A/N: Heyo.
Anyway, I'm not gonna bore you, I'll see you…AT THE BOTTOM!
As the Klansman ran at Lincoln, the white haired 15-year-old did a Flying Knee strike to the Klansman's chin and he fell backward onto his ass, and even clenched his jaw. "So, the little white cum covered hair fucker can fight. Okay, let's see you fight this!" The Klansman said as he pulled a USP-45 on Lincoln. Now, the man was an inch taller than Lincoln, so the 15-year-old could easily reach his head without even trying. Lincoln placed his arms around the back of the man's neck and drove his knee into his gut, super hard and fast.
The Klansman gasped for breath and did the unthinkable and pulled the trigger, without Lincoln knowing. After the shot, Lincoln held his eyes closed and then opened them to feel around for a bullet wound, but only his signature tuft of hair that always fluffed up, fell to the floor. Lincoln was glad he wasn't shot, but he was very angry that the Klansman tried to kill him.
Since the Klansman was already on his knees, Lincoln threw a Superman Elbow Strike to the Klansman's nose and knocked him onto his back, making him clench his nose. "Becky! Call the cops! Tell them it's a Klansman!" Lincoln yelled as he sat on the man's chest and punched the man across the face a couple times until he was unconscious.
Becky called the cops and told them to come and take the Klansman away and to even get a search warrant on the neighboring apartment next to hers. Lincoln finished giving his statement to the cops, then they were off to Central Booking.
Lincoln shut the door and locked it, before turning around and giving Becky a seductive smile. He walked over to her and reached his hands around to get a handful of her ass. "You okay?" He asked as he smiled at her. She playfully punched him in the arm, not hard.
The 15-year-old then decided it was time to come out to Becky; he needed to tell her he was Bisexual, and proud of it to the core too!
"I actually have to tell you something. Let's grab some food and sit down." Lincoln said as they both grabbed a seat at the dinner table while she made some ham, turkey and cheese sandwiches for him and her.
"Now, what did you need to tell me, little man?" Becky asked as she took a bite of her sandwich. Lincoln blushed deep red, but he knew Becky loved him like he was her little brother and he loved her as another older, but cooler and understanding sister, so he could trust her.
"First of all, I'm the same height as you. Second…I'm into chicks and dudes now." Lincoln said as he blushed more and took a bite of his food. Becky stared with wide eyes at her friend smiled and put her hand onto his.
"Lincoln, sweetie, it's okay to like chicks and guys. It's normal, besides…I'm also Bisexual. Besides, I haven't even had my cherry popped yet, so I'm still a virgin." Becky said as she took a sip of juice. Lincoln was surprised to hear that Becky was the same sexuality as Lincoln.
"I didn't expect you to like chicks too. That's sweet." Lincoln said as he played footsies with Becky's feet; the two giggled and ate their lunch peacefully before Lincoln had come clean about him dating Arthur.
"There's one more thing as well, I've been dating my ex-bully since last July. He is such a cute guy, and he is my soulmate. His name's Arthur Taggart, and he's such a nice guy as well." Lincoln said as he showed a picture of him and Arthur to Becky.
"Oh, you two are cute together. I wish the best of luck to you two. Have you two…you know…given each other oral?" Becky asked with her cheeks turning pink as Lincoln almost choked on his food. "Yes, we gave oral to each other. And I never knew having his own member inside my mouth could've felt so weird, but in a good way, of course." Lincoln said as he put his hand under his chin, going into La-La land.
"Well, are you planning on spending the night, because I kinda wanted some company." Becky said as Lincoln perked up and smiled. "Well, I don't have my clothes. Do you mind giving me a lift back to my place, so I can pick up some clean clothes?" Lincoln asked as he rubbed Becky's foot softly. "Yeah, sure. Just let me get me get my shoes on." Becky said as she kissed Lincoln on the cheek and went to get her shoes on while Lincoln was happy. He waited for the 21-year-old redhead by the front door and when she came out, he was surprised. Becky was wearing a red henley, black pants and slip on white shoes.
"You look good." Lincoln said as Becky smiled back at him.
So, why don't we go get your guitar and we come back here to hang out. Okay?" Becky asked as they went on their way.
On the way to Toll's house, Lincoln was explaining the jobs that he did last time he talked to her. She was surprised to hear that Lincoln was working alongside Interpol. After Lincoln grabbed his stuff from Toll's house, they went back and had a fun night of good dinner, movies and the two even slept in Becky's bed together.
2 Weeks Later
It was Monday, the 15th of June, 2019 and Lincoln was with Lee at the gym working out when they decided to hit the sauna. Lee knew Lincoln was 1 inch shorter than him and he was proud of Lincoln keeping his body in shape too. As they walked in the hot room with nothing, but towels wrapped around them, Lincoln knew being in a sauna with Lee was okay, because they were both guys. If their towels didn't fall down, they were okay. Lincoln and Lee sat on the bench and the steam began to rise.
Sweat began to form on the two Expendables. "So, what jobs do you think we have next?" Lincoln whispered to the Brit as Lee shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows. I heard you were working in France around the end of August with Ines. Wanna explain what they wanted you to do?" Lee replied with his own whisper as he crossed his arms.
"Interpol needed me to take out this weapons and drug dealer in France. So, I took a sniper in a sniper's nest you taught me to make out of tables and took the shot. Then, we went back to Interpol the next day. I'm interested into doing more work for them, just for the money and to be a helping hand." Lincoln said as he put his hands on top of his head and sighed.
"I even got a call for another job in Belgium. So, I gotta call Bonaparte when I get back." Lincoln whispered to the Brit as they kept quiet while other guys passed by the sauna.
"Well, if you feel like working for Bonparte on the side is your calling card, then go ahead. I mean, as Second in Command of the Expendables, it's your call." Lee whispered as they kept it down while two other men passed by.
Lee also noticed Lincoln's signature tuft of hair was gone. "What happened to the tuft of hair that stuck up?" Lee asked as Lincoln explained the situation with the KKK at Becky's house.
"I got into a scuffle with a Klansman at Becky's apartment. He had a gun and shot it towards my hair, and it cut the tuft down." Lincoln said as Lee was surprised that Lincoln took on someone with a gun.
As they finished their time in the sauna, Lee took Lincoln home and let him get some food. Lincoln was more built then ever since he started taking vitamins and watching what he ate too. As soon as Lincoln was dressed in his black henley, brown cargo pants and black converse, he went to call Bonaparte and ask about the Belgium job. He waited a minute before the man finally answered. "Hey kid, what's up?" Bonaparte asked as Lincoln smiled.
"Well, what was up with earlier? About a job in Belgium or some shit like that." Lincoln said as it sounded like the man was going through papers. "Yeah. We got intel that an ex-IRA member has become an assassin and taken contracts to kill his targets. That's where you come in; I'll come pick you up early tomorrow around 4:30 am to 5 am, so we can fly to Lyon, France and discuss it more there. Sound good?" Bonaparte asked as Lincoln thought for a moment and then nodded. "I'll do it. But they need to brief me and give me good weaponry if I'm gonna take him out." Lincoln said as him and Bonaparte finished the conversation.
Later, around dinner time, Lincoln explained to Toll Road that Bonaparte need him again for another job. The man knew Lincoln was making a good living killing bad people either the CIA, FBI or Interpol wanted dead and he understood as a father figure to the teenager. After dinner, Lincoln was in his room reading a book on Physiology when his phone started ringing. Groaning, he got up and answered the phone.
"Hello?" He answered as he recognized the voice. "Hey babe. Whatcha doing?" It was Arthur, and he sounded kinda lonely.
"Oh, I'm just reading. What about you?" Lincoln asked as he was lying in bed while in his compression shorts and shirt. "Well, my dad apologized to me about calling me a homo. He even cried and said he never meant to hurt my feelings. So, he said he was gonna take me to get my ears pierced tomorrow, and I was wondering if you wanna come watch me get them done." Arthur said as Lincoln winced internally; he did wanna go to see his boyfriend get his ears pierced, but he had to work tomorrow.
