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The Final Preparation
Despite being the last one asleep Brick was the first to wake. Whether it was due to the new location, or just the fact he slept very little anyways, he didn't know. He floated to the kitchen and opened the fridge. A scowl on his face grew as he realized the fridge was empty. He grabbed his jacket and headed to the nearby store. He wasn't gonna pick up much, just some basic food stuffs. He grabbed a few boxes of cereal, milk, some eggs and a loaf of bread. The EBT card covered the cost and was soon flying back. He walked up the stairs opened the door and walked back into the silent apartment.
He quickly put the stuff away, and was soon enjoying a bowl of cereal. He turned on the TV and chose to watch some show about three kids trying to scam people for candy money. Soon Butch and Boomer woke up and floated banging lightly against the wall as they made their way to the kitchen. Boomer poured himself a glass of water, And Butch was ecstatic to see the cereal on the counter.
"I can see you all slept well." Brick chuckled at their bed head.
"Yeah, the new bed the mayor got us is comfy." Boomer beamed extending the last word. "What about you?"
"You know he never sleeps. He is always working on that geek stuff of his." Butch cut in, pouring the milk in his bowl. He suddenly felt the sharp pain of a spoon striking the back of his head.
"Leave my education out of this, besides I'm almost done with mine. How many more years ya got Butchie?" Brick smiled at the nickname. Before he could answer Brick continued, "I slept well, just not as long as you two logs. Seriously I find you past out on the floor then another 12 hours later your waking up? Talk about lazy."
"Hey we can't all be the sleepless wonder you are." Boomer shot back, draining his glass.
"Whatever just eat, we got some stuff to figure out." Brick, shaking his head sighed.
"Like what?" Butch said floating to the couch, and began to noisily ingest his cereal.
"How we're gonna topple those three lame-o girls." A smile reformed on Bricks Face.
"You wanna get thrown back in Brick?" Boomer asked, following Butch's lead into the living room cereal in hand.
"Were not gonna get locked back up you ninny," Brick began.
"But that contract said we couldn't attack the girls." Butch interrupted.
"There is more than one way of skinning the cat." Brick tried to resume, but was interrupted by Boomer this time.
"You skin cats?! That's just low." Boomer said nearly choking on his cereal.
"It's just an expression!" Yelled a vexed Brick, He put his hands to the bridge of his nose and growled. "It's too damn early for this level of stupidity. Sheesh. Listen, we're not gonna fight the girls, but we are going to beat 'em. Would you like me to tell you how?"
Both brothers just nodded, They enjoyed teasing their brother since he took everything seriously, and that made them experts at gauging how much patience he had left. "Good. Now we're gonna take the girls down in the best way possible. We are, and really follow me on this one, going to become the new heroes of this city." A look of confusion washed over the green and blue boys faces as they looked at each other.
"Why would we do that? The girls are the heroes?" Butch asked.
"That's why Butchie. We can do anything they can do, but better. I mean come on with your perfect sphere of defense, Boomers energy bat, and my knowledge of warfare we could make mincemeat outta any baddie that shows up."
"Again though, Why?" green eyes squinting at Brick.
"Remember how we took out that monster last week? Remember the looks of disgust the girls had? Well imagine what becoming better heroes than them would do to them." Brick smiled.
"Give them more time to paint their nails?" Boomer guessed.
"They have nails?" Butch responded his attention now shifted to this new conversation topic.
"Not important! Pay attention." Brick angrily huffed at his brothers. "It would destroy them, because they would be, for the first time since their birth without purpose."
"So it's more psychomagical warfare?" Boomer asked.
"Psycho-logical," Brick repeating the second half of the word loudly and slowly, "And yes. They will go mad, lose their path and if they try to fight us for any reason, they would become the new villains. Ya follow me?"
"So what else is in it for us? What, we just stay heroes after our victory? Or do we take over the city and rule with iron fists?" Butch asked with a manic smile fixed on his face.
"We'll see when we get there, but we get to kick some butt, take down the girls, and who knows maybe get more free stuff, I mean we got this apartment from one monster attack who knows where this road could go." Brick said arms folded legs crossed on the couch.
"We could be mercenaries!" Boomer exclaimed. "Like Slade, or Wade, Wilson."
"If we go that route I would rather be more like early red hood." Brick joked with his brothers. "But yeah that's one way we could make money. Imagine how many governments would pay top dollar for three supermen."
"Alright I'm in. We play nice here for a few years," Butch began but this time was interrupted by Brick.
"You two finish your educations." Brick clarified with a smirk.
"Whatever, and finally make our way outta here with government contracts. This all sounds like a lot of fun now." The twitch and manic smile returned to the green brother.
"OK that's two, What about you Boomer you in?" Red eyes slid over to the brother in blue who was focused on the cartoon on the TV.
"Yeah, sure, fine, whatever let me watch this would ya?" A spoonful of cereal entering his mouth as he spoke.
"Alright now we're getting' somewhere." Brick said taking his used dishes to the sink. Gave them a quick rinse and left them in the sink for later. It was Sunday so the prison would be closed off to visitors this day, but he knew he could still go in and get a hold of a phone to make a call.
