappeared'. Stella also saw that there was an empty seat, which was where she would be sitting if she hadn't run away. Mike looked back at Stella and whispered, "You wanna leave?"

"No, I don't wanna leave, Mike." Stella's voice was purposely loud.

Officer Bob looked up and saw the Bad Hams at the other table. He leaned over toward Simon and whispered something. The famous officer then stood up and announced, "Well, if it isn't the Bad Hams..."

Mike stood up and threw his napkin down. "Well, if it isn't dear OLD Officer Bob..."

Stella watched as Number 1 stood up automatically. He walked over to Officer Bob and inquired, "Now, what would you want from us this time, Officer? Your forces are too afraid of us, and we overpower you, so what else do you want?"

Officer Bob walked past Number 1 and got in Mike's face. "So, Master Mike, what do you know about this girl named Stella?" He obviously wasn't looking over at the table.

Stella stood up and remarked, "That she's right here."

Officer Bob and the rest of the hamsters looked over at her as she walked over to Mike. Stella laced her arm with Mike's and whispered, "So, what do you want to know about me today, Bob?"

Simon stood up and walked over. He looked Stella over before whispering, "You're not serious, are you?"

Stella nodded. "What's wrong? You miss having control over your precious, non-existant jewel? Awww, how sweet...NOT."

Jake walked over, too. His face was pale as he whispered, "Stella, what are you doing?"

"Eat dirt, jerk." Stella flashed her silver eyes as she leaned against Mike and flipped him off. "Why don't you go away?"

Simon grabbed Stella by the shoulders and shook her. "STELLA, YOU ARE COMING HOME WITH ME RIGHT NOW!"

Number 1 turned red in the face as he shouted, "DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO A GIRL LIKE STELLA LIKE THAT! THAT IS SO DAMN RUDE OF YOU!"

Stella blushed as she looked over at Number 1. Officer Bob was whispering something into his walkie talkie, and Number 1 glared at him with his sharp baby blue eyes. Officer Bob backed away as Number 1 towered over him. He then went into run mode as Number 1 pursued him.

Simon shook his head as he shouted louder, "STELLA, YOU'RE MY DAUGHTER! I TELL YOU WHAT TO DO, AND YOU'RE COMING HOME!"

Mike expanded his razor sharp claws and slashed a deep wound into Simon's face. "Don't you DARE tell Stella what to do!" he hissed as his claws dripped with Simon's blood.

Simon felt the wound in his cheek. He stepped back and whispered, "What do you want from me? How can I get my daughter back?"

Stella glared straight into Simon's eyes. "Newsflash, Father, I'm a Bad Ham now."

Simon turned pallid. "You're not. I won't let you."

"And I won't let you control my life," Stella whispered back.

Suddenly the sirens of police cars went off outside. Mike looked at the other Numbers as Number 1 ran back. "All of you Numbers except for Number 1, GO!" The Numbers except for Number 1 nodded as they jolted out the door. Mike quickly pulled out his wallet and threw five hundred dollars down on their table before shouting, "C'mon, Stells, let's split this joint!"

Before Simon could say anything of disapproval, Mike swept Stella into his arms as they and Number 1 ran out. Simon shouted something to the other hamsters before running after the three Bad Hams.

Outside were too many police cars to count. Mike kept running with Stella holding onto him as tight as she could. Number 1 ran with haste and jumped into the silver convertible Porche from earlier. He started it up as Mike jumped over the side and into the passenger's seat. Once Mike and Stella were in, Number 1 took off as fast as he could back to the Bad Hams Place. They could faintly hear Officer Bob's voice yell, "STOP THEM! THEY'RE SPEEDING AND THEY DON'T HAVE SEATBELTS ON!"

"What a dork," Mike murmured.

Before they even knew it, the three Bad Hams were parking inside the parking garage of the Bad Hams Place. They still ran inside to the front room, where the other Bad Hams were. They were pacing the room, and Number 1 told Mike, "Okay, the safest place in this whole mansion is your room, Mike. I want you two to go there and stay there. You know the drill. We stay in here and make sure they don't get in. All those police officers want is your girl. They don't care about anything we've done. That father of hers probably paid them so much they're DYING to do this. So go and RUN!"

Mike nodded and looked back at Stella. "Follow me, Stella. We can't waste time." He then ran down the hallway to the left side of the room. Stella followed closely behind him. They passed by many conference rooms, the living room, and the dining room. They even passed by the movie theater. Mike and Stella then came to a doorway. Mike opened the door, and it revealed a staircase. He beckoned Stella to follow. When she came through the door, Mike closed it and pressed a button. She looked at the button and inquired, "What does that do?"