"Babe, I'm so sorry. But I won't be able to, I'm going to work in Belgium tomorrow, and I won't be back for a couple days or a week. But when I get back, I'll take you out to dinner and we'll showcase on how hot we both look. Okay?" Lincoln said as Arthur sounded excited. "Okay, be careful." Arthur said as they hung up and Lincoln went to bed an hour and a half later.
The next morning, around 4am, Lincoln woke up and got dressed in his clothes from yesterday. He went to the kitchen to grab some juice before Toll Road came out in his pajamas and tank top. "Is Bonaparte coming this early?" He asked as Lincoln took his vitamins, drank his juice and nodded. "Yeah. He'll be here in a few." Lincoln said as there was a knock on the front door. Toll Road opened it and saw the old mercenary standing there and smiling.
"Morning. Is he ready?" Bonaparte asked as Lincoln walked towards the front door with his bag of clothes. "Let's go." Bonaparte said as Lincoln hugged Toll and the two mercs were off to Lyon, France.
12 hours later, they arrived in Lyon, France and were at the Interpol Office. Lincoln was taken to see Axel again, so he could explain the job. As Lincoln was brought up to the man's office by two agents, the man opened the door and Lincoln smiled to see him. "Lincoln, it's good to see you. And you have gotten a bit taller." Axel said as Lincoln was about an inch to 2 inches shorter than him. Lincoln and Axel shook hands before entering the office and sitting down. "So, Bonaparte said you had some work for me?" Lincoln asked as Axel gave him a cup of hot coffee. "Yes, I do. I heard that this ex-IRA member had gone rogue to become an assassin. His name is Declan Kennedy, and he is specialized in Mixed Martial Arts and Stick Fighting. But I read your file; it says you know about 7 types of Karate, Krav Maga, Kung Fu, Tang Soo Do, Judo, Jiujutsu, Kickboxing, Hapkido, Aikido, Boxing, Taekwondo, Capoeira and Eskrima. So, you can protect yourself quite well. Plus, you're known for good accuracy while shooting too. I'll give you anything you need, name it." Axel said as he took a sip of coffee.
Lincoln looked at Kennedy's military record that Axel put on the desk; born in 1977, was in the Real Irish Republican Army and served for a good 10 years with some medals of honorable service. He had short brownish-red hair and with a stubble, blue eyes and was 1 inch taller than Lincoln. Now, he is a full-time assassin that takes out Royal Navy Members and British SAS members for good money. He likes to travel to Brussels in Belgium and go to the Brussels Marriott Hotel for his vacation around this time in the summer until the beginning of August.
"Okay. I'll take him out. But I'm gonna need a suppressed USP-45, around 5,000 Euro's and an ID that say's I'm 21. Trust me, if you want me to take him out, I need an ID." Lincoln said as Axel stroked his stubble. The man then stuck out his hand and smiled. "Deal. Petit, go get Lincoln a suppressed USP-45 with 5 clips of ammo in a briefcase, the money and bring Martin up here with her makeup kit. I got an idea that'll be genius." Axel said as the young agent went to get the gun, money and other agent.
After waiting a bit, Lincoln and Axel saw a French agent walk in who was blonde, had a mole on her neck by her ear that was small and was barely noticeable, green eyes, pink lips and was beautiful; indeed, she was also wearing a black blouse, blue jeans and black shoes. She was carrying a leather case with her and sat down at Axel's desk.
"Hello Darcey, it's been a while since we've had to use the makeup kit." Axel said as Darcey smiled. "Yes, it has. Is this the informant I'm gonna be doing the makeup on?" Darcey asked as Axel smiled and nodded softly. "This is Lincoln Loud, and we need to make him look in his early 20's. He's the right height, but we need to change his facial structure a bit." Axel said as Darcey smiled and opened her kit.
"Now, I'm gonna apply some skin friendly glue to your skin and apply some small hair to your upper lip underneath your nose too where you would grow a mustache." Darcey said as she applied the glue and hair lightly and made him look like he had a mustache growing.
"Now, we're gonna give you a mole by your ear." Darcey continued as she glued a mole to Lincoln's left side of his neck by his ear and let it dry.
"Now, this will come off with this special soap I'm gonna give you when you're done with the mission. All we need to do now is get you a picture onto a freshly made French ID." Darcey explained as she took Lincoln to another room to get his picture and get it pressed professionally onto an ID card. After waiting a bit, Lincoln was giving a wallet with some Euro's in it, his new fake ID that looked so real that he couldn't tell if it was fake or not and a gift card, so his wallet wouldn't look suspicious. He was taken back to Axel's office to overlook his kit.
"Now, in this metal briefcase is the gun, money and extra mags. Use it well." Axel said as it had cut out padding for the gun, money and even the magazines too. Axel passed the case to Lincoln and gave him a thing of cigarettes with a lighter. "Just to play the part and smoke one cigarette. Okay?" Axel said as Lincoln took the pack of pack of cigarettes and put them into his pocket.
"Now, I'll have two of my top agents bunk a room or two down from you at the hotel and they'll bug your room with surveillance, but not directly towards you. Okay?" Axel said as Lincoln sighed with disbelief but nodded. "Okay. Just let me have at least a bit of privacy. Please don't bug the bathroom." Lincoln said with a halfcocked grin as Axel chuckled.
"Ok, we're not gonna bug the bathroom. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Axel laughed as he brought in his two top agents, Fidele Leroy and Germain Dupont. They were in their late 30's and were like brothers; they both had brown clean-cut hair, wore grey and blue suits, green eyes, stood 5 foot 10 and had Glocks with them.
"Now Lincoln, these are agents Leroy and Dupont. They will be bugging your room and stay a few doors down from you, so they can photograph Kennedy's murder and get it on the news." Axel said as the agents shook Lincoln's hand.
"You'll take the train from Gare de Lyon-Part-Dieu to Brussels Central Station. We're expecting to see him there around 10 am tomorrow, so we need you up and ready to spy on him too. But there is something you're not gonna like; we need you to get close to him. He'll be there for a while, so we need you to get close to him." Axel said as he did the hand motion when he said 'close'. Lincoln was not liking this at all, but he knew he had to take out Irish assassin before more British soldiers got killed.
"Okay. So, you want me to…be lovey dovey towards him?" Lincoln asked with some fear in his eyes.
"In a way, yes. But we want you to choke him in good but clean way when his guard is down, before any actual sexual shit happens. He does like younger guys because he's gay. So be incredibly careful around him… and remember, he's highly trained and might carry a gun." Axel said as he shook Lincoln's hand and then the 15-year-old left with Leroy and Dupont to head to the train station. As the three headed to Gare de Lyon-Part-Dieu, Lincoln felt really annoyed that he had to 'get close' to Kennedy. He was only a teenager and Kennedy was an adult, it was sick, but he had to kill him as soon as he saw a good opportunity.
As they were on the high-speed train towards Brussels, Belgium, Lincoln took a nap since it was getting close to nighttime.
When they arrived in Belgium, they took a car to the hotel and got checked in. The man at the counter thought Lincoln looked 21 and let his ID pass through. Lincoln grabbed his bags and walked up to his room on the 2nd floor while Leroy and Dupont were 2 rooms down from him but made sure to put hidden cameras around Lincoln's room. After they were done, Lincoln's stomach started to grumble, so he decided to take the agents down to the Midtown Grill for some food. It was around 7:30 pm, so they were able to enjoy 3 tenderloins for dinner before all of them passed out in their own rooms.
The next morning, Lincoln woke up around 7 am and went to take a shower in the nice bathroom. After he was done, he got dressed in a blue henley, black jeans and white converse. He grabbed some money from the briefcase under the bed, room key, wallet, pack of cigarettes and went to the bar downstairs. He knew he wasn't legally able to drink, but he did have a shot of rum with Becky, so he decided to give whiskey or some other drink a shot. He made it to the bar and showed his ID to the bartender. "You got soda?" Lincoln asked as the bartender showed him the machine.
"Yeah. Whatcha want?" He asked in a Belgium accent as Lincoln chose Coke. The bartender grabbed a small, chilled glass for Lincoln and poured coke into it for him with ice.
