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Chapter 7: The Training Part IIb – Field

…Are in the darkness as they monitor a bunch of thugs - all four of them quietly behind a pillar with their night vision goggles on, with a blackjack on their hands. The place was dimly lit, and if one wants to see the place clearly, a help from the flashlight should do the trick. But the thugs came prepared because they brought their own flashlight with them.

"Hey Nick," one of the thugs called, "you sure we can pull this heist off?" a jittery man asked worriedly.

"Jeez Vic, enough with the worries already!" Nick said back, sighing. "What's to worry? The alarm and other miscellaneous security systems have been cut off, courtesy of Morrie over there," he pointed at the chubby man smoking in front of the driver's seat of a small truck, "and Earl is loading the loot up into the truck with out any problems at all. So chill out, man."

"Okay… if you say so. I think I'm going to stand over there -" Vic said, pointing at the nearby pillar with his flashlight where the girls were behind it. Fortunately, they didn't saw them, "- so I could see a good view of this warehouse." Bad move.

"Yeah, whatever. Just as long you're doing your part of your job." Nick replied, and walked off to the truck's cockpit. Vic went near to the pillar and shone the whole warehouse with his flashlight. Hopefully Nick was right, he thought. Pulling a heist with this magnitude needed a lot planning before it was carried out, and so far nothing bad happened. They wanted to steal imported priceless ancient Aztec artifacts from there, worth about hundreds of millions of dollars so they would sell it at a much higher price in the black market. Suddenly, he was been hit by something hard on his head from behind, and fell unconscious, but was caught in the nick of time by a mysterious figure before he completely fell down to the ground so that he wouldn't make any noise. The figure then dragged the unconscious Vic into the darkness.

One of the girls stalked forward, carefully placing her steps one by one. She went behind a crate and waited for Earl to come to pick the crate up. Earl came with his flashlights on, searching the crate for any complications to move it. Nothing was there to slow him down. He picked up the crate, still being unnoticed of the girls' presence and put it on the trolley. He turned back to the other crate and whack! Another ruffian feel down unconscious, but this time the girl couldn't caught him in time. He fell down to the floor making a loud thumping sound, and alerted Nick. Quickly he pointed his flashlight to the direction where the noise was made and to his surprise, a young girl – Nadine, completely covered in black clothing with her night vision on. The night vision intensified the light source and blinded the poor girl as she screamed in pain. She quickly pulled the device off from her eyes, threw it on the ground and rubbed her eyes.

Nick quickly got out from the passenger seat, but was kicked by Natalie unexpectedly and thrown into the cockpit again. A scuffle ensues in the small, confined space. Natalie punched Nick on the face, and he screamed. She tried to land another blow, but her fist was caught by Nick, he twisted her arm and pushed her away out from the truck. But she managed to grab the seatbelt, therefore saving her from being thrown out. Morrie rushed inside and joined into the fracas and tried to burn her hand with his cig, but was fended by Natalie with her other hand. The cigarette dropped to the floor. Nick was furious now. With full strength, he violently kicked Natalie out from the truck.

"Aughh!" she screamed in pain after been thrown out. Morrie quickly started the engine on.

"Floor it!!" Nick shouted to Morrie as he closed the door. The wheel at the back of the truck screeched, producing a billowing smoke and they went off. Nadine, after recovering from the temporary blindness, jumped over Natalie, ran out from the door, and tried to chase the escaping truck, as it hit almost everything through the narrow alley. Feeling that she could lose the truck, she took out something from her utility belt and threw it to the truck. The device was stuck on the container's door, beeping a light.

Nadine stopped at her tracks, feeling that the truck was too fast for her to pursue as she panted for air. She felt someone was approaching from her behind. It was Natalie. "That was some quick thinking." She complimented. "Judging the direction where the truck headed and the road they took, I'd say they're heading towards downtown, which coincidentally, where Farrah and Phoebe is being stationed there." She said, and placed her two fingers on her ears to use the communicator.

"Farrah, there's a small blue truck heading your way, and we managed to put a tracking device on the vehicle."

"Which tracking device? The A-101 or the B-102?" Farrah asked her back. Natalie turned her head to Nadine.

"Nadine, which tracking device did you use? The A-101 or the B-102?" she asked.