"That makes a panel come down, and it makes it looks like it's just a wall," Mike explained as they climbed up the stairs. When they came to a larger door, Mike looked back at Stella and whispered, "And this is my bedroom!" He then threw open the door to reveal an uberly large room. Stella looked around the room and entered. "Wow, impressive."

Mike nodded. "I've got something extra special to show you," he said as he walked over to a door next to the door. He opened it to show a closet. Stella peeked in and muttered, "What's so special about a closet?"

Mike beckoned her to follow him as he entered. They came to another door, and Mike threw it open. Stella's jaw dropped when the new room displayed a large pool and an amazing hot tub. She whispered, "Wow... I'd like to swim in it!"

"Yeah, just take off your dress, and you can." Mike laughed.

Stella blushed a slight pink and whispered, "Oh? Is that your best pick-up line?"

Mike blushed a light red. "No, I don't think."

Stella rolled her eyes with a cute smile on her face. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "You have any plans?"

Mike nodded slightly. "Maybe..."

"Am I included?"

"Maybe..."

"Does it include what your pick-up line was trying to get?"

"Maybe..."

Stella laughed as she and Mike walked back into the Master Bedroom. She walked over to his bed and whispered, "You got a really nice place here."

Mike nodded as he walked over to her. "Yeah, I guess. It's nicer you're here. Often when we have drills like this, I'm all alone... Hey, wanna have fun?"

Stella looked up at him and blushed a brighter pink. "How?"

"We'll take turns. You slip off your gloves, and I'll slip off my jacket. You slip off your dress, and I'll slip off my undershirt. We'll take it from there."

Stella nodded. "Okay," she whispered as she slipped off her gloves. Mike nodded as he took off his jacket. She blushed as she slowly took her dress off. His eyes widened as he took off his shirt. They then looked at each other. Mike nodded. "Not bad."

Stella blushed as she leaned up against him. "Not bad yourself." She slowly kissed him on the lips.

END OF FLASHBACK

"STOP THE STORY NOW," Megan shouted as Mike perked up. Caitlin and Natsu were laughing their heads off.

Mike shrugged. "Awww, you're-"

"No fun. We know." Caitlin laughed.

Mike shrugged again. "You didn't even let me get to the good part! Dammit."

Caitlin and Natsu were still laughing. "Getting horny, are weh?"

Mike blushed. "What would you expect?"

"I'm not too sure what we should expect. Anything from you, dear Master Mikey," Natsu laughed.

"Yeah, tootru," Megan said. "But can we skip to the part where you're DONE having your little moments?"

Mike shrugged. "I dunno. I sorta like those 'little moments', but duh, I'm a guy, so I like it automatically. Okay, so..."

FLASHBACK

Mike yawned as he stretched his arms. He pulled the sheets of the bed over him as he muttered, "So..."

Stella looked at him with a regretful look in her eyes. He sat up on his elbow and inquired, "Feeling remorse?"

She nodded. "Are you?"

"Nope." Mike shrugged. "I guess I'll never."

Stella rolled over onto her back and whispered, "What happens after this?"

Mike shrugged again. "Tomorrow?"

She giggled. "Oh, you're so cute...," Stella whispered as she put her paw on his cheek. "You always try to look on the bright side."

"Yeah, with you and the Numbers. With anyone else, I'm pessimistic so they will, too. Part of being the Bad Hams. Yeah, that's it, I guess."

Stella nodded. "Yeah... I know, I'm sorta pessimistic a lot."

"So, what was the deal with that beige and light brown dude at the restaurant?" Mike inquired.

Stella sighed. "That was my supposed fiance. Father set me up. I don't like the guy. He's not brave or confident or anything... He just pretends."

Mike nodded. "And...?"

"I've been looking for a guy with all those qualities..." She flashed her silver eyes. "...and I found him."

Mike laughed. "Me? Brave? C'mon!"

"It's true! I mean if you weren't brave, you wouldn't go around robbing and killing and everything else. If you weren't confident, you could never talk louder than a room full of wild animals!"

"Are you saying I talk too much?" Mike laughed more. "I guess I do. I've been looking for a girl that's willing to do anything...and I've found her. You've put up with doing anything that I want to do for..." He looked at the big clock on the wall which read one in the morning. "...about six and a half hours."

"Oh my God, really?" Stella laughed, too. "How did I survive doing everything you wanted to do or try out?"

Mike blushed. "Haha, very funny. You still have remorse?"