"There you go. That'll be 2 Euro's." The bartender said as Lincoln paid for his drink and listened for an Irish accent. After waiting for about 2 and a half hours and 3 cokes later, Lincoln was about to call it quits, when a voice could be heard shouting at the front desk.
"Are ye kidding me, laddie?! That's al' oi 'av for fuck's sake!" It sounded like a strong Irish accent. Lincoln turned towards the front desk and saw a man with brownish-red hair and was an inch taller than himself and had a stubble…it was Declan Kennedy! Lincoln knew what he was saying too; it sounded like he was having trouble paying to get a room. So, Lincoln walked over and got the man's attention behind the counter. "What's the problem?" Lincoln asked as the gentleman behind the counter gave him a worried look. "This gentleman doesn't have the cash for his room all the way until August 1st." The guy behind the counter said as Declan got madder. "Oi fuckin swear, that's al' oi 'av!" Declan screamed at the man as he got angrier.
"How much is he short?" Lincoln asked as he got his wallet out.
"He's short 300 Euro's, sir." The man said as Lincoln gave him the money to make up for it, the man and Declan were speechless.
"Thank's laddie. Ye didn't 'av ter do dat." Declan smiled and took his bags with him.
"No problem." Lincoln said as he went back to the bar to get a hard Jack and Coke.
Later around 6 pm, Lincoln opened his door to get some dinner, when he met Declan opening his own door to go out into the hall. "Well, look who it is. 'Tis de lad who 'elped me wi' me problem. Oi really appreciate ye, laddie." Kennedy said with a cheerful smile. "Eh, it was nothing." Lincoln replied as he leaned up against the wall by the door.
"How can oi repay ye? Does dinner soun' gran' enoof?" Kennedy said as Lincoln was surprised; the target was offering to buy him dinner, so, his face started to flush, and he smiled.
"Of course. I could use some food." Lincoln said as Kennedy smiled and the two headed down to the restaurant in the hotel for some dinner.
As they got to their seat, Declan ordered red wine for both him and Lincoln to drink while they waited for their food. Lincoln took a sip of red wine and coughed a bit, making Declan suspicious. "Ye alright, lad?" Kennedy asked as Lincoln got ahold of himself and patted his chest. "I'm fine. It's just I haven't drank wine in months." Lincoln lied as Declan understood.
Their food finally arrived, and they ate and talked for a good hour until Kennedy had too much wine. Lincoln grabbed some of his money to pay for dinner and dragged Kennedy to his room. Lincoln remembered what room he came out of, so he got him to the room, grabbed the keycard from Kennedy's pants pocket and unlocked the door.
He then dragged him to the bed and set him there, but before he left, Lincoln left a note on the nightstand, so Declan's head was facing it when he woke up.
Lincoln went back to his room across the hall, so he could check in with Leroy and Dupont. For the rest of the night before 10 pm hit, Lincoln did a full workout of shadow boxing and pushups before calling it a night. The next morning on Thursday the 18th of June, 2019; Declan woke up with a nasty hangover as he got up and saw the note.
"What de fuck?" Declan said as he grabbed the note but smiled after he read it.
You passed out after drinking, so I paid for dinner and brought you to your room. By the way, I'm Lincoln Loud. Thank me later. :D
Then, he felt something coming up and ran to the bathroom to empty out his insides. After he did, he took a shower and cleaned himself with fresh clothes and he also brushed his teeth. Declan opened his door and went to knock on Lincoln's room, which opened a few seconds later to Lincoln shirtless and in his compression shorts.
It got Declan's own member hard a bit due to seeing Lincoln's body. "Hey, you feel better after yesterday?" Lincoln asked as Declan chortled. "Oi apologize fer my drinking. Oi didn't mean it. Also, t'anks for getting me to my room. It's Lincoln, right?" Declan asked as Lincoln smirked, nodded and stuck his hand out for Kennedy to shake. They shook hands and Declan introduced himself.
"Oi'm Declan Kennedy an' 'tis nice ter meet ye, Lincoln." Declan said as they shook hands. "You too, Declan. I can see you're a proud Irishman, right?" Lincoln asked as he invited Declan into the room. "Aye, 'Oi was born in Cork County, Ireland." Declan said as Lincoln slipped on a grey henley, blue jeans and black converse.
"Oi must say dat ye 'av one hot body. Do ye like to keep yerself in shape?" Declan said with a smirk as Lincoln nodded and rolled his shoulders while he heard his bones pop due to lack of extreme movement. Declan was sitting on the bed being teased by Lincoln.
"Are there any fun things to do while I'm here in Brussels?" Lincoln asked as he got an orange juice from the mini fridge and left 5 Euro's on top of it. "Well, we 'cud go to some attractions near de 'otel." Kennedy said as Lincoln stuck out his arm in a gentleman fashion of courtesy. Declan was surprised to see such kindness from Lincoln, so he wrapped his arm into Lincoln's and the two went out to see the attractions. While Leroy and Dupont tailed them, but from afar.
After seeing so many attractions and sights, Lincoln and Declan were walking back to the hotel when Lincoln spotted something off to the corner of his eye.
"Wanna head to the gun range?" Lincoln asked as he pointed to the building about 5 feet from his right. "Aye. Is dis a friendly competition?" Declan asked as Lincoln smirked at him. "If you want it to be, then yeah." Lincoln said as they entered the range and rented two Five Seven's to shoot at targets. "Okay, I got a game we could play; whoever shoots the target dead down the middle, gets paid 100 Euro's from the loser. Sound good?" Lincoln suggested as smiled.
"Aye. Dat sounds fun." Declan said as they got their targets ready to shoot at. Lincoln got into his usual C.A.R stance and when the buzzer went off, he fired the whole magazine into the middle of the target, surprising Declan.
"Where de fuck did ye learn to shoot like dat?" Declan asked as Lincoln clicked the button for the target to be brought back to him. "I was trained by former soldiers. They loved training me when I was younger." Lincoln said as Declan was surprised to hear.
"Well, just watch dis." Declan said as he emptied his magazine a millimeter below the middle of the target. Disappointed, Declan chuckled and put his gun down. "Oi guess Oi owe ye 100 Euro's." Declan said as he handed Lincoln the money. They had a fun time until they headed back to the hotel.
For the next 6 days, Lincoln and Declan bonded until they were at the range again on Wednesday, June 24th of 2019 and shooting targets. They had one target left and so this time it was Declan's turn for a competition.
"Why don't we have another competition. Except whoever loses, 'as to kiss de winner." Declan suggested as Lincoln was surprised but remembered what he was here for. "Okay. You're on." Lincoln said as he got into his usual shooting stance and shot the target until his mag was empty. He made a big hole in the middle of the target, and let Declan see. Declan shot the target dead center until his last shot was an inch lower. So, he smirked and clicked the button for the target to come back. He observed his target and noticed he lost.
"Shall we do this here in public, and risk a ticket for public display of affection, or should we do this in my room at the hotel?" Lincoln asked as he put his hand on Declan's.
"Oi think we should do it at de room wi' more privacy." Declan smiled as the two headed back to the hotel. The two made it back and walked up to their floor for their activity to start. As soon as they entered Lincoln room, Lincoln knew he had to take this opportunity before it got too sexual. As soon as Declan locked the door and Lincoln sat on the bed. He also saw Declan's belt he put on the nightstand, so he grabbed it and kept it behind him, so he could strangle Declan.
"Ye ready?" Declan asked with a seductive voice as he took off his shirt and crawled towards Lincoln playfully. "Yes." Lincoln replied in a smoky voice as their lips connected softly.
Lincoln and Declan turned their heads the opposite way and melted into the kiss. Lincoln felt the man's stubble tickle his young face and immediately felt aroused a bit but smacked himself mentally. "Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a nice massage." Lincoln said as he licked Declan's earlobe. Declan was excited and laid on his stomach, while Lincoln rubbed away on the man's back softly before kneading it too. Lincoln then looked at the belt on the pillow, so he grabbed it, and made sure the metal didn't make a sound while he grabbed it.
"Ey, ye still gonna give me a gran' massage?" Declan said as Lincoln kept his blood pressure under control and gulped.