"Uh… I don't know…" she replied, rubbing her neck, "All I remember it was pink in color –"

"The B-102." Natalie cut her off and informed Farrah.

"Nice choice." Farrah said, and the conversation stopped.

"What's B-102?" Nadine asked curiously.

"It's a tracking device with an EMP (Electro Magnetic Pulse) in it. It will disable every electronic device on the vehicle it mounted on."

"EMP? Wow, you guys thought of everything."

"Hey, they don't call us secret agents for nothing," Natalie said with a smirk.

Nadine smiled back at her, "this job sure beats the hell out of babysitting."

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On a rooftop of a four storey store, Farrah and Phoebe were there surveying the area around them. After she acknowledged the information from Natalie, she turned to Phoebe and said to her, "Alright Phoebe, get ready." as she walked over to Phoebe, who was using a PDA that was given by Farrah a couple of hours ago. Apart from fencing, Phoebe was quite the computer genius, so a PDA was issued to her so she would use it to hack into security systems, to operate LES' spy devices, and to use it to plot paths before venturing further into a difficult mission.

Phoebe was indeed ready, she held the stylus and tap on the screen, waiting for Farrah's instructions. They both could see the truck driving maniacally through the streets, in a very careless manner. Phoebe tapped on 'Applications', 'Wireless Apparatus', 'Tracking Devices' and select 'B-102' as requested by Farrah. The PDA made a chime sound and began searching for any tracking devices planted in the area.

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Searching…

10 percent...

25...

50...

75...

100 percent

Device Found.

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The screen then revealed a street map of the city with a red arrow in the middle of it, indicating the tracking device as it zoomed closer. The map was white in color, black indicates roads, highways and names, while brown signifies railroad, and blue implies a body of water, such as river or a lake. After a few seconds, a small popup window appeared below the map.

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Execute?

YES NO

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"Shall I carry out the assault now?" Phoebe asked her.

"Yes, now." Farrah replied back.

Phoebe then tapped on yes, executing the EMP attack. Electrical bolts came out from tracking device and disabling almost every electrical equipment on the truck, thus making it unable to drive and couldn't be steered. Farrah grinned, and asked the headquarters to call the authorities.

"Uh-oh…" Morrie said in worrisome.

"What? What do you mean, 'uh-oh'?" Nick replied back demandingly.

"I… I lost control of the truck…" Morrie replied disbelievingly as well as in worrisome.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Nick snapped back.

"That's what I said! I-LOST-CONTROL-OF-THE-TRUCK!"

"Ohh…" he replied back nonchalantly. Then Nick snapped back to reality, "THEN HIT THE BRAKES, YOU IDIOT!! You want both of us to get killed?!" he shouted in panic.

"I can't!!" he shouted as he stomped the brakes many times, "the brakes are out!" Suddenly, they heard police sirens coming towards them. There were three cop cars chasing after them.

"This is the po-lice!" one of the cops shouted through the megaphone, "Pull over your vehicle, NOW!" But the truck couldn't stop due to the brake malfunction, forcing The Fuzz to do something drastic, by ramming the truck at the side with their squad car. After a tremendous amount of efforts made by the police, all the vehicles were now in complete halt, stopping near the freeway onramp. All the cops got out from their squad cars. Using their vehicles as shields, they went behind them and pointed their guns at the truck.

"POLICE!! Hands in the air! Do it! Do it now!"

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We surrender!" Nick shouted nervously as he and Morrie got out from the truck.

"Nick Vermicelli…" one of the policeman said, "Why am I not surprised…" and lowered his handgun down. "Search those morons." He said to his squad mates.

"Against the truck, assclowns." One of the officers said as he turned Nick's body around to face the truck.

Back at the rooftop, Phoebe and Farrah was looking at the scene, proud of another job well done. They looked at each other and smirked.

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Rhonda mumbled about something under her breath, venting about her frustration to herself as she watched the streets below. On the last week on the last day of her field training, she was the only one who hadn't seen any action at all. That whole week Rhonda and Elaine only performed their usual patrols, few investigations here and there and some disappointing stakeouts. She was very annoyed that when she heard her friends, especially Helga, bragged about their performance on how they handled crooks and villains they apprehended. She swore that before the end of the field training, she will catch a crook, one way or another. She and Elaine were now doing their usual patrol at the uptown of the city, where crimes were almost frequent during nighttime. As usual for the vigilantes, they surveyed the areas on a rooftop of a three storey building at the ledge.

