Author's Notes: Took awhile for me to finish this. I just started my first term of college and had to move to a completely different part of the country so XD It's acceptable.
Nonetheless, I will admit to rushing through a good portion of this chapter. I'm ok with that, since I'm really writing this out of pure novelty, not quality. So if there's a number of grammar mistakes or random mis-spellings, my apologies. I didn't really proofread as much as I usually do. I just wanted to get it posted since my ethernet is kind of shaky and I only have a small window in which to post. So yes. Sorry. Same if some things just...don't make a lot of sense. Like the fight scenes. I...kind of didn't care about detailing them, so they're a little dry. But yes.
In any case, here's chappie number two.
"Just who the hell do they think they are?" Loki spat out as he paced the length of the room. The mission's briefing was scheduled to begin 15 minutes prior, and Team Norse was awaiting the prestigious Team Roma—who was late. "We'd get our asses docked if we were late for a damn briefing," he continued to rant, the smoke trailing wistfully behind the end of his cigarette.
"I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for this," Siren said calmly. She looked rather comfortable leaning back in that chair. Oden was against the side wall with his arms tightly folded. He was anxious to meet this Team Roma. Supposedly they were some of the best hunters at the R. O. He'd heard they could take 4 targets a night, depending on location. They were legendary.
Loki didn't like them much.
"I'm gonna gives those bastards a piece a my mind," Loki growled, pointing at Siren. "You just wait."
"Oh would you just calm down?" Siren sighed with exasperation. "It's not that big of a deal, Loki. I'm sure they just…got caught in traffic."
Loki stopped in his tracks and turned his glaring eyes to Siren. "Oh, you're just hysterical."
"I know."
Just then, the door to the office swung open, and a tall brunette man with piercing blue eyes walked through. He stood for a minute, looking over Oden, Loki, and Siren, as though he were studying them.
Oden studied him as well. He looked about Loki's age, give or take a year. He couldn't really get a good idea of the man's structure as it was covered by a long leather trench coat. But Oden deduced from his height and the way his collared shirt hung on him that the man had a serious case of lank. His large hand gripped the handle of a huge, solid metal briefcase, and the shine off his patent leather shoes seemed almost blinding. And when Oden looked up at his eyes, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
This man was beyond intimidating.
Though not to everyone. "It's about damn time," Loki snorted.
"Please forgive my tardiness," the man said. Oden noted the very deep and rich sound of his voice. "My team and I were on a mission and got held up. They'll be here in 3 minutes." He walked over and put his briefcase on the table. "My name is Oracle 20. I am Team Roma's Coordinator."
"Alright, Oracle. Just what the hell were you thinking taking a mission when you knew you had a briefing?" Loki demanded, flopping carelessly into a chair next to Siren. "Seems a little unprofessional if you ask me."
"We had a few complications. And I would prefer if you kept from giving me lectures on professionalism," Oracle snapped back. He turned his gaze to the girl. "Siren," he nodded, no emotion in his voice whatsoever.
Loki did a double take. "You know this guy?"
Siren nodded slowly. "We've met."
Loki scowled.
Oden felt Oracle's cold eyes upon him, so he turned his head to face him. "I'm Oden 14, the new Swordsman," he said nervously. Something about Oracle's gaze just scared him.
"I know," the man answered monotonously. "I'm just surprised to see someone as young as you on a team. Though considering the level it must not be too difficult."
"What?" Loki exclaimed. "Look, you wouldn't be doing a co-op with us if we were just some rookie team, got it? We know damn well what we're doing."
"I didn't say you didn't. But I am having my doubts about you, Loki 5."
Loki didn't take well to that kind of condescension. "Listen, you pompous dirt bag-"
"Anyway!" Siren interrupted, pulling Loki back into his chair as she stood. "Should we wait for your team, Oracle? Or should we begin the briefing?"
"I've already looked over the file. My team's more than capable of looking at it themselves, so I will just conduct the briefing now," Oracle said, opening the case and pulling out a few folders and turning on the room's monitor. He popped a disc into the slot of the DVD player and waited. Soon a picture of a large mansion popped up.
"This is Amitri Manor, home to Monsieur Amitri and his perfect little family. One guess as to what their family hobby is," Oracle said dryly as the photo changed to a short clip of an elderly gentleman shake hands with another man.
"I'm gonna guess it's not leisurely walks through the garden and vegetarianism," Loki scoffed.