Stella shrugged. "Not really."

Mike nodded as he lied back. "So...what do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"Do what I wanna do." Stella laughed more.

Mike laughed also. "What do you wanna do, Miss Stella?"

"I want to learn how to rob, Master Mike," Stella whispered.

Mike rolled over onto his side to face her. "Oh?"

"Yeah," Stella whispered as she stroked his cheek.

Mike grinned. "Yeah, whatever."

Stella smiled. "Yeah, whatever is right."

Suddenly the couple paused with the sound of the door down the stairs opening. Mike sat up and glanced around. "Hide," he whispered as he pushed Stella away. She shrugged as she emerged herself underneath the satin sheets of the bed.

Right then, Number 1 walked into the room. He crossed over to Mike and whispered, "Okay, I think they're done for the night."

"What happened?" Mike inquired. "I mean...did you kill any of them or take them hostage or anything?"

Number 1 shrugged. "We shot a few, killed another few, but they eventually backed down when Mr. Officer Bob told them to, and they retreated. That father of that girl's must be determined to get her back." He flashed his baby blue eyes. "I say you get rid of her NOW. The fact that she's here is enough to enrage that ham. He's rich enough to get her back, and he'll most likely give you everything." He flashed his eyes again. "Maybe enough to buy the entire city. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to have Hamster City, one of the most important cities in Hamster history to be YOURS? Wouldn't you like to go through the city knowing you owned it? Wouldn't you like to see your name, Mike, the Bad Ham Dictator, in the paper everyday? You can make it happen. Just tell her father the price, and he'll do it. Promise me. He'll give you enough to buy maybe even the next few cities around here. Then you can name this area the Bad Ham Metropolis. What do you say? Would you like our name to be in every convo everyone has? Would you like it that the police station would HAVE to listen to us? Would you like it you could do ANYTHING you wanted with this town? You just have to tell the girl's father the price you want, and you won't allow lower payment. You just have to give Stella up."

Mike stared back at Number 1 with sternness in his eyes. "No."

Number 1 frowned. "What, Mr. Bad Ham Dictator? Did you just tell 'no' to the one who taught you all of these things? Did you just tell 'no' to the one who made you powerful? Did you just tell 'no' to me, Number 1? Did you?"

"Do I need to repeat? NO." Mike narrowed his eyes. "I'll never give Stella up. I will never trade love for money."

"It's not LOVE, Mike. You just want to make more people in the world unhappy by not letting them get what they want. What you and Stella are involved is something called 'playing'... You're not in love. You just THINK you are. You're playing around with something you don't know about."

Mike stood up, despite the fact that he was now fully exposed, and walked up to Number 1. He crossed his arms against his chest. "I'm in love with her. I'm not letting that father of hers dictate her like she's been telling me he's been doing. She's his daughter, for God's sake. I treat my enemies and prisoners how he treats her. He doesn't show her respect, and I won't allow a girl like Stella to live with him and be forced to marry that lame guy."

Number 1 was barely listening to what Mike was saying. "Say...why... Wait, I haven't seen Stella come out of here yet. It's been six and a half hours, hasn't it about? And here you are, naked as a jaybird, and I haven't seen her? Oh, I get it..."

Mike turned pale. "Wait, no..."

Number 1 grinned grimly. "I know JUST how to get rid of her. Just wait until the rest of the Numbers hear this. They'll get a good laugh out of this. Then you'll be so embarrassed, you'll toss her out in desperation to get your pride back. Don't worry, Mike. We're giving her back to her father, whether you like it...or not."

Mike glared at Number 1 with his nastiest glare. "No, I'll toss you out."

Number 1 reared back with anger. "Oh? You gonna toss me out 'cuz I wanna get rid of the girl? Oh, nooo... The Bad Hams is a lifetime commitment, remember?"

"Exactly. That's why Stella can't leave." Mike's glare was growing more hostile each second.

Number 1 raised on of his eyebrows. "You tryin' to be smart with me? You're not tryin' to outsmart me so you can get your way-"

"SHE IS NOT LEAVING, AND THAT IS FINAL." Mike's glare was now accompanied by an ugly frown and his large, demanding voice.

Number 1 crossed his arms and hovered over Mike. "You think a kid like you can tell me what to do? Huh?"

Mike continued glaring into Number 1's eyes. "Yes. I'm Bad Ham Dictator. You do what I say. I don't do what you say."

Number 1 grabbed Mike's shoulders and shook him violently. "LISTEN, MIKE. GET RID OF HER. SHE'S UNHEALTHY FOR YOU AND FOR US!"