"Pissed that you haven't seen any action at all, Rhonda?" Elaine asked her good-naturedly.

"Yeah… I hate it when Helga bragged about her 'ass-kicking' experience. So what if she kicked the crap out of those guys? Without Bridget, she's practically nothing." She accused with an irritated tone, as she flicked a pebble away with her finger.

"But your other friends bragged to you too."

"Well yeah… but they don't sound as annoying as Helga."

She sensed that Rhonda wasn't very pleased with Helga, "Hey, if you don't mind I'm asking, are you having some issues with her or something?" she asked.

"Stupid feud started when we were in grade school, I think…" she informed. "Actually I don't even know the exact time when it happened, Elaine. We've hated each other over the years so much to the point I don't even know why I hated her in the first place."

"Wow, that's heavy…" she said with astonishment, "I know this is going to sound very corny, but have you talked to her and tried to straighten things out before?"

"ME?!" she blurted. "Talking with Helga? Oh, please girl. If I were to talk with Helga in a friendly kind of way, it's a definite sign of the apocalypse for sure. Exchanging snide and sarcastic remarks, making degrading insults and producing retorts and ripostes are our way to communicate with each other."

"Heh," she snickered, "I'm surprised you guys haven't bitchslapped each other yet."

"Actually… we did…" she replied sheepishly.

She was taken aback, "Whoa, talk about bitter rivalries…" she chuckled in disbelief, "Well, in this organization, teamwork is the key. And I hope you two will put your differences aside if you two got paired with each other."

"I think there's a slim chance I'm ever to get partnered with her. I'll probably end up with someone that I can trust, like Nadine." Agents are usually paired so that they could perform their duties more efficiently.

"Don't get your hopes up. They usually picked the most mismatched person as your partner so that you guys could know each other better."

"Yeah, right." Rhonda scoffed disbelievingly, "It's going to be one cold day in hell when that's going to happen."

They then focused on their duty, observing the streets, and after a moment, they saw a young woman walking alone down the sidewalk. She should've known better not to walk alone in this neighborhood at this time of hour. Elaine and Rhonda kept a close eye on her, in hoping that nothing bad would happen to her. From the looks of her she was very nervous. She constantly darted her head from left to right and turned back, scanning around the area for any hostilities, and her pacing was quick. As she went pass by an alley, somebody grabbed a hold of her and pulled her in.

"Let's go." Elaine said. "Stay sharp."

The mugger pin her to the wall and placed his knife on her throat, threatening to kill her if she wouldn't do exactly what he said. The poor girl was very frightened, whimpered and started to cry. She was too afraid to even struggle.

"C'mon babe, don't cry…" the mugger tried to sweet talk her, and placed his face close to her and kissed her neck. The girl was totally revolted, but couldn't do anything, "just chill, I just want your money, that's all… hehehe…" he then fumbled around her body in search for a purse, and found it. But then he had another idea, this devilish idea, but was interrupted by…

"Take this, douche bag!!" Elaine shouted. The mugger turned his head to the voice, and saw Elaine coming towards him. Too late, she landed a kick on his face and sent him flying to the ground, sliding to the dumpster behind him. He recovered back, and decided not to stay here any longer. He snatched the purse on the ground and fled away. Rhonda felt that this was the shining moment she's been after. She then chase after him.

"Get him, Rhonda!" Elaine shouted to boost her morale, "Get him and kick his ass!" She then went over to the victim and checked on her.

"You're okay?"

The chase was on the gritty looking narrow alley. Rhonda dodged and jumped over obstacles made by the fleeing mugger, who overturned trashcans, boxes and crates (Oh my!) as he went by them. She felt confident due to all the running she did during the training. The chase continued as they got out from the alley, went across the street and went back into an alley in front of them. The mugger saw a fence in front of him and quickly he jumped on it and climbed to go the other side. Lucky that to the left side of the alley there was a fire exit stairs. Rhonda took her grappling hook out and threw it at the stairs. She then reeled upwards, swung to gain momentum and released. She performed a flip in midair and landed on her feet perfectly and continued to chase the mugger.