"Yeah. Lift up your head, so I can rub your neck a bit." Lincoln said as he got the belt ready to wrap around his neck. As soon as Declan lifted his head up, Lincoln quickly wrapped the belt around his neck, put his knee on the back of his head to get support and pulled tight. Declan coughed and tried to reach Lincoln, but the smart 15-year-old stood up on the man's back and double wrapped the belt around his neck until Declan stopped fighting and breathing.
Lincoln dropped the belt and sat down while breathing heavily. He checked Declan's pulse on his neck and found out he was certainly dead indeed, so, Lincoln grabbed his radio from the briefcase and radioed Leroy and Dupont.
"Get to the room and help me set up the 'C.O.D'." Lincoln said on the radio as he went to unlock the door to let the agents in. As soon as they cleaned up, they put Declan's body in his room and made sure his pants and shirt were gone, so they could set the scene up to look like he committed suicide by autoerotic asphyxiation. They hung him in the bathroom, by the curtain rod and put naked pictures of woman and lesbians on the counter and around his body for his own arousal.
"Did he touch you down at your nether regions?" Leroy asked as they finished up getting pictures and making sure there was no traces of them. "No, I made sure that didn't happen. Now let's get this shit done. I'd like to get back to New Orleans." Lincoln said as he got his clothes together and the briefcase to go after they checked out.
A little while later at the Interpol Office, Lincoln and the agents walked to Axel's office and the older man was happy. "Well done. I'm glad that this Irish Assassin has finally been taken care of. He's been taking out British SAS and Royal Navy soldiers for the past 5 years. Now, I'll have 3 million dollars wired to an offshore bank account that is now yours, Lincoln. I'll give you the info to check your money whenever you need it." Axel said as he stuck out his hand for Lincoln to shake. They shook hands and before Lincoln had to go, Axel had one more thing to say.
"Before you go, I have to let you know something. If you're ever needed over this way in Europe, I'll have your briefcase put in the weapons vault with currency to whatever country you're gonna go to. Sound good?" Axel said as Lincoln smiled and nodded. Later, Lincoln was on a plane back to New Orleans with Bonaparte.
3 days later, on Saturday, June 27th of 2019, Lincoln was sleeping in his room as the sun came up from the horizon. It was around 8 am when Lincoln smelled cooking coming from the kitchen. He groaned and got up, but he smiled too. "He's making chocolate chip pancakes, eggs and bacon." Lincoln said as he got up and went to eat breakfast. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Toll Road with a white tank top and grey pajamas on, cooking breakfast at the stove.
"Morning kid. Want some breakfast?" Toll asked as Lincoln grabbed the big containers of OJ and Apple Juice from the fridge and set it on the counter. 20 minutes later as the two Expendables were eating, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Toll shouted as it was Barney who walked in with files. "Hey Barney, what's up?" Toll asked as Barney came in to sit down at the table. "I got some work for us. Bonaparte is gonna be out of action for good this time. He's retiring; but we got a new contractor for our jobs." Barney said as both Expendables were surprised. Bonaparte was officially stepping out of the game of mercenary work.
"What a shame. He paid good money for the jobs I did for him. I just got 3 million from his friend in Lyon, France for taking out an Irish Assassin and made it look he tried to get aroused by porn, but he accidentally hung himself." Lincoln said as the two Expendables looked at him with surprised eyes. "You took out a highly trained assassin when his guard was down?" Barney asked as Lincoln nodded and ate his bacon.
"What martial art was he trained in?" Toll asked with concern. "He was trained in Mixed Martial Arts and Stick Fighting, most likely Eskrima." Lincoln said as he drank his juice. Toll Road had much experience with Mixed Martial Arts since he grew up practicing it and learning it since he was 5 years old. He knew a lot about it and was good at what he does.
"Anyway, what's the job?" Toll asked as Barney laid the photos' down on the table. "We gotta extract our boss's friend out of this prison in the middle of the Mau Forest in Kenya. His name is Aemilio Alves and he's a very skinny guy with only one tattoo on his arm of a red shark. Apparently, the prison is so ridiculous that we have so many ways to burst in and extract Alves from it without too many casualties." Barney said as he took a piece of bacon.
"And what's the guy's name that assigned the job to us?" Lincoln asked, obviously skeptical of it. "His name is Abdalla Adebayo, but he goes by Mr. Owl. Since he likes Owls and whatnot. I've been to his house in the French Quarter, and he collects Owl pictures and all sorts of Owl stuff."
"First, that one guy who captured Bonaparte and now this guy who loves Owls. What's with all these guys choosing animal names for their nicknames?" Toll asked as the 3 ate their breakfast in peace.
"Anyway, Lincoln, we won't need hacking for this one. But Mr. Owl has plenty of contract work for you in different European countries and us too that needs hacking as well." Barney said as Lincoln understood, and Toll nodded.
Before Barney left, Lincoln talked them into letting his older sister, Luna, know the truth since he trusted her deeply. At first, they didn't like the idea, but she was cool with anything. So, they went with it.
Hours later, Toll took Lincoln to Tool's shop while the rest of the Expendables went to the hangar to discuss the job. Tool had finished up with a young woman's arm tattoo and was putting the tattoo gun away when Lincoln brought his laptop and change of clothes with him inside the shop.
"Hey Tool." Lincoln said as Tool looked over towards Lincoln and smiled.
"Hey brotha, whatcha doing here?" He asked as Lincoln sat down on one of the crates.
"Just chilling here until the others get back from Kenya." Lincoln said as he thought for a moment and looked at the tattoo gun. How much does it hurt to get a tattoo? Lincoln thought as he began to ask Tool.
"Tool, can I ask you something?" Lincoln asked as Tool turned around and put on a caring face. "Go ahead." Tool said as Lincoln got up and walked towards him. "Is it okay for me to get a tattoo on my forearm?" Lincoln asked as Tool looked at him with a surprised look.
"Kid, we already established that you can't get the Expendables tattoo until you're 17 and after your first official field operation." Tool said as Lincoln put on a stern face.
"I meant a wolf tattoo on my forearm." Lincoln said as Tool looked at him with shock. "You just want a regular wolf tattoo?" He asked as Lincoln smiled and nodded. Tool thought for a moment and decided to let Lincoln sit in the tattoo chair he had laying around. "Go ahead and sit down." Tool said as Lincoln did so and waited for Tool.
"Now you know it's gonna hurt a bit for your first tattoo. So, let's have you pick out a design out of the book." Tool said as Lincoln through the book and finally chose a design he wanted; it was a wolf in the woods, and he knew that was the one he wanted on his right forearm.
"I found one." Lincoln said as he showed the man which one, he wanted. "I think we have a winner." Tool said before smiling and getting his gloves on to ink Lincoln's right forearm.
After preparing the stencil onto Lincoln's skin, Tool gave Lincoln a concerning look. "Kid, are you sure you can handle the pain?" Tool asked as Lincoln nodded. As soon as the needle went into Lincoln's skin, he immediately felt the pain and bit his lip. Lincoln didn't know if he could do a full 3 hours, but he had to do it now since there was turning back. After being halfway done, Lincoln looked at Tool. "Can we take a short break?" Lincoln asked as Tool smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. We'll take 5 minutes. I gotta say, you're taking the pain well. Other than the wincing, you're doing great so far." Tool said as Lincoln looked at his ink; it was looking splendid.
After the break, Tool finished Lincoln's tattoo, they checked it out and were amazed; Lincoln's wolf tattoo was nearly indescribable. It was black and had good detail. "I'm getting hungry. Whaddya say we go get dinner in a bit?" Tool said as Lincoln smiled. "Sure. What sounds good though?" Lincoln said as he admired his new ink. "Well, I was thinking maybe some Cajun cooking. Because that shit sounds good." Tool said as Lincoln nodded.
They left to get some food at the Acme Oyster House. As Tool drove in his truck, Lincoln was listening to Keith Urban when his phone started ringing. "Hello?" He answered it and recognized the voice on the other side. "Hey honey, I'm coming down to see you again. But this time, I'm bring your baby sister who's been dying to see you." Rita said as Lincoln was surprised to hear that Lily wanted to see him.
"Okay. How old is she now?" Lincoln asked as he heard Lily giggling on the side but not directly on the phone.