He went outside, the air warming up more with the fresh spring sun, and lightly flew to the correctional facility merely a block away by the capitol building and the courts. He walked into the sheriffs office and the receptionist immediately greeted the boy. He was an African American man, early 30s, about 6'4" and strong build. His time spent in the military, and the police job, made him keep his hair buzzed low and tight against his scalp. His eyes were soft and green, and he was usually the warmest person in the room, which is one reason of many they made him the receptionist. They figured if criminals were greeted with a smile during booking they may behave better.
"Hey Brick long time no see. Need to make a call to the good doc?"
"Yeah, I gotta let him know about me and the boys new life style, Jerome." He said smiling bumping fists with the man behind the desk.
"What's that exactly?" The man named Jerome was usually friendly to the boy, but still had a job to do, if Brick seemed like a hazard he had to report it as quick as he was able.
"Get this, we wanna be heroes, now." A feeling of relief washed over the back of Jerome's mind as Brick made his declaration.
"I have never seen rehab work as well as it has one you three, good for you little man." He smiled as he dialed the numbers out and handed the phone to the youth.
Brick held it up to his head and listened for the familiar click of a phone answering the ring. With a cough a voice came through the phone. "Hello Dr. Langston. How may I help you."
"Sheesh doc even professional on your days off huh?" Brick teased.
"Brick? Are you in trouble? Why are you calling me this early?"
"It's after nine AM." He defended.
"On a Sunday. Whats so important."
"Listen Doc, me and the boys have thought it over and we want to be heroes now." Brick excitedly told his counselor.
"I'm happy to hear that, what brought on this change?" Brick could hear the familiar sound of someone drinking something over the line.
"Well, the contract says most uses of powers should be for the benefit of the city, and we're itchin to fight. So we decided to use them to save the day instead of being locked back up." He left out the real reason.
"Okay?" He took another sip of his drink over the line, "What do you want from me?"
"Well being the amazingly talented man that I am, I could save the day on my own, but I should have my brothers by my side to show we all have reformed, and they got classes all day during the week."
"They need those classes Brick."
"I know believe me I know some days they just seem to get dumber." Brick started.
"Don't you mean dum-ber" The doctor, placing heavy emphasis on the b, teased him over the line.
"It's been five years since I told you that, and you still won't let it die." Brick hissed playfully over the phone, but was screaming inside. Jerome was snickering to himself, it was after all a common joke between the two. "But back to the point, they will stay in class, but I need them, so how about you throw us a bone and let me pull them from class whenever I need them."
Silence filled the phone for a few seconds. "Hmmmm, alright. But only when something illegal is going on. If I find you're pulling them out of class for ball games or anything like that, the deals done, and you will have to, as you so claimed, save the day by yourself."
"Thanks Doc, you won't regret this."
"I better not, now if you don't mind my coffee is empty and I need more. Have a good day Brick."
"That stuff will kill ya one day." He started but the dial tone had already filled his ears before he could finish. He handed the phone back to Jerome.
"So what's going on?" He asked, hanging the phone back up on the receiver.
"If I come in needing my boys, they are to be released for the time necessary to fight whatever crime is happening." He explained the situation.
"Okay, but between me and you, whats the real reason your doing this?" Jerome was made the receptionist due to his heightened ability to tell when someone was being genuine or not, and something was off about the boy. "Is it something to do with the pretty red bow you keep in your jacket?" A smile crept across his face.
"Even if it does, I ain't telling ya." Brick returned the smirk, "and as long as I'm not breaking the law it doesn't matter why. Does it?"
Jerome sat back in his chair and sighed, "Well, whatever the reason, your right. Just don't do anything dumb." This time it was Jerome putting more emphasis on the letter B.
"Doc gets a pass you don't." His smirk never dropping.
"You wouldn't hurt your pal now would you and ruin your new hero life ?" A cocky smile stayed on Jerome face.
"Pfft, nah your cool." With another fist bump Brick walked out of the building issuing a final farewell as he opened the door outside. He took to the skies, and found enjoyment in another aimless flight. He wasted his time like that for a while playing a game with himself where he would drop over the forest and see how close to the ground he could get before resuming flight, he broke a few trees, but still found himself about 20 Feet of the ground at the lowest. Eventually he got bored and returned home. Boomer and Brick were fighting in the kitchen.
"Why can't I leave you two alone without it leading to a fight." He asked in too good a mood to let it get to him.
"We're only fighting cause we're hungry." Boomer shot back, pulling Butches hair.
"Yeah, and one of us has to get the food!" Butch said pushing Boomer away by the face.
Walking up and slapping them both against the back of the head he spoke, "We have no groceries, we're all fetching the food. Now come on you sissies, lets go." The two brothers rubbed the backs of their heads and followed Brick out the door. The day went on pretty similar for the three boys, they would fight, Brick would end the squabbling and they would start back up. Brick never even seemed to mind until it either got them too much attention, or they bumped into him while fighting. The plan was about to begin, and he was excited. He had permission from the Doc, and all he needed now was the first crime to come by. The lazy Sunday went by without a single crime, not a mugging, bank robber or a terrorist act for control.
The youth didn't mind, he knew it was going to happen soon, and as he fell asleep that Sunday night, acknowledging how comfy his bed actually was, thoughts filled his head. He thought about how soon nobody would suspect he was about to be a better defender than anyone else, and how excited he was to see it ruin Blossom inside out.
A.N. hmmmm I don't know about this chapter, but whatever what about you what do you think? Review, would you kindly.