Mike broke away. "NO! I AM NOT GETTING RID OF HER!"

"GET RID OF HER!"

"NO!"

"GET RID OF HER! GIVE HER BACK TO HER FATHER! GET AS MUCH MONEY WE CAN GET OUT OF HIM, AND THEN BUY THIS CITY! IT'S OUR OBJECTIVE!!!"

"NOT ANYMORE THEN!" Mike flashed his bold, daring chocolate brown eyes before turning away from Number 1. Number 1's large chest went up and down with his hard, rhythmic, profound breathing as he uttered, "Fine. Let's just see what happens when I practically tell her father what's been going on. How about that, Master Mike?"

After waiting a minute without Mike turning around to look at Number 1, Number 1 whispered, "Do you want me to go to her father? Acknowledge him? Hmm?"

After another minute of waiting, Mike still didn't turn around or mutter anything. Number 1's patience grew shorter as he shouted, "MIKE, ANSWER ME! I KNOW WHEN IT'S TIME TO GIVE UP LOVE, AND THIS IS IT! YOU HAVE TO GIVE HER UP!!!"

"I'M NOT GIVING HER UP!" Mike shouted back as he turned around toward Number 1. "How many times must I say it? I've made a decision. I made it carefully. I love her with the same brotherly love that you, the Numbers, and I have formed. And if you're thinking things will change drastically around here, no, nothing drastic will change. She'll learn quickly. She's willing to learn. She WANTS to learn. And she wants to learn from you." His eyes had fragility in them, but then he was fearless.

Number 1 let his paws fall down to his side. "She wants to learn from me? Why me? Why not-"

"She's told me she really wants to get to know you and the Numbers. She wants to learn from the instructor that taught me. It'd only be right. I'm not a very good teacher, and she doesn't want you to go easy on her. She's a very tough girl, I HAVE FIGURED OUT. Please, Number 1. Please try to understand. Let her stay. ...Don't tell the other Numbers what I look like right now. Please?"

Number 1 sighed as he looked at Mike again. "If you cover yourself up, I'll forget your image right now, quicker. And okay, I guess she can stay."

Mike nodded. "Thanks, Number 1." He embraced Number 1 in a brotherly hug. Number 1 glanced around and pushed Mike away after a second. "Dude, don't do that with nothing on... It makes me feel not right... Okay?"

Mike sighed. "Whatever." He walked back over to his bed and covered up the lower part of his body. "Good night."

Number 1 grunted. "Good night," he muttered as he turned off the light switch and walked out of the room.

Right when the door closed, Stella poked her head out from underneath the satin. "What took so long for him to just agree with you? I mean..."

Mike shrugged. "Dunno." He lied back on his back.

END OF FLASHBACK

"And THEN what?" Caitlin pushed with excitement. "Did Number 1 succeed?"

"...If I continued onto what happened next, Dilla would most likely have to leave." Mike shrugged. "I dunno."

Megan rolled her eyes. "Just go ahead. I DON'T CARE BY THIS POINT; I'M GONNA HEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT ANYWAY!"

"...And then we did it some more! And we had fun! ...The end." Mike laughed. "Well, end of the night, pretty much..."

"...How did I know he was gonna say that?" Natsu asked herself aloud.

"...Yeah... And then la, la, la, LAAA! And la, la, la, LAAA!!!"

"Mike, are you high?" Caitlin asked loudly.

Mike turned pale. "...I dunno... Oh well, I'll continue on with the next day..."

FLASHBACK

"Mmm...hmm...mmm...," Mike snored as he rolled off of his bed. "Mmm...hmm...mmm...hmm...mmm...I-mm...will-mm...make-mm...you-mm...shout-mm...for-mm...mer-"

"GOOD MORNING, LITTLE BOY AND GIRL!" a voice shouted in Mike's ear.

"Oh shit!" Mike shouted as he jumped up, once again exposed.

Stella shot up, also exposed. "I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" she screamed.

"Kill who?" another voice muttered.

Mike glanced up to see Number 1, Number 3, and Number 5. They laughed mockingly as he muttered, "Number 1..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!" Number 1 laughed. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! SEE? SEE???"

"Shut up, you moron..." Mike gritted his teeth.

"This is hilarious," Number 3 pointed out.

"Rather," Number 5 remarked.

"How did you...," Mike murmured.

"First, we could hear you clear all the way to the game room," Number 3 began.

"And then Number 1 thought he would come up here last night to check everything out," Number 5 explained.

"And it wasn't," Number 1 pointed out.