"She's 5 years old." Rita said as Lincoln waited a second before speaking again.
"Can I talk to her?" Lincoln asked with a tear in his eye. He hadn't seen Lily at all nor heard from her since he left Royal Woods, so it'd be nice to talk to his baby sister.
"Okay, one second." Rita said as she passed the phone to Lily.
"…Linky, is that you?" Lily asked as Lincoln choked up a sob, getting Tool's attention.
"Yes, it's me Lily. How are you?" Lincoln asked as Lily didn't respond for a moment, scaring Lincoln. He didn't want Lily to hate him.
"I'm good. Where are you?" Lily asked as Lincoln knew he couldn't let her know.
"I can't tell you. Just wait until you get here to see me, okay?" Lincoln said as he heard a noise that Lily did that sounded like 'okay'.
"Pass the phone to mom, okay?" Lincoln said as Lily did so.
"Hey Lincoln. Now, we'll be getting there tomorrow, and I'll see if we can rent a car down there for a couple days. I just got a fat paycheck from work." Rita said as Lincoln smiled to that. "Okay, just make sure to tell Lily that she has to keep this a secret when you land. Okay?" Lincoln said as Tool turned onto the street towards the restaurant.
"Also, before you go. I want Luna to know the secret. My caretakers have agreed to the idea." Lincoln said as Rita seemed happy on her side.
"Okay. I'll call you once we land." Rita said as she then hung up.
"Was that your mom?" Tool asked as Lincoln nodded and put his phone away.
"Yeah, she's bringing my older sister, Luna, and my baby sister, Lily, with her tomorrow. So, I'm gonna be hanging with them for the next 2 days." Lincoln said as he wiped his eyes.
"Well, does your mom know of the side business that you do like with Ines and Bonaparte?" Tool asked as Lincoln looked at him and shook his head.
"I'll tell her when we get time." Lincoln said as he admired his ink again; the skin was healing and it was still a bit red, but it was healing.
They arrived at the restaurant and had a fun time goofing off and impressing the ladies by throwing darts at the dart board and not even missing a second; since they were in public, they couldn't use their knives. Tool even got a hot blonde's number so he could bang her when she was off from work in 4 days. It was 6 pm by the time they were finished with their food, so Tool paid the check and they left to head back to the shop. Tool let Lincoln use his shower since he didn't have the chance to this morning. He was told to use mild soap on the tattoo, so it didn't mess his ink up.
After his shower, he put on his compression sleepwear, but he made sure it was a short-sleeved shirt and put lotion on his tattoo to keep it moisturized.
Lincoln and Tool had a competition on knife throwing since it was the Expendables' favorite game. Lincoln, Tool and Lee were the knife specialists and both men knew Lincoln would make an excellent knife specialist on the field since he was like Lee, except younger and needed a bit more training. Throughout the night, as Lincoln slept on the couch, he kept rolling around on the couch like he was having a bad dream.
He was having a bad dream; in his dream he was on the field with the Expendables, and they were on a wasteland fighting some soldiers and they had them pinned down. Barney, Lee, Caesar and Yang were down for the count, and it was only Toll Road, Gunnar and Lincoln left taking fire from heavy artillery. Then, an enemy threw a smoke grenade, which blinded them. Then Gunnar and Toll Road were taken out, Lincoln saw and released his rage onto the soldiers by shooting from the hip blindly, only to be killed from a sniper with infrared scopes.
"NO!" Lincoln screamed as he shot up and was panting like crazy. Then, the light from Tool's upstairs room turned on and he shined a light onto the couch.
"You okay, kiddo?" Tool called out as Lincoln wiped his brow of sweat.
"No, I'm not." He replied as he heard Toll come down the elevator. He was wearing nothing on except for his underwear and red and black pajamas; his hair was messed up from sleeping.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Tool asked as he lit up his pipe. Lincoln then explained his bad dream, which surprised the older man. Then, he went to the fridge and made Lincoln a full glass of Jack and Coke. "Here. Down the whole damn thing. But don't down it too fast." Tool said as Lincoln took small sips, even gagging a bit from the alcohol.
Lincoln finished the beverage and was feeling a lot better. "Thanks." Lincoln said as he handed the glass back to the retired Expendable.
"Feel better?" Tool asked as Lincoln smiled and nodded. Lincoln also wanted to ask Tool what his life with the guys was like as an Expendable. "Did you ever go on ops with the guys?" Lincoln asked as Tool's eyes lit up. He didn't expect Lincoln to ask him that at all.
"Yes, I did. I retired the year before you came to New Orleans. I helped Barney with the ops as soon as we got out of the service. We even had the original boss, Stonebanks, who was a piece of fucking shit for going rogue on us. Then, we went on the op to kill him, and thank god that Barney took him out. That was years ago though; around 17 years or so, before you were born, kid." Tool said as Lincoln was surprised. "Why did he go rogue in the first place?" Lincoln replied with his own question as Tool sighed.
"He told Barney that him going rogue got him more money-making opportunities than any other mercenary out there in the field." Tool said as Lincoln now knew the situation. "Then, Barney took over the company and I was there to support him since he shot Stonebanks 3 times to the chest. I was the one who took him down in the leg with a knife and Barney finished him." Tool finished explaining as Lincoln was shocked to his core.
"Anyway, with that aside. Is there anything you wanna explain to me?" Tool asked as Lincoln decided to tell him what he'd done with Maribelle and Ines with their sexual moments. It took a total half hour to explain as Tool was more shocked than ever, but he was damn near proud of Lincoln to step in act take pride of his sexuality and hormones.
"Well goddamn kid, you're one hell of a horndog. You're kinda like me when I was your age; I was getting pussy left and right when I was a teenager." Tool snickered as Lincoln laughed with him.
Then, Tool looked at the time and it showed to be 4 am. "Alright, let's hit the sack. I'll be up in about 3 hours, so hit the sack, Lincoln." Tool said as Lincoln covered up with the blankets and went back to sleep. 3 hours passed and the sun was rising in New Orleans; so, Lincoln woke up and stretched. Then, he heard the elevator and saw Tool coming down in his usual attire.
"Morning Tool." Lincoln said as the man looked at Lincoln and smiled. "Morning kiddo. Want the usual for breakfast?" Tool asked as he got out the frying pan and toaster while Lincoln nodded. They ate and talked about stupid bullshit until Lincoln got a text from his mom. So, he went to see what it said. He smiled as soon as he read it.
We just left the house. Pop Pop is watching everyone while I take Luna and Lily to come see you. I told them I'm going to California to see an old friend of mine. I'll call you when I get there. -Rita
Lincoln went to take a shower after breakfast, then he got dressed in a grey henley, black jeans and black converse. As he was tying his shoes, Tool came over to the couch with a wolfish grin on his face. "Why don't we head over to the Boxing gym, so I can help you practice some more routines." Tool said as Lincoln nodded. They got in the truck and headed over to Derek's Boxing Gym. Lincoln was close to a Flyweight since he was around 110 pounds and knew the drills and practices at the gym. He even sparred with some of the teenagers that go there, and even beat them in a match.
Once they got there, the gym was packed today; there were lots of guys and teenagers using the equipment, punching and peanut bags. Then, Tool's friend, Derek came down the stairs and hugged him. "So, Lincoln's back to train and spar?" Derek asked as Lincoln nodded. "Yep, I want him to blow off some steam before his mom gets here to see him." Tool said as Derek understood.
"I see. Well, why not have him train with a good old workout of jump ropes, shadow boxing, heavy bags, speed bags, sparring and weight training." Derek said as Lincoln went to his locker he had and changed into his shorts, running shoes and white tank top. After he changed, he went on a total 45-minute workout that felt brutal every time he did it. His reflexes he always counted on since he and Yang worked on them whenever they could. They improved a lot since Lincoln was 12, and he knew they were better since he'd been here in New Orleans.
After he was done, he was ready to go into a match with another teenager that Derek knew. He was around Lincoln's age; his name was Andreas Doukas and he was Greek American. His paternal grandfather was full Greek, and his paternal grandmother was American, then they had his father whose name was Barak Doukas. His father met his mother who was Greek American as well; her name was Lydia Floros and she the same age as her husband when they were 21. They dated for a year before marrying each other and having Andreas two years later.