Dead End. The mugger couldn't climb the tall brick wall in front of him. He began to panic, as he scanned around for something that would help him to get pass the obstacle. Zilch, nothing. Rhonda stopped at her tracks when she saw him trapped. If he was going to free himself, he had to fight with her first.

"What's a matter, prick? Trapped like a rat?" she taunted with a mocking tone as she walked towards him.

"Don't screw with me, man!!" he shouted back nervously as he cowered back. "I-I have a knife!!" he took his knife out and pointed it at her to threaten.

"Eww… who wants to screw with you?" she said back with repulsion. Ignoring her words, the mugger tried to stab her, but Rhonda evaded his attack. She quickly grabbed his arm, twisting it and made the knife fell down as the mugger screamed in pain. She then locked the arm behind his back with one of her own and put him in a headlock with the other. He was struggling to break free, but Rhonda was much stronger due to her training.

"Holy crap, you got your ass kicked by a girl!!" she mocked him as she smiled. The mugger kept struggling and Rhonda realized that her grip was weakening. She had no option but to kick his crotch to quell the guy down. He stopped resisting abruptly, widening his eyes and moaned in pain. Rhonda released him from her clutches, and he fell weakly to the ground holding his junk in pain. Rhonda was kind of amused by it, and decided to kick his nuts again. She did so, and the guy let out a high-pitched agonizing shriek. She wanted to do it again but out of the blue, someone shouted at her, "that's quite enough!"

She turned back and saw Elaine walking towards her, "Kick him again and he won't be able to have sex again." She said jokingly.

"I thought that was the whole idea." Rhonda replied back with a smirk. "So what are we going to do with this moron now?"

"The authorities have been called, and they're heading this way. Let's get out of here before things get complicated."

And the two girls vanished into the darkness of night.

"There. There's that bastard, officer."

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In the comforts and safety of the headquarters, the girls relaxed themselves in the common room while exchanging stories about their endeavor in the past two weeks. Everybody had their own stories to tell, and non other than Rhonda told her story to them in a very enthusiastic way, since she had her own story to brag now.

"And then there's where I kicked his nuts!" Rhonda told her story excitedly and animatedly to her friends. They laughed wholeheartedly at her story. It even garnered a chuckle from Helga, who generally never liked her stories much and took a sip of water from her plastic cup.

"I find it ironic that their symbol of masculinity is also, coincidentally, their most vulnerable and weakest spot." Phoebe giggled.

"Hehe, at least he won't be able to contaminate the rest of the world with his tainted seeds." Nadine interjected, and they laughed again. Helga took a sip again, emptying the cup. She then went out and headed to the water cooler to refill her cup.

"While we wait for Bridge to prepare for our graduation, let's watch some movie." Rhonda suggested the girls, and they nodded. This was the night they graduate and became a real member of LES, the night they had been waiting for a long time, except for Lila. She was having a second thought about joining it. She was still traumatized from the Frankie G incident. After the cup was filled, Helga took it away, but accidentally bumped onto Linda and spilled the water all over her uniform. Linda was very mad. Neither of them wanted to apologize, due to their ego and all.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?!" she barked at Helga as she wiped her uniform.

"Yeah! About a million things, but I can't express myself monosyllabically enough for you to understand it all!" she replied back sarcastically.

"You know what? That's IT!! I had enough of your crap!! You're pathetic!" she yelled at her as Helga glared at her back. The people behind them paused at what their doing and looked at them, in shock of their quarrel. "Don't think you're becoming an agent and all means you're so goddamn almighty!!"

"Oh, and I suppose you are?!" she retorted back. The whole room gasped, some placed their hand over their mouth, some clenched their teeth in dread, and even Bridget couldn't believe her eyes.

"Well see about that! Half an hour from now, meet me at the martial arts ring at the training facility. We'll settle this score with an old fashioned school playground brawl!" she riposted back and walk away from her to the elevator. Helga continued to glare at her back, as she could listen to somebody whispering behind her.

"Helga, did you just realized what you just did?" Bridget asked nervously at her.

"What? Aside from not taking any crap from her?"

"You just made the aggressive giant more… aggressive…"

Hooray for male bashing!! Even though I'm a guy myself, ha ha. Well, the next chapter is all about Helga Vs. Linda, so don't miss it. Now I'm off to play Sims 2 again! And yeah, please leave a review!