"That's one way of looking at it," Oracle rolled his eyes. "From what I've been able to tell so far, the Amitri's will be holding a little fundraiser for a little known charity this Friday at their estate."
"Little known charity?" Oden quirked a brow. "Which would that be?"
"They say it's to help the homeless or some other nonsense, but I am positive that it'll be to fund a little research project that some of my team's more recent targets have been involved in. It's stationed in southern France, so we've been getting closer. ONI insisted that for our next few missions in the area we do co-ops. As much as I resisted, ONI's word is law, so here we are."
"Well. Sorry we're wasting your time," Loki said. "Maybe we should go back to mopping the hallway."
"If I had my way, you would be," Oracle told him smoothly. Once again, Siren had to step in to keep Loki from fulfilling the promise he made earlier.
"What are they planning?" Siren asked quickly. "This project you mentioned. What's it about?"
"Honestly, I am not sure. I haven't been able to get that information yet. From what I can tell it has something to do with a more efficient way to feed. Apparently the vampire race has grown tired of hunting; at least the aristocratic ones have. They'd rather have it served to them in a silver cup," Oracle explained, tossing out the folders. "I've taken the liberty of writing up what each of your tasks will be on this mission."
"What the hell is this?" Loki looked at the folder with great disgust. "You're assigning us tasks? Like a checklist?"
"That's the idea, yes," Oracle nodded.
"Oh, so you're just taking over this operation, huh? And we're just supposed to do whatever you tell us?"
"For God's sakes, Loki-" Siren pleaded.
"No! I'm not gonna sit here and take orders from this guy like this," Loki said sternly. "He walks in fifteen minutes late, acting like we're the ones wasting his time, then hands us a task list like we're rookies. I ain't gonna sit down and take it! You can shove this…this list where the sun don't shine, buddy," Loki tossed the folder back defiantly. That got Oracle's attention.
"I don't know what your problem is, but I suggest you get over it," he growled with the slightest hint of irritation. "My team and I have been working on this lead for months, and I am not about to let anyone screw it up, especially not you. Now either you can stop acting like a bratty child and follow instructions, or I can kick you out of this operation here and now. This is our chance to find out what these bastards are planning, and no slack jawed, gun-toting would be bad-ass is going to mess up what I've been working on."
The room went silent as Oracle's voice echoed off the walls. They stood, staring each other down until Loki just rolled his eyes and coughed. "Whatever. But don't expect me to like it."
"I couldn't care less."
Loki was about to answer, but the door opened before he could. A tall blonde woman sauntered in, a smug grin on her ruby lips. A second glance made Oden notice her amazing figure; sleek and lean, but with plenty of curves. Her long golden curls were pulled back and folded at the back of her head, held in place with an elegant pin. Her dress was a skimpy leather number with a rather low neckline. The hem of the skirt fit snugly around her mid thigh, leaving a couple inches of bare, tanned skin between the skirt and the top of her brown leather boots. The stiletto heels made a soft clicking sound on the concrete floor. Immediately behind her came a much softer, but just as alluring, brunette girl. Her hair was cut in a bob that ended right at her jaw line and curled up around her face. Her bright blue eyes were curiously wide, but not unattractively so. Oden found himself a bit intrigued. Looking down a bit, he noted she wore a brown suede halter vest with a pink cloth one underneath. Her pants were a deep green in a denim material with pockets on the side of her knees. Her boots were large and had thick heels. They were more like combat boots. Oden also caught a glimpse of the leather brace on her right arm that indicated she used a bow and arrow as her weapon.
"Perfect timing," Oracle sighed, pointing at the girls. "These are my hunters; Artemis is our gunner, Venus is the Swordsman."
The blonde smiled slyly, resting her hands on her hips. "Nice to meet you," she said. Her voice was a bit deep, but was very rich and intoxicating. "I'm Venus."
Oden glanced over to his team to see their reactions. Siren seemed fine. She was just smiling politely and introducing herself to the girls. Loki on the other hand looked a bit dazed. Oden didn't blame him.
As soon as Siren finished telling the girls her name, she was about to introduce the rest of her team. But Loki jumped in.
"And this is-"
"Loki!" he jumped up and hurried over to the ladies, gently pushing Siren away. She just blinked then rolled her eyes. "I'm Loki," he repeated as he ran a hand through his ruffled hair. His gold eyes were especially captivated by the blonde. "Pleasure's all mine, ladies."