"Hey Andreas, come here for a moment!" Derek called towards the brunette who was working the peanut bag. He was the same height as Lincoln and was wearing a blue tank top, grey shorts and black running shoes. Andreas had black eyes, trimmed brown hair, a toned body and was an average student at school who got good grades and even had an IQ of 115. Andreas was very fluent in Italian, Spanish, Greek, Romanian, Danish and English; but he has a Greek accent too. Andreas was also good in Shotokan Karate, Judo, Jiu-Jitsu, Boxing, Greco Style Wrestling, Kickboxing and even Krav Maga, so he could hold his own. But the one thing he hadn't told his parents yet, was that he was Homosexual.
"Yes, coach?" He said as Derek introduced him to Lincoln. "You're gonna be going against Lincoln Loud here in the ring. Does that sound good to you?" Derek said as Andreas nodded. Lincoln smiled and shook the Greek American's hand.
"Now, let's get your equipment on and have a nice match." Derek said as the boys went to get their headgear and boxing gloves on.
After they got their equipment on, Lincoln and Andreas were in their corners and ready to box. Tool was in Lincoln's corner and Derek was in Andreas's corner as their coaches. Tool had tons of boxing experience since he and Barney used to train together as teenagers until they went into the Marines together.
"Okay kid, just land some good jabs, block his jabs and then uppercut him to finish him off. Okay?" Tool said as Lincoln nodded and put his mouth guard in. He saw Andreas nod towards Derek then the bell rang and the two touched gloves in respect and began boxing. Andreas pulled off a few jabs, but Lincoln recovered quickly and maneuvered an uppercut to Andreas, which dazed him a bit. Lincoln then got into an Orthodox stance and waited for Andreas to strike again. Andreas went with a cross punch, but Lincoln dodged it before jabbed Andreas in the face a couple times.
Then, the bell rung, so they went back to their corners.
"Okay, you're doing good. Let's try a couple jabs, then finish with that uppercut I told you." Tool said as Lincoln took a swig of water before spitting it out and putting his mouth guard in his mouth. The bell rung again as both teens got back into the middle of the ring and exchanged blows. Andreas got a good couple jabs to Lincoln, but he got back in the game and began bobbing and weaving the next few punches that came at him before finally giving Andreas a good but strong uppercut, knocking him down for the count. His mouth had blood in it and his mouthpiece came out.
Derek stepped in and checked on Andreas before counting down. All the other teenagers and young adults were watching with ambition as Derek had a worried look on his face. "Get the salts!" Derek said with fear in his eyes. One of the young adults ran to the medical cabinet and retrieved the smelling salts.
Tool and Lincoln watched as the man threw Derek the salts and he put them underneath Andreas's nose, making him sneeze hard. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as Lincoln walked over to his opponent and reached his hand out to help him up. Flattered by the gesture, Andreas smiled and took his hand to get up, he then was pulled into a hug by Lincoln.
"Good match. I like the jabs, but work on your bobbing and weaving, okay Andreas?" Lincoln said as Andreas smiled. "Gotcha. I gotta say, you're good at Boxing. Do you know any other martial arts?" Andreas asked as Lincoln smiled too and nodded.
"Why don't you kids hit the shower and then you can talk." Tool said as he and Derek went to talk for a bit. Lincoln and Andreas went to take a shower and got cleaned up before talking about the things they liked that were martial arts, video games, airsoft, music and even speaking different languages too. As Lincoln and Andreas exchanged contact information, Lincoln's phone buzzed, so he checked to see who texted him; it was his mother.
Hey Lincoln, we just landed in New Orleans and we're coming to see you. Where are you at now? -Rita
Lincoln smiled and told his mother where he was and where the shop was. So, he said goodbye to Andreas and went to find Tool. "Hey Tool, my mom just landed. Should we head back to the shop and see her?" Lincoln asked as Tool smiled and told Derek he had to go. On the drive back, Lincoln was excited to see Luna and Lily; he felt like an asshole for leaving in the first place, but it was either take the job and do what was right or go to juvie. As they pulled up, they saw Rita, Luna and Lily in front of the shop, waiting for them.
"Hey Rita, how ya been?" Tool asked as Lincoln got out to hug his mother; but she had a surprise waiting for her. As soon as Rita saw Lincoln, she gasped mentally; Lincoln stood an inch taller than her, with his trimmed hair and the tuft that stuck up was gone, plus his new earrings and tattoo were there as well.
"Well, this was unexpected. I didn't expect you to get your ears pierced, Lincoln." Rita said with a grin. "Do you like them?" Lincoln asked as a voice spoke out.
"I do." It was Lily, and her height went up to Lincoln's waistline. He was happy to see his 4-and-a-half-year-old sister again as she was wearing a light purple skirt with a black shirt underneath, her hair in a ponytail, purple socks and wearing black shoes.
"Hi, Linky." Lily said as she hugged Lincoln at the waistline, with a small smile on her face. "Hey Lily. Did you miss me?" Lincoln said as he pecked her forehead. Tool almost chortled to Lincoln's nickname. He nudged Lincoln and had a wolfish grin on his face.
"Heya bro!" Luna said with her British accent as she hugged Lincoln before she noticed his height and how his physique was.
"Good to see you, Luna." Lincoln said as Tool jabbed his arm and got his attention.
"Linky? That's your name from them?" Tool chuckled as Lincoln socked him in the gut, making the man gasp for air.
"Man, c'mon kid, why you gotta hit me?" Tool said as Lincoln was angry. "That's just a nickname the little one's call me from home. Don't even think of telling the guys either." Lincoln snarled as Tool put his hands up in mock surrender and went to smoke his pipe inside.
"Let's head inside." Lincoln said as he led his mother and sisters inside the shop. As Lincoln sat on the couch, Lily snuggled up to him and fell asleep. Rita smiled to the sight but saw Lincoln's tattoo and was not happy.
"So, I see you got a tattoo. Normally I'm against them, but since you're doing work here, I guess it's your life." Rita said as she sat on the couch with Lincoln and Lily. The three talked for a good hour and a half until Lincoln's phone started to ring. "Hello?" Lincoln answered as he recognized the voice on the other side of the phone.
"Hey Lincoln. Listen, we need you for another assignment here in Lyon, France. I'll wire another 10 million to your account if you can do it. This job is a bit tricky, but I have faith in you." Axel said as Lincoln smiled and hung up the phone. Rita heard the whole conversation and knew what Lincoln had to.
"So, I see you gotta go to France for a job?" Rita said as he put Lily's head on her lap and let her sleep. "Yeah. The boss is paying 10 million dollars for it, if I complete it." Lincoln said as Rita's eyes went wide.
"That's a lot of money. If you gotta go do it, then go ahead. I'm not gonna stop you." Rita said as Lincoln hugged her and went to pack some fresh clothes.
Lincoln got up and checked his professional knife holster for his leg before his older sister came up behind him. "You working now, bro?"
Lincoln turned around to see Luna with her hands on her hips. "Yes. I am." Lincoln said before he quickly explained his work. It took a good 5 minutes for his explanation to hit Luna's ears.
After he was done, her jaw was open all the way. "Wow. Such a violent job, bro." Luna said as Lincoln kissed her cheek and smiled.
Lincoln then texted Axel to send Ines to pick him up here at the shop the next morning. Lincoln remembered he had about a thousand dollars of his cash stashed here at Tool's shop, so he decided to give it to his mom.
"Wait here for one second." Lincoln said as he went up the elevator and into Tool's room to recover his stack of money that Tool let his put up there. After he came back down, he put it in his mother's hand and smiled.
"That there is one thousand dollars in cash. You can pay the bills with that. You're welcome." Lincoln said as Rita couldn't believe that her son gave her money for bills. They were having trouble paying them, so this was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her.
"Thank you, honey." Rita said as she pulled Lincoln in for a hug and kissed him on the cheek; but what she didn't expect was his massive strength to squeeze her with a tight bear hug. "Anyway, I'm gonna take Lilster and Luna back to the hotel and let her sleep. So, we'll be leaving tomorrow anyway. I told the rest of the girls that we'd be gone for a couple days." Rita said as Tool volunteered to take her back to the hotel, leaving Lincoln to get his bag of clothes ready for the trip to France tomorrow. Ines also volunteered to teach Lincoln how to speak French as well, so it'd be helpful to be multilingual in the field.
