Yo, here it is! CHAPTER 6! Enjoy Gen!

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Probably…yes definitely.

Just as the officer takes me out, Ranger steps in front of me and I bump into him.

He doesn't excuse himself and I am pretty sure he did it on purpose.

"Pervert." I mutter and he, just a quirk of his lips, smiles.

"Miss Black, would you accept to work for me?" He asks bluntly.

I eye the police man holding firmly onto my arm and look back at the oh-god-hottie in front of me.

"Depends."

Again he quirks his lips, bubble-gum guy behind him. What was his name? Tank?

"If you do you won't go to jail."

I pretend to think it over but my mind was made up even before he'd asked.

"Sure thing dude." The officer holding my arm glares at me and I glare back, triumphantly.

A few days later, having successfully avoided all the disgusting perverted women in jail, Ranger comes to pick me up and I never thought he'd look so angelic next to the jailees.

"You have never been so wanted, man." I tell him truthfully, running out of my cell and positioning myself next to him.

He grins and I stop myself from blushing, the meaning of my phrase only coming to my brain now. Stupid mouth!

He leads me out, one hand on the small of my back into a black SUV where possibly-tank-sure-bubble-gum-guy and a few other guys are waiting.

"Tank, Lester, Bobby. You met Tank already."

I nod. "Bubble-gum guy."

The two others nod, Tank glares and Ranger hides a smile.

Ranger hands me my stuff and I desperately look through them, coming out victorious with a packet of fruity flavored gums.

I pop one in my mouth and chew lazily, never having been so happy to see the sun and sky.

Amazing what you miss when you don't know about it hunh? (This is a joke you losers)

"So. What's your real name?" Bobby asks.

I look at him, thoughtful. I could give them one of my identities, Sam would pick them up if they reached my true name anyway.

STOP! Ok, let me explain. Sam is a world-known-PC-kicking hacker and he also happens to be my best and only friend who knows about my 'powers'.

I contact him every month, making small talk and stuff like that. We are two of a kind he and I. Both wanted by the law in a way or other.

"Charlie. Charlie Moonbeam." I answer, smiling for the first time in days.

"Charlie? Nice name." Bobby comments and I thank him politely, even if it is unnatural to me.

We soon arrive in front of a big building with a red neon sign, painted recently and Rangeman written on it.

The whole place reeks of well cut suits and trimmed hair.

"You don't live in there do you?" I ask meaningfully.

They stare at me. "Oh god. I've just been employed by robots."

"Wait until you see our diet." Bobby smirks and I look at him in horror.

We walk to an elevator and crowd in.

"So. Are you guys going to pull something like 'let's put it on, the last suit you'll ever wear.' Stuff on me?" I ask curiously, looking at their hot outfits.

And toned muscles…and bloody good looks…and and and. Stop dreaming shorty.

They don't answer, only looking at each other, their eyes amused.

"I should have bought a parrot. Even a bird talks more than you." I mutter, going out as the doors open and bumping, again, against someone.

Yow…just as good looking as the boys behind me but this one has skin even darker and is slightly taller than Ranger, almost as tall as Tank.

Holy mama. Hold your pants ladies.

"S'cuze me." I groan, getting up and trying not to blush as disturbing images flash in my mind.

"It's alright."

I look at him a bit before going around him and walking on.

"You guys coming?" I ask, looking over my shoulder.

Tank grins and comes up behind me, showing me around while the others stay with the other guy.

"This is a neat place. You sure you don't have secret alien landings or something?" I ask him as he opens the door to the conference room for me, a gesture I never experienced before until today.

He laughs out loud, a nice sound. He mustn't laugh often because all the men in the room turn to him in surprise.

Tank makes me sit in between Bobby and Lester while he goes to sit next to Ranger.

"How did you like the tour?" Bobby whispers.

"It was fine but I didn't find anything telling me you were harboring weird fictional characters." I look around a bit, finding a few men staring at me curiously then continue in a low tone. "Nor did I find the place where I find guys like you growing one trees so I could pluck one and run away with him, somewhere in one of your faraway galaxies. Like in Star Gate SG1."