Venus smirked, but rolled her violet eyes dramatically. Artemis seemed just as blasé about Loki's actions, but she smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Loki," she said. She sounded young to Oden's ears. She suddenly turned to him, hair lightly bouncing as she walked over with hand extended. "And you must be Oden, right?" the brunette smiled.
Oden froze for a moment, a bit stunned. Once he regained his senses, he firmly shook Artemis's hand with a shy smile. "Oh, yeah, I'm Oden!" he stammered, feeling ridiculous. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Loki smirk knowingly. Venus caught the smirk as well and gave a disapproving look to Oracle, who in turn shrugged.
At that point, something became very obvious to Oden.
This would be a mission neither he— nor his team—would soon forget.
Oden still wasn't used to the cackle of the radio in his ear. He figured a multi billion dollar underground society that hunted vampires could invest a little more in communication.
"A-Team—" this referred to Artemis and Oden, "—will enter through the front. Remember, you have to be careful. You're going to be practically rubbing elbows with the targets, and they aren't as dumb as your run-of-the-mill vamps. They'll notice if something's happening in their house. Your job is to make sure they don't," Siren said calmly.
Loki, of course, had to jump in. "Yeah, yeah. They keep the suck-heads busy while Blondie and I sneak in the back and figure out what these freaks are plotting. We went over this a billion fucking times at H. Q!"
A small crackle disrupted his rant. "Blondie! Look, you pompous dirt bag-"
"Both of you, can it," Oracle demanded. Somehow is voice was even more intimidating over the radio. "Your fighting will do nothing but get you noticed, and that's the last thing we want."
"But he's bein-"
"Venus."
"…Fine. Let's just get this done, please?"
"My thoughts exactly," Oracle sighed. "Teams. Move out. Siren and I will turn off the transmission so you won't be detected by their radar. You won't be able to contact us from inside the building, so you'll only have your partner as backup. Once you're outside you can call us, but I don't suggest it. Just get the plans, take out your designated targets and get out. Transmission over." The radio clicked off, leaving Oden a bit nervous.
"Venus and Loki didn't sound too friendly," he mentioned to Artemis. She was in a formal gown; dark green silk with a knee high slit up the left side. Even ducked behind a stone fence, fidgeting with her shoe, Oden's nerves worsened looking at the girl.
"Venus isn't friendly with anyone," Artemis admitted. "It took her forever to warm up to me when I got on the team, and even now she…well. Let's just say we're not the hair braiding friends that people think we are."
"Ah," Oden nodded, looking back to the brightly light mansion before them. Many people had started gathering inside, and more were arriving. It was time to make their move. "Are you ready?"
"Ready as we'll ever be. Before we go, I have to say," she grinned as she stood. "We look just smashing tonight. That tux suits you."
Oden felt his cheeks warm as he stood. "Really? I feel so stuffy…"
"No, really! Just smashing," she said again, stepping out from behind the wall. "Let's go crash a party, Oden."
"Would you PLEASE back off!" Venus sighed in utter disgust.
"What? We're hanging off a goddamn roof. There's no where to back off to," Loki argued, gripping his rope tighter. "There's only one way to go from here, and that's DOWN."
"Well, you could've put your stake a little farther from mine," she answered dully, pulling on her harness to lower herself in front of a window.
"If I did that, I would be swinging into a wall," Loki said. He was getting annoyed with this chick. She may have been a total hottie, but five minutes after meeting her Loki knew this girl was trouble. She was aloof and rude; condescending and overbearing. "Just get the window open and we can split up from there."
"No, we can't," Venus said, opening a leather bag from her belt and picking the window's locks. "We can't use the radio, so if you get in trouble, you can't just call me for back up."
"If I get in trouble?" Loki practically choked on the words. "What about you?"
"That's not an issue."
"Well aren't you just so fucking confident?" Loki said. "I've been doing this for years, and I've never been in a situation I couldn't…talk my way out of," he said, patting the straps across his chest the held the shotguns on his back. The pistol at his hip pushed against his thigh thanks to the harness.
Her exasperated sigh didn't go unnoticed. He was seriously growing tired of this chick. But before he could answer her, the lock cracked and Venus quietly opened up the window. She agilely slipped through it into the window frame, careful not to make a sound. She signaled for Loki to follow, but he was less stealthy than she was. His thick boots made thuds as he set foot inside, and continued as he got out of the way of the window.
Venus twitched a bit at the sound, fearing they would be heard. "Do you have to be so loud all the time?" she hissed under her breath. "Those damn shoes are going to get us killed!"