"But we didn't say anything to the others," Number 3 acknowledged.

"And then...?" Mike murmured.

"Well, that's about it," Number 1 responded. "You know? You know that and-"

"She's hot?" Number 3 mumbled.

"...Shut up, you dumbass," Mike retorted as he scowled.

"I can already tell this isn't going to last forever," Number 1 laughed.

"Who knows? It could end after breakfast," Number 5 said. "You never know."

"Just put something on and come down." The three Numbers then exited the room.

The next things Mike shouted is too explicit to write down. Stella was shivering and there was no color whatsoever in her face. She held onto Mike's lower arm and whispered, "...Oh no..."

"Oh shit is more like it," he murmured.

A few minutes later, Mike and Stella walked down to the dining room. Stella's color still had not returned, and Mike was actually quivering a bit. Number 1 was sitting at the table wearing a triumphant grin as Number 3 and Number 5 were whispering to each other. The other Numbers looked as if they had no idea what was happening. Mike sat down with Stella beside him and glared at Number 1. Number 1's winning grin slowly faded as he looked back into Mike's cold eyes.

"...Mike?" he mumbled standing up.

Mike hissed, "You say anything else?"

"Everyone gets the idea... Right, fellas?"

The rest of the Numbers looked around at each other in confusion.

Number 1 pointed at the couple. "They-"

"Are in love," Mike completed.

Number 1 paused. "...Eh?"

"You lied to me last night... You remember?"

"...Oh shit, man... I'm screwed..."

"Yes, rather screwed now. Now you owe me."

"...Shit... How?"

"You now have to teach Stella what she wants to learn."

END OF FLASHBACK

"...That's the end of that, in simple words." Mike shrugged.

"...okay...," Megan muttered.

"Well, I'll skip all the small parts so I can get to my point."

"Alrighteh, let's hear it," Caitlin remarked.

FLASHBACK

"Are you sure I can do this?" Stella's silver eyes shone shyly.

Mike nodded. "Of course! This will be easier than you think."

Currently they stood in front of a small store. Stella was cloaked in a leather suit to hide her identity, and she wore a utility belt. Mike pushed her toward the door of the store. "Go on... It's worse if you wait," he whispered in her ear.

Stella nodded as she walked in. The store was fairly crowded, and she walked straight with fear and envy in her eyes toward the counter. The hamster behind the counter was reading a newspaper, and she pulled her 9-mm out of her utility belt. Stella rapped it against the counter as she shouted, "Give me all you got!"

The hamster behind the counter jumped up. He then glared at Stella. "You're just a girl."

Stella hissed, "I'm Stella, primary assistant of the Bad Hams. Give me all you got."

The hamster rolled his eyes. "Where's your proof that you're a Bad Ham?"

Stella took out her identity card and shoved it in his face. He laughed without care.

"This still does you no good! What are you going to do if I don't give you what you want?" he laughed.

Stella shoved her 9-mm against his neck.

"You wouldn't dare kill me, and you know it."

Stella whispered, "Give me what you got."

A hamster nearby whispered, "She's serious; didn't you read it in the news last week about her?"

The hamster behind the counter continued laughing. "Never would you kill me! You know you couldn't."

Stella pulled her trigger, and he fell onto the ground. She jumped behind the counter and stomped his body until she knew that he was gone forever. She then pulled open the register and emptied the contents into a bag before jumping out from behind the counter and running out the door. She felt Mike grab her by the wrist and she could feel the rush of the wind against her face as police sirens went off everywhere. Stella couldn't comprehend what happened until she and Mike were inside the front room.

"...You get anything?" Mike inquired.

"I shot him," Stella whispered as her silver eyes went cold.

"...Well, you got the objective." He shrugged.

"Is this what's supposed to happen?" Stella asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. Either that's what happens or you get what you want without violence, but that's rare."

END OF FLASHBACK

"THEN what?" Caitlin inquired.

"Well, we celebrated," Mike responded.

"...And...?"

"...Shut up..."

"Is there any more?" Natsu asked.

"Not that I want to tell you, no."

"Awww, and it was starting to get good," Megan mumbled.

Mike shrugged as he grinned with an award-winning smile. "I just can't wait to see Stella again tomorrow."

"So what was the point of all of these stories?" Caitlin questioned.

"Well, the objective I was reaching for was that you should know that Stella looks like she was naturally lucky, which indeed, she really wasn't very lucky until I came around. And then she came to be what she is today: Stella, my lovely assistant. And now we will have to face tomorrow like I did then: with overwhelming power..."