Bobby laughs silently and Lester leans forward. "You watch Star Gate?"

We fall into a silent discussion of the characters and the story.

"No! I'm telling you, the idiot can't figure out Carter likes him!" I tell Lester with fake annoyance as he had been insisting, I am sure just to annoy me that O'Neil was in fact in love with an alien of some distant planet.

"Now. I would like to introduce the new recruit, Charlie Moonbeam."

I look up, startled to see Ranger just over us and glaring at us.

"Repeat a single word I just said in this entire meeting."

I look around and see all the men staring at Bobby, Lester and me.

"Uh…secret undercover mission has to be done without the cops knowing about it?"

I ask hopefully, repeating a line from a movie.

Bobby smiles and indicates he knows the movie but Ranger remains stone faced.

"Did you know that your, here employee, thinks O'Neil is in love with some poor, gay sap and alien on top of it?" I ask, indignant.

Ranger sights, defeated and looks upwards, as if asking 'What did I do to the world?'

Quite a few men chuckle and I look at Ranger with puppy dog eyes.

He walks back to his seat, shaking his head, exasperated.

"By the way, Charlie, you will be the private body-guard of my two nephews." He tells me evilly.

I look at him with shock evident on my face. No easy feat for someone who has been trained since like forever to hide my emotions.

"WHAT!" I cry angrily, making all the men jump, startled expect Ranger, Tank, Lester and Bobby.

"You want me to BABYSIT! WTF do I look like? A bloody nanny?" I yell, glaring at them all.

Ranger points to the two men I had noticed looked exactly alike.

"They are the world's richest and most powerful men." Ranger goes on, ignoring my outburst.

"Who gives a…" Bobby puts his hand on my arm and I glare at him.

He blinks and looks at my eyes closely.

Woops, when I get angry or frustrated my eyes turn to the navy blue they always are when I 'transform'.

I calm myself and send a glare at Ranger that says "I'll get you for it" then sit down.

"Now that this is taken care of, let us begin."

And so they rattle on, Bobby and Lester too occupied to listen to talk with me so I end up falling asleep in the chair.

A hand jerks me awake and I curse in half a dozen languages.

"What now?" I ask moodily, burrowing my head into my jacket like a bird.

"Get up, the meeting's finished." Lester smirks, shaking me again.

"Then let me sleep." I groan, slapping his hand away.

"Miss Black, why did you tell us your real name was Charlie Moonbeam when it was not?" Ranger asks.

My eyes fly open and I look at him steadily.

"Pardon me?" I ask, the words strange and foreign in my mouth, I'm not used to speaking so well.

"By the way, your friend, Sam is a really good hacker."

I pale considerably. Sam, my poor, friend, gay unfortunately, is wanted all over the world for various……misdemeanors…well you get the picture. Anyway when I find him I'll strangle him! Grrr!

"Where did you hear that? Who's Sam?" I ask, laughing embarrassed.

A girl comes in at that moment, carrying a tray of biscuits and presents it to us.

I look at her, incredulous. What the hell is SHE doing here? I mean isn't this supposed to be a secret meeting?

Ranger doesn't seem to notice her and neither do the boys so I ignore her and try to come up with a very good lie that won't make me get thrashed. Or…perhaps…other…NO! Shut up libido!

Ranger smirks, as if trying to intimidate me. HA! Looser.

Actually…like he knows everything already…to the last disgusting thought I ever…well…thought.

"Um…I'm hungry." I say, trying to change the subject.

"Why didn't you take a biscuit then?" He jokes.

I groan and look down.

"Let's lock her up until she's ready to tell us the truth."

Two heavily muscled men who certainly weren't there last time I looked grab me from behind.

"Whoah boy! I know I'm irresistible but come on!"

Geroffgeroffgeroff!

Ranger smirks again and we leave the room, the two men dragging me. Literally! I don't go down without a fight…or a drag for that matter.