Loki simply rolled his eyes and shifted his weight to his right leg. "I ain't worried," he whispered, folding his arms. He could just follow her movements through the room thanks to the light of the moon flowing through the windows. If it weren't for that, the way she fluttered against the wall quickly and silently would have completely eluded him. Frantically, he followed suit, making sure his footwear wasn't too loud. Once on the carpet he was as silent as she.
She opened the door of the room which led them both into a long corridor, decorated in crushed velvet curtains. The rich crimson of the fabric bore a great contrast to the creamy white of the walls and the ivory of the columns. Seemingly priceless works of art adorned the walls between the columns. All in all it was an impressive display, if a bit trite for the wealthy aristocrats.
"Not exactly original decorators are they?" Venus scoffed. She expected her 'partner' to agree, but found herself answered with silence. A glance over her shoulder showed her that Loki was almost in awe of the place.
"Damn," he whispered, entranced by his surroundings. "Would ya look at this place! It's like we walked into a damn movie!"
Venus gawked at the man, who looked around with the wide eyes of a curious child. Was he actually impressed by this?
After another moment of awe, a loud clank echoed through the hall, as though a door had opened a carelessly been allowed to slam shut. Loki's gaping jaw tightened into a slight smirk as his hand rested on the shotgun at his hip. "Well, let's get to work, Blondie. I'd like to get home at a decent hour tonight." He took off down the hall until he reached the end. There he looked around a corner, and held up three fingers in her direction indicating a trio of bogies in their path. He nodded for Venus to come with him.
She blinked for a moment, then let her own smirk cross her lips. They still had to be quiet, which meant at this point Loki's shotguns were out of the question. She'd have to take on the group. Silently, she hurried up to him, exchanged a grin and went to work.
The ballroom was brightly lit and ornate, with vines scaling the powder blue walls. Oden had paused when they entered the room, and Artemis had to nudge him with her elbow to remind him of their role. Right. Blend in and make sure everyone stays preoccupied with the party. They chatted with some of the party guests. Oden found himself often bored to tears with the banter, yawning occasionally despite himself. Artemis, on the other hand, fit right in. Her bright blue eyes lit up even more as she laughed demurely at the bad jokes, and during the dance she shared with a slightly older gentleman, Oden couldn't help but see how her luminous brunette hair floated just above her shoulders. Serious as he was about this mission, he was hypnotized by this girl; this light angel that danced across the floor.
That combined with the fondness that the other, less appealing girls that seemed to fancy him left him uncomfortable and downright exhausted with the situation.
The dance ended, and Artemis nodded politely to her dance partner with a light smile. As she turned from him, her eyes went from bright to dull and somewhat annoyed. She swiftly moved through the circle of girls around Oden and pulled him off to the side.
"The next time someone asks me to dance, I'm going to throw pâté in their face," she said.
Oden blinked widely, hardly expecting such a statement. "What happened?" he asked.
"That guy was bit to hands on, if you get my grip," she stated blandly, hugging herself lightly. Oden had been so focused on her movements he hadn't even noticed the roaming fingers of her partner. "He's Monsieur Amitri's eldest son," she told him, fingering the rim of her champagne glass. "He reeks of blood. He might even have fed before the party; the scent was so strong on his breath."
Oden looked back to see this gluttonous vampire, but he'd already disappeared from their view. He was about to get up and look, but Artemis held him back.
"We don't need to worry about him," she shook her head slightly. "Even if he did get back to where Loki and Venus are, he's no match for them. The guy's completely oblivious."
Oden reluctantly sat back with her. "How long's it been since we lost radio contact?" he asked.
"About an hour, I'd say. Maybe an hour and a half," Artemis answered. "I'd say we should stick around for 2 more hours, just to give them time. The limit was 3 hours for them, but if things get messy for them it might take longer to find out what the vamps are planning."
Oden nodded knowingly. If Loki and Venus were discovered, it might take hours for them to fulfill their objectives. And there was no way of knowing since radio contact was cut off. Gut instinct was all they had.
Oden's instinct was telling him something was about to go horribly wrong tonight.
Loki broke the lock in the dark and opened the large mahogany doors and peered inside the room. It was no where near as homey as the rest of the mansion; cold sheets of metal glittered as the walls, floor, and ceiling. The steel tables were covered in scattered papers and files with random cabinets along the walls.
"Jackpot," Loki grinned, casually walking inside. He no longer cared about the vibrating buzz the metal floor made as he stepped through. He huddled over the tables and looked at the writing. Of course, it was all in French and to Loki it was all chicken-scratch. "You don't happen to know French, do ya, Blondie?" he glanced back when he heard the click of her heels against the floor.