Later, Tool came back and cooked shrimp and chicken Cajun fettuccine for dinner. As the two ate, Lincoln told Tool what Ines wanted to do with Lincoln when he was 18. Tool was surprised but decided to give Lincoln some good advice. "If you're really gonna have sex with Ines when you're 18, then you need to understand something. You gotta be a gentleman and be nice to her; that means no burping at the table, which I know you won't do and don't be rude." Tool said as Lincoln took a bite of shrimp.
"I know, I'm just nervous when the time comes. I mean, she can't have kids ever again. So, that's why she wants me to be her first good love." Lincoln said with a small smile.
"What do you mean, she can't have kids ever again?" Tool asked as Lincoln told him about when Ines was raped as a teenager and was stabbed in her nether regions, plus he also felt the firm scar too.
"Holy shit, that must've been rough for her." Tool said as he took a bite of pasta.
For the rest of the night, they played the knife game and worked on their forearms by lifting weights that Tool had set up in a different room, since the pasta was not good for them. Tool had a gut and was retired, but he didn't wanna be a couch potato either. The next morning came, the 29th of June, 2019 and Lincoln woke up around 5 am to do his regular routine of working out with the weights and pushups, sit-ups and hardcore shadow boxing for a good 45 minutes, until he heard Tool getting up, so he was able to take a quick shower before he was able to eat breakfast.
Tool knew Lincoln was a hell of a teenager to keep his body in shape and stick to that training. After his shower, Lincoln changed into a blue henley, black jeans and black boots that looked like work boots. "Morning Lincoln, want the same thing for breakfast or do you want a healthy protein shake?" Tool asked as Lincoln went to take his vitamin C, D, Iron, Calcium tablets that Toll Road made him take to keep his body in shape. After making the protein shake, Lincoln and Tool clanged their glasses together and enjoyed their breakfast before Lincoln's phone started ringing. He put down his glass and went to answer it; it was Ines.
"Hey Ines, what's up?" Lincoln asked as the sun started to rise around 6 am.
"Well, I'm on the way to that tattoo shop address you sent me. So, I should be there soon." Ines said as Lincoln smiled. "Okay, I'll be waiting." Lincoln said before hanging up.
"Was that your French friend?" Tool asked as he began to wash both glasses. "Yeah. She'll be here soon." Lincoln said before waiting with his bag of fresh clothes. After waiting for 15 minutes, a horn was heard from outside and Lincoln knew who it was; it was Ines, of course.
"See ya, Tool." Lincoln said before walking out the door to get in the 2016 BMW X1 with Ines.
"How's everything in France?" Lincoln asked the French woman as she drove. "It's good. Axel's paying me good money and I'm still a lonely woman, as usual." Ines said as she sighed as she sounded sad. The streets were empty, and no one was around, so Lincoln decided to lean over to kiss the woman on the cheek. "Remember what you said last year; you and me will have another sexual moment when I turn 18. Don't forget that." Lincoln said in her ear as she turned towards him and smiled at him playfully. Lincoln loved hanging out with her and enjoyed it anyway.
"Let's head to France now." Lincoln said in a soft voice before pecking Ines's lips once more. The two got back in the front seat and were on the way to the airfield. It was 6:30 am by the time they left New Orleans.
12 Hours Later
As soon as they landed, Ines and Lincoln were in her Peugeot 508 on the way to the Interpol Office while Lincoln looked at the evening countryside. It was 5 pm by the time they got to the office and made it to Axel's office. "Lincoln, it's good to see you again." Axel said as he saw Lincoln with a smile on his face. They shook hands and sat down. "Now, what's the job?" Lincoln asked as Axel grabbed the files from the file cabinet and gave them to Lincoln.
"Her name is Amelia Baran; a Polish-French woman who was in her mid-30's, that's an ex-JWK of Polish Special Forces AKA Army Commando's for English. She is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, and reconnaissance. She knows Krav Maga, Judo and Bare-Knuckle Fist Fighting, so I'd be careful with her. She's also built with a toned body, good muscles that make her look like a trained killer and she should not be underestimated." Axel said as Lincoln looked at the photo; Baran had long black hair, green eyes, stood 5 foot 11, wears a black t-shirt, black jeans and black combat boots on. Her description info said she had a tattoo of her JWK emblem on her neck; a red and black knife that had two hooks and looked like a 'P'.
"So, I need you to take her out and make sure we get a good report from Agents Bruyere and Collette. They'll escort you to Hotel Savoy Bern in Bern, Switzerland. I also have a surprise for you too. Follow me." Axel said as Lincoln did so and followed the man down two floors to the weapons vault. Once they arrived, Axel opened the vault and let Lincoln see the surprise; there was many briefcases that labeled each European country which contained each currency of 50,000 Euros for each individual case, suppressed pistols, ID's for those countries that made Lincoln look 21 and passports too.
"Now, let's get you your Switzerland case." Axel said as he grabbed it off the shelf and let Lincoln have a look. In the case was 50,000 Swiss franc, ID, passport and a suppressed HK45 compact pistol.
"You're all good to go. We have your room booked and ready for you when you arrive. I just need you to get there, wait for Baran to check in and then take her out in her own room. Okay?" Axel said as he handed Lincoln the Swiss briefcase. The 15-year-old nodded and shook Axel's hand.
"I booked you a nice spacious room for a week until it's done. She should book a room a day or two after you get there. So be careful." Axel said as handed Lincoln his briefcase. "Now, Agents Bruyere and Collette will escort you there. I wish you the best of luck." Axel said before shaking Lincoln's hand. Then, the agents escorted Lincoln to the train station and the three were on their way to Bern, Switzerland. As the three were on the train to the hotel in Bern, the agents went over the files.
"So, what martial arts do you know, Lincoln?" Bruyere asked as Lincoln opened his eyes and looked at the agent. "I know 7 types of Karate, Judo, Krav Maga, Jiujutsu, Hapkido, Aikido, Boxing, Taekwondo, Kickboxing, Capoeira and Eskrima. And what Axel said Baran knows only Krav Maga, Judo and Bare-Knuckle Fist Fighting, so she has a nasty surprise coming." Lincoln said as he chuckled darkly, creeping out the agents.
As they arrived in Switzerland, they got in a sedan, drove to the hotel and checked in to their respectable rooms. Lincoln got his own luxurious room while the two agents got one floor below Lincoln. As the 15-year-old walked into his hotel room, he got ready for bed since it was already close to 10 pm. The next morning on Tuesday, of June 30th, 2019, Lincoln woke up around 6:30 and did his early morning workout of shadow boxing, pushups, and squats before getting in the shower and getting dressed.
After his shower, he got dressed in a grey henley, blue jeans and black converse before laying down on the bed for another hour and a half.
After taking a nap, Lincoln took the phone and called down to the lobby. "Front desk speaking." The woman on the other end of the phone said in an Italian accent. "What time does breakfast start?" Lincoln asked as the lady looked on her end of the phone. "We start in 5 minutes. Would you like for me to add you to the list, Mr. Loud?" The woman asked as Lincoln smiled. "Sure. Whatcha got that's simple for breakfast?" Lincoln asked as the lady looked through the menu.
"We have eggs, toast, berries and juice. Would you like me to send that up to your room?" The woman asked as Lincoln smiled. "Yes. I see you also have an Italian accent. So, grazie, signora." Lincoln said in Italian as the woman was surprised.
"Nessun problema, signor Loud." The woman said as she hung up. Lincoln smiled as he waited for the room service to deliver his food.
Lincoln did more pushups, shadow boxing and squats for a good solid 10 minutes, until he heard knocking on the door. "Coming." Lincoln said as he grabbed some money from his case and his ID. He opened the door and saw a man who looked to be in his early 20's and the same height as Lincoln. "Room service." The man said kindly as he pushed the cart into Lincoln's room. "Do I have to pay?" Lincoln asked as the man shook his head.