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They go out, my two best men dragging the Black Cat.

I linger, a small smile playing on my lips. She sure as hell earned her name. It could have been Hell Cat.

She is a terrible liar and even worse at changing subjects!

I chuckle slightly at the thought and reach for the cookies on the table…hold on…WTF!

COOKIES IN A PRIVATE MEETING!

I specifically said no refreshments today…so who was that?

I race to the kitchen, berating myself, ME, THE guy always aware of his surroundings!

I mean come on! I haven't let anyone pull one over me since……well a very long time.

He must be a professional!

"Who offered refreshments on the fifth floor today?" I bark, making the cook jump.

"The only refreshments there were today was for the third floor meeting." The cook says, puzzled and nervous.

Maybe I should control my anger towards…maybe.

"Third floor does NOT have a meeting today." I say through clenched teeth.

Whoever it was must have been hired to spy on the meeting….but wait! The refreshments only came in after the meeting was over……SHIT!

I rush towards my prisoner.

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The door bangs shut behind me and I slide down onto the floor.

Now what?...

The room is quite well furnished, the walls a creamy beige and…a…bed…double…help…OO.

I rush to the door and frantically search for a lock. None. Humph.

I faintly hear voices and stick my ear to the door.

"Ranger wants to see The Kitty." Says a feminine voice.

What? Already? But I only just got here….wait a minute…KITTY!

There is only one person who can call me that without getting a red-hot poker shoved up her…behind. (Um…PG audience. Right. Idiots!)

A stiff middle aged lady with an ugly birthmark on her left cheek comes in and roughly pulls me along.

"C'mon Kitty."

"oh god…I'm gonna die…" I whine.

The guard, mistaking the person to which I am saying this, grins evilly.

"Oh you're not going to die, sweetheart…" She replies with a small smirk as we walk pass the door warden who looks at us suspiciously.

"Moron." The woman mutters as we turn the corner and pulls me into the woman's bathroom then into a cubicle.

"Huh?" I ask, a bit disoriented.

She locks the door and I stare at her, one eyebrow raised.

"Boo."

I blink. "NO WAY!" I almost yell, Flicky hurriedly clamping my mouth shut.

"How did you get here?" I whisper excitedly.

"I'm hurt." She says, rooting through her water proof bag which had been concealed in the toilet.

"Ewww."

She grins at me.

"Hold still."

She begins to apply make-up and I dutifully put on the clothes she hands me.

Once she's done, she strips off her own disguise and wipes off her fake birthmark before applying a HUGE wart on her chin.

Flicky usually known as Shadow, is a really good at disguising herself and she is also VERY eccentric.

I have known her since we were16 and she never mentioned or wanted to talk about where she came from.

"How did you know I was here?" I ask curiously.

"I followed you from New York to here."

"And you don't think I can take care of myself?" I demand crossly.

"Sure. But not with Ranger."

"YOU KNOW RA—!" I practically scream as she claps her hand over my mouth.

"Shh! Yes, I know him." But she doesn't elaborate. She studies my face thoughtfully.

"I am SO gonna do Spanish Inquisition when we are out of here." I mutter crossly.

"Later. Now we have to leave. We don't have much time." She pulls me out of the ladies room and we begin to walk down the hall, far too slowly for my liking.

"Can't we hurry it up?" I mutter, still annoyed at her for not telling me all her dirty little secrets.

"If we do we'll get caught. But its your call." She shrugs.

I groan and almost trip and fall when Ranger bursts into our view, looking positively murderous. he have discovered Flicky? I wonder…

Ranger storms passed us and I sight in relief.

Flicky sends me a warning glance but it's too late. Ranger's footsteps have stopped.

"Remember when I told you the third rule was never run?" Flicky says, trying to joke.

"RUN!"

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Hinhinhin! Finally 'inserted' Flicky!YIPEEE! Saaaaaaaaaad

Anyway Gen, I left it just as we both wrote ur character, hope its OK.

Kiss