She glared at him, her violet eyes practically ablaze. "If you don't stop with the Blondie comment, I swear I'll slice you up so bad your own mother wouldn't be able to recognize you." Loki knew that was not just an idle threat. He'd seen her cut through every enemy she faced; always smooth, always clean. Those dhampir blades were perfect for her style, and he knew getting on her bad side would not work out well for him in the end. "And yes. Of course I speak French," Venus nodded with a smug grin.
She sauntered beside him up to the table, glancing over the papers and carefully flipping through. "Seems like they're creating blood farms or something," she said distantly.
Loki blinked. "What do you mean farm? That's not shit you just grow."
She didn't even bother reacting to that. Not looking up from the notes, Venus explained. "It's like harvesting. Looks like they're planning to pick up homeless off the street, put them under a chemical-induced coma and drain the blood. Then they store it and sell it to the highest bidder." She cringed a bit. This was a downright disturbing thought. It was almost worse than killing their prey in an alley and letting them turn.
"…Now that's just fucked up," Loki blatantly snorted. "What's the point in that?"
"More blood. Even if someone is brain dead they still can create more blood," she said calmly, eyes focused on the papers.
"…So it's like getting more bang for your buck, huh?" Loki said thoughtfully. "Fucking sick."
"Couldn't say it better myself," she shivered.
Loki couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something in this room just felt wrong. It was dangerous here. Maybe it was just the knowledge of what the richer suck-heads were plotting, maybe it was the cold, lifeless decoration of this creepy laboratory; he didn't know, but Loki didn't like this room. He looked around critically while Venus researched through the stacks. He wandered aimlessly trying to ease the tension in his shoulders.
Up on the ceiling, he heard a small click and a hiss. He turned quickly, and knew exactly why he felt so nervous. The vampire hissed again, and leaped down from the rafters.
He was after Venus, and she didn't have time to turn.
"Venus, head down!" he screamed, snapping his shotgun out from the harness and firing when the creature was inches from her skull. The bullet tore through the thing's skull, blasting away half his face and brain. The corpse was dust before it even hit the floor, but the echoing gunshot could still be heard reverberating off the walls. Considering the acoustics of this place, their cover was gone. No need to play it quiet anymore.
It was faint, but clear enough that the whole room heard the shot over the dull music. Chaos began to ensue as a hoard of screaming innocents flooded the door, fearing for their lives. Oden glanced at Artemis who nodded. They knew that shot was from Loki's special shotgun. Slipping back from the crowd, they ran up the stairs and looked for the source. By now several security guards were racing to the same spot, but Oden took care of them, using the silver tipped shurikans he and Siren developed for this mission. The rich scent of blood filled his nose as he saw one lunge for Artemis out of the corner of his eye. Before he could react she opened up the slit of her dress, revealing a small band and compartment on her mid thigh. She pulled a very thin sting from it and leaped around her victim's back, strangling him with the wire. Slowly, the vampire's neck became dust and his head fell to the ground, his body following when Artemis released it. It dissipated very slowly, and Oden knew that had to be hell to a vamp.
Once that group was taken care of, Oden looked back to his partner curiously. "What did you use on that guy?" he asked, looking at the pile of dust and bones on the tile.
She grinned. "It's like piano wire, but it's been dusted with silver powder. Siren gave it to me, just in case."
Oden marveled. Innovative, he thought.
He heard blasts from down the hall. Obviously more of Loki's ammo had just been used. They followed the sound, finding very little opposition on the way. They found Loki and Venus running towards them, and they seemed a little shaken.
"What happened?" Oden asked noting they were now alone, save for the group of security that could be heard all throughout the mansion.
Venus growled out of pure frustration. "Mr. Itchy-Trigger-Finger blew our cover," she snapped, sending Loki a glare that made Oden cringe.
"Hey, I'm pretty sure I just saved your ass back there," he replied. A door down the hall opened, and two guards entered. Loki apathetically rolled his eyes and snapped up his guns again, pulling both triggers at once. No more security. "I think a THANK YOU is in order," he said, going back to the argument like nothing happened.
Artemis wasn't interested in their little spat. She looked at Venus and asked if they found out what this secret plan was.
Loki shook his head in visibly shivered. "You don't wanna know, sister," he said, glancing around the group. "Let's just get the fuck out of here."
