Chapter Five. Good God. Well, I'm making more progress than I thought lol, keeping it simple. This time round there is going to be way more Holly/Trouble for the simple reason that I am in love with that pairing :3
Captain Holly Short of the LEP Recon unit had just got off her night shift. She collapsed onto her bed with a sigh, and drifted off into the sweet surrender of sleep. Something buzzed in her pocket. Not opening her eyes, she fumbled around and grabbed the source of her disturbance.
"What is it Foaly?" Holly enquired, whatever the problem was, Foaly was going to have an even bigger one when she got back.
"I'm sorry for your disturbance, Captain," he sniggered, not that sorry, "we have an emergency."
Holly sat up, groping around for a light. "This better be good."
"A hospital in Manhattan has reported there to be three midgets terrorising patients with fire. Guess how many Goblins are missing from a minimum security prison in Dark Grove?"
"Three?" Holly replied, it was too early in the morning for his jokes, so she was blunt. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." She switched off the receiver in her talkie.
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Twenty minutes and several coffees later, Holly was sitting in an uncomfortable poly chair, waiting for the rest of the officers to arrive. She tapped her fingers on the table in front. LEP Commander Root, strode into the conference room, a breadstick where his fungus cigar should have been. Holly spluttered on the coffee she was drinking.
Root shot her an icy glare, "I'm giving up." He stated simply. Holly muttered something under her breath, but he chose to ignore it.
"Okay people, we have a crisis." He stated calmly, the absence of his cigar had made him a lot more composed. He wasn't even red yet, a little pink, but no more than usual. Holly sat up.
A 3D map opened up in the middle of the table, a cit through image of a hospital.
"This is Manhattan Central Hospital, the bit cut through is the emergency ward. That's where our boys are now." He paused to breathe. On the map, four little yellow triangles started to bleep, and three little red dots appeared to be running away from them.
"The yellow is us, the red," Three personnel files opened up along the side of the hospital. "Spike Spear, Firer Flame and Larry Odd. Very inventive names."
Holly put her hand up, Root nodded.
"Why are we here if there are already four officers there?" She asked, swallowing down more coffee. The pneumatic door hissed open, an out of breath Trouble Kelp staggered in.
Root scowled, "Major Kelp, how nice of you to join us," Root said.
Trouble had been promoted to major after an act of extreme bravery. He was on duty at Tara at Halloween, thousands of fairies had flocked there to soak up the colossal full moon, when a Goblin raid had decided to take place. There was fire everywhere, and the brave Trouble Kelp rescued a tour bus of fairies form certain roasting. He was badly scarred on one side of his back, despite his fairy magic, no one could withstand that amount of heat at point blank range. His scar was indisputably cool, it had taken on the form of an angel wing, sweeping across the right shoulder blade to the side of his right hip.
"Sorry," he apologised, "I'm being kept at close range, Calathea was going to make me send a replacement." Calathea being his new girlfriend.
Holly groaned, "I don't know why you bother with her, she keeps you on a lead." She despised any fairy that liked Trouble. Maybe this was because he always went for the good-looking ones with no brains. Or maybe it was because she was jealous, all though Holly was pretty, she wasn't really outstanding. And she liked Trouble. A lot. But would rather eat Dwarf clay than admit it.
"Yeah, but she only wants to help," he said softly, sitting next to Holly.
She rolled her eyes, "whatever."
Root scowled, turning a familiar red, continuing where he left off, "because, Captain, they are on training. Someone," he shot a glare at Foaly in the ops booth, "thought there was one rogue Goblin, not three on a mission."
"And now we have to sort out the Goblins and the kids, great," Holly sighed. She got up from her chair.
"I guess you want us to go stealthily." Root nodded, throwing a black bag of equipment at her.
"Shuttle is ready to go," he stated, "everything that you need is in the bag, Foaly is on comms if you need him." Root began to leave.
"Commander, where are you going?" Holly asked, he turned.
"A certain Dwarf is getting another tribunal today, he broke his probation period... Again." He left, the door hissing behind him.
"We had better go then," Trouble said.