"Oh great, a Trumpeter. What should we do?" Lauren asked in a hushed whisper.
I pulled out a silver cell phone and put it in her hand.
"Call Cat, I'm going to need some serious back up." I said reaching for my gun.
"Wait, I can help too. There's only one."
I looked at her and smiled lightly.
"I wish. There is actually nine. I don't think they would ever go solo on a job like this."
"Nine? Are you sure?"
"One official ring leader, two by his side, two guarding the door and three undercover." I said counting them off my fingers.
"Wow, I didn't know that."
"Believe me. When you spend most of your life chasing these people you learn a lot."
She finally nods to me a small nod. As she starts to call Cat I slipped away and started to look for the Trumpeters. I came to an area where they were mainly standing.
The Ring Leader was a tall built man with jet-black hair and green eyes. A large gun was in his hands and was aimed at the people in the room. Next to him were two girls with similar guns. They were all wearing black cloaks with silver "T" embroidered on the chest near the heart.
Okay, if they were the mains three than the undercover agents must be near by. I looked around the room for the people that stood out. It could be anything from clothes to how they act around the members.
Then I found the little sucker. It was a pudgy man who is kneeing on the ground with his hands up like the others. He looked exactly the same like the others, and it was almost impossible to notice anything difference between them. But I then saw what I was looking for. He was wearing a short black shirt, and when it showed his stomach I could see his gun. Okay, if that is one. Where are the others?
Wait, I think that couple over there is one. They are wearing matching black outfits, a common thing for Trumpeters. Hem. Yeah. I found them, now I just need the forth one.
Oh well. Maybe there was only three this time. I can't seem to find anyone out of the ordinary, and I don't have time to waste. But it just doesn't feel right.
I started to walk slowly up behind the head gunman. Unfortunately I have two left feet, as my fellow clarinets knew. When I was about three feet from one of the female gunman, my foot was caught on the other. I made a silent yelp as I tripped over my feet and smacked into the ground. My gun went flying across the room. I bet Lauren was laughing her head silently off at me.
"Well, well, well." Said a deep and menacing voice above me. "What do we have here?"
I raised my head up and glared at the man above me. He had his gun pointed at my head and the ugliest smirk on his face. The two girls were on either side of him and my gun was across the room. Boy was this an unlucky predicament.
"Trying to play here brat? Get up."
"Make me." I spat at him.
"Fine you little snot head."
He reached down to grab at my hair. I smirked darkly at him. He fell for my trap.
"Idiot." I mumbled.
In one swift movement I was able to grab his wrist in a tight grasp. I gave it a quick twist and there was an ugly snapping noise as the bones broke. He hollered in pain and tried to pull his hand away. I smirked and tighten my grip, making him scream again.
"Weakling. How is it that someone like you is in charge of this mission? The Trumpeters are starting to crumble if this is my opponents now." I said moving my hand to twist his wrist again.
A cold metal barrel touched my head and I loosened my grip. I turned my head slightly to look at the girl.
"Release him or else." She said trying to sound tough.
"Or else what?" I dared. This was fire I was messing with but I did it anyways.
"Or else I blow your head off!"
"Wait don't shot! I know who she is!"
I smirked at this.
"Really? Well who am I?"
"Your that Law Enforcer Cheryl!"
The others gasped.
"The same Cheryl that put some of our best team mates behind bars?"
The two started to whisper excitingly about this capture they had. I guess they must have forgotten about their leader, who I still had in my grasp. I reminded them this by squeezing his wrist again.
"AH!"
"Let him go." A young voice said next to me.
I looked over and saw a teenage boy pointing a small handgun at me. Oh, there's the forth one! He had brown hair and green eyes. A small scar of the letter T was on his left cheek. I let go of the older man's hand and raised my hands.
"You are pathetic." He said disapproving to the two girls and the whimpering man on the ground. "She could have killed you in a moment if you let her."
"Well you saved us so it's okay." One said smiling.
"I can't believe Dan put you in charge, I would be a better leader then you." HE said this with a kick to the older man in the side.
"And you." He said looking down at me. "Stand up and face your fate."
Seeing that this one meant business I got to my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lauren. She smiled and gave me the thumbs up sigh and nudged her head to the door.
"Freeze! This is the Low Winds! Everyone put their hands up now!" A voice suddenly yelled.
The teen jumped in the air and spun towards the door. Standing in the frame was Cat Orecchia, Amanda's close friend and twenty other men on each side of her. They all had their guns pointed out, with her at the teen's head. She was wearing a blue uniform with a golden clarinet crest on her chest. The traditional wear of such people. The teen panicked and raised his hands. The others followed suite.
"What about the others?" I questioned.
"What others?" Cat asked with a smile.
I watched as three other agents came forward with the other undercover agents in cuffs.
"Nice."
"When you chase these people all your life you begin to remember things."
I laughed and helped her cuff the rest of the group. We led them to a black van where the Trumpeters that were guarding the door already sat. The wan pulled away and headed to Amanda's where they were going to be held until their trial.
"What took you so long?" I finally asked.
"I was taking a nap." Cat explained.
"Smooth."
"This is coming from someone who tripped over her two feet and got captured."
"Oh shut up! Wait, how did you know about that?"
"Lauren told me."
"Great...remind me to thank her."
Cat laughed and we headed back into the restaurant. Lauren and the other Low Wind agents were waiting for us. I smiled when Lauren held out my gun. I took it from her hands and put it back into my holster.
"Well I guess this cuts out visit short." Lauren said with a smile.
"Yeah but we better get back to Amanda's. She's going to want an explanation about why nine Trumpeters have just arrived on her door step."
We paid our bill and went back to Laurens limo. Cat said she would meet up with us later after she filled out her report. As we drove back to Amanda's palace Lauren spoke.
"I am curious to see how mad Amanda is going to be."
"You shouldn't. This is going to be scary." I said with a shudder, wondering how much trouble I was in.