They all took off, following Loki and Venus to the room where they had entered. They came across several small groups along the way, but none posed a threat to them. Oden even found himself smiling when the guy that Artemis danced with was standing before him, still styled in his tux and slicked hair. Oden got him right between the eyes with another shurikans, but used another between the legs. Just for good measure.
They grappled up the ropes to the roof, Venus and Artemis first, Loki and Oden right behind. A couple tried to follow suit, but Loki blasted the ropes from their braces, sending their pursuers plunging a number of stories to the rocky ground. They leaped down to the lower rooftops, like they were stairs until they hit the ground, where they tore through the surrounding trees and forest, but did so silently. Soon they were completely out of range of the mansion, still able to hear the frantic screams of the fleeing partygoers.
"Way to go, Captain Dumbass!" Venus huffed, practically punched Loki in the face. "You almost got us killed in there!"
Loki hesitantly grimaced. He was definitely holding back some sort of violence. "One," he said calmly through gritted teeth, "Captain Dumbass? What the fuck?" Loki exclaimed, letting go of his composure. "Two, if I hadn't done something, you'd be just another link in the fucking food-chain, baby! So just shut up! We got out and got what we came for!"
"That's not the point!" she screamed back, obviously not liking his tone. "This wasn't a hit! You shouldn't have even brought those canons of yours!"
"Hey, if I didn't bring these canons you'd be a midnight snack for some suck-head, girlie!" he argued, refusing to back down. Oden could just see the heated sparks between them.
Luckily Artemis stepped in. "We need to contact HQ," she said.
Before any of them could, the radio cackled in Oden's ear. Someone screamed, but he couldn't hear the words. He looked at the rest of the team. They'd definitely heard it, too.
The radio crackled once more, but then he made out the voice of Oracle. It was stern and even, but had a definite sense of urgency. "Do you read me? Team A? B? For God's sakes answer me!"
"We read you, Oracle. What's wrong?" Venus answered first.
"Oh thank God," Siren sighed. "Listen. You have to get out of that house NOW!" she said frantically.
"What?" Loki asked. "My radio's fuzzy."
"Get out of that mansion RIGHT NOW," Oracle said. "It's going to-"
Before he could finish the sentence, all four heard a thundering explosion from Amitri Manor. A gust of hot wind blew through the forest as they all hit the ground, Loki and Oden instinctively huddled over Venus and Artemis. They were far enough away that they weren't in immediate danger but the debris still came pretty close to them. After a few moments, they looked up and saw the towering flames consuming the mansion.
The radio made more noises in Oden's ear. "I repeat, the mansion is going to-"
"Explode," Loki cut him off, hypnotized by the flames.
"Is everyone all right?" Oden asked, checking out his team. There were a few scratches, but those were most likely caused by the fall to the ground.
"I think so," Artemis answered, a bit stunned.
"Everyone's safe?" Siren said over the bad connection.
"Yeah, we're fine," Oden said, shaken himself. "What happened?"
Silence from the radio was his only response.
"Hello?"
"Whatever you do, don't go back to H. Q.," Oracle said sternly. "I'm going to give you an address. All of you are to come here immediately. Do not talk to ANYONE. Just come straight here." He rattled off an address that was at least an hour's walk away. "Siren and I will be waiting."
"Wait a god-damn minute," Loki said. "What the fuck just happened here?"
"We…can't tell you over the radio. It's not safe. We'll explain it when you get here. Just stay calm," Siren said.
"The fuck I will!" Loki yelled. "Dammit, Siren we almost turned into CHARCOAL here! I want a god-damn answer!"
"Look," Oracle's voice boomed, slightly frantic. "Just shut up and get here. The longer we're on the radio the more danger we're all in. Just get here and do it fast." The radio clicked, and Oden knew they'd turned off the transmitter.
"DAMMIT!" Loki cursed, stomping his foot. "What the fuck is going on here!"
"I guess we'll find out," Oden shrugged, and started for the road. He heard the rest of the team follow him.
"This is bullshit," Loki muttered. "Complete bullshit. We could've gone up in smoke just then.
Venus snorted a bit. "Looks like your trigger happy tendency saved our butts, Loki."
"I only meant for it to save your butt," he muttered. "Not save us from a god-damn bomb."
"…Don't talk about my butt."
Author's Notes: So yes. I finally got to the point where I wanted to end this chapter. It took FOREVER to get there, but yes.
I don't think the next chapter will be as long, but I haven't really planned it yet, so who's to say. Until then.