"Okay, thanks." Lincoln said as he shook the man's hand, and the man left the room. Lincoln eyed his food and smiled; he then grabbed his plate of food, glass of juice and then sat at the table by the window to eat. As he was eating, he grabbed his radio and radioed Bruyere and Collette.
"Morning, Agents. I'll go down to the lobby later to get a drink. So, make sure to be by me, but not too close." Lincoln said as he waited for them to respond. "Okay, give us a shout when you're on the way downstairs." Collette said as Lincoln smiled. "10-4." Lincoln said as he continued eating.
Around 12 pm, Lincoln radioed the agents and told them he was heading downstairs. As he made it to the lobby, he went to the bar and ordered a hard Jack and Coke, leaving the agents to wonder why he was drinking alcohol. After waiting at a table and watching the front desk and making sure if a woman with a JWK tattoo on their neck walked in, he would find out. As he was drinking his beverage for a good 3 hours, Lincoln was gonna call it a day and go for a walk when a woman walked in, who was in her mid-30's, had long black hair, stood 5 foot 11 and even had a JWK tattoo on her neck!
"That's gotta be her." Lincoln whispered as he kept his eyes on her while making sure he was not seen suspicious at the same time. He listened in on the conversation that Baran and the front lady at the desk. "I need a room on the top floor and room service sent up in an hour. I'd appreciate it if it can be done soon." Baran said as she slipped 100 more Swiss franc along with the payment for her room.
"Certo, signora." The lady replied at the front desk, took the payment, and went to grab Baran's room key. Lincoln saw the room key and found what the room number was. Room 215, Lincoln thought as he reminded himself over and over. He went back to his room in a different elevator and made sure he wasn't caught following the Polish French woman. As he saw her entering her room from a distance, he noticed she was on the same floor as him, so he ran to his room and got his pistol ready to go.
He tucked in the back of his waistband and hid it. He then walked out and heard the room service cart coming, so he hid behind a wall and waited for the room service guy to come towards him. Just like clockwork, he walked towards him and Lincoln grabbed him, knocked him unconscious, gagged him and tied him up. He then kept him in the maintenance closet as Lincoln put on the man's clothes and his hat, put his own clothes on the cart shelf where no one could see them and immediately left the scene to deliver the cart to where the order was being sent to.
As he looked at the room service chart, he saw Baran's name and room number and he just smiled. "This is too easy." Lincoln whispered to himself and practiced saying 'Room service' in a German Accent to Baran when he got there.
As he got to her door, he prepared himself and knocked firmly. "Who is it?" Baran said from the other side of the door. "Room service." Lincoln said in a perfect but kind German Accent. Then, Lincoln kept a happy face as the door opened to Baran in her usual black clothes while brushing her hair. "Thanks for getting here so quick. C'mon in." Baran said in her light accent as Lincoln smiled and pushed the cart behind the hitwoman.
As he did, he pushed it out of the way towards the bed and waited. "You can leave it there. I appreciate it." She said as she had her back turned towards Lincoln as the 15-year-old dropped the act and pulled his gun out slowly and carefully from behind his back.
"Get on the ground, now. Onto your knees." Lincoln said firmly as he took off the hat and pointed the loaded gun at his target. "So, I take it that you're a hitman or an assassin out for my 50-million-dollar bounty?" Baran said as she didn't get on her knee's, but she turned around and put on a cocky grin. Lincoln was confused by the bounty; Axel didn't say anything about a bounty at all.
"What bounty are you talking about?" Lincoln asked as he kept the gun trained on her. "I'm a wanted hitwoman all around Europe, except Bulgaria since I paid them off with 2 million dollars. Plus, I'm a trained soldier with-" Baran was interrupted by Lincoln as he cocked the gun. "-Polish Army Commandos of Polish Special Forces, or The Regiment. I know that you're combat proficient and highly trained." Lincoln said as he didn't point the gun away at all.
Baran was impressed with Lincoln's knowledge about her; she wanted to see what else he knew, but Lincoln had other plans. "We gonna stand here or are you gonna kill me with boredom?" Lincoln asked as he put the gun down onto the nightstand and took his usual Renoji Dachi stance in Shotokan Karate, while Baran took a simple Krav Maga stance.
They stood in total silence until Baran came at Lincoln. Let's do this, Lincoln thought as he dodged Baran's Hammer fist strike and did a full foot sweep, that knocked her onto the ground. Then, Lincoln switched to Capoeira and did Ginga which confused Baran but didn't stop her. She then moved to do another Hammer strike, but then Lincoln did the Rasteira leg sweep on her and knocked her to the ground again.
"Stop with that fucking dance!" Baran yelled as she then punched Lincoln, but he dodged it, grabbed her arms and did a Harai Goshi on her. Lincoln then jumped up and kneed her super hard in the nose, dazing her completely. Baran wiped her nose before throwing a Haymaker punch at Lincoln, but he blocked it with a side block, wrapped his arms around her and rammed his knee into her gut, making her gasp for air. Then, Lincoln threw over his hip with a strong hip throw and onto the room service cart, smashing it.
Angry, Baran grabbed a steak knife from her silver wear and began to slice at Lincoln, missing entirely.
Lincoln grabbed the metal plate that they set the food on and smacked her hand and knocked the knife out of it. He then jabbed her throat with the webbing of his right hand; she then tried to knee him while trying to breath properly until he caught her knee, maneuvered, and rolled into a Sumi Gaeshi move onto the floor. The he got into a Rolling Knee Bar that Barney and Tool taught him and pulled tight until he heard a bone snap and crack.
"FUCK!" Baran cried as Lincoln rolled out of the move and went for his pistol to aim at Baran, who was holding her broken knee.
"What're you waiting for?! Kill me! That's what you were sent to do, right?!" Baran spat as Lincoln breathed in and out, before aiming for her head and pulling the trigger. Blood splattered onto the floor and Lincoln got his regular clothes on before hiding his gun in his waistband and quickly heading back to his room.
He then radioed the agents and told them the job was done. So, they immediately checked out and headed back to Interpol Headquarters. After they got back, Axel was waiting for Lincoln, and he was happy.
"Thank you for taking care of that. Now, I'll send you 5 million into your offshore bank account." Axel said before taking Lincoln's briefcase and putting it on the floor. But Lincoln still had one more question. "What about her 50-million-dollar bounty? She said she was wanted everyone in Europe." Lincoln asked as the man wondered himself.
"Well, I'll have my guy whose undercover check it out and I'll get back to you. But for now, you should head back to New Orleans." Axel said before shaking Lincoln's hand and leaving the room. Ines came in and smiled at Lincoln.
"Ready to go?" Ines asked as Lincoln smiled and nodded. The two headed back to the airfield and got onto the jet to head back to New Orleans. After the long 12-hour flight home, it was Wednesday, July 1st of 2019, and early around 4 am. Lincoln was glad he slept on the jet ride back, since he was gonna go to sleep for another 3 hours before getting up for a nice summer of relaxation and exercise with the guys. After arriving at Toll's place, Ines and Lincoln kissed once more before smiling at each other. "Bye." They said in unison before Lincoln got out and headed inside with his bag. He walked in and didn't see Toll Road anywhere, so he went into his room, got in his sleepwear, and went to sleep until the sun rose.
It was the 5th of August, Wednesday, 2019 and 5 days until Lincoln and his friends all starts High School together. He was nervous, but he knew it was for the best to get a good education. He was going through his school supplies when Toll Road called him for Lunch. Lincoln went to the kitchen to eat soup and sandwiches with the man.
"So, Tool told me you went to Switzerland to take care of another job from one of Bonaparte's friends." Toll Road said as he plated up a ham, turkey and cheese sandwich and tortilla soup for him. "Yeah. I had to take out this bitch that was Polish Special Forces and was a tough whore to beat. But I took care of it by knocking out her room service guy, taking his job and acting as the room service to get close to her. It was easy as pie." Lincoln said as he took a bite of his soup.
"Well, that sure was smart. I mean, you did get close to her and you did kill her." Toll said with a smile.
For the next 4 days, Lincoln had been working on his calves, quads, glutes and his back at the gym with Lee, Toll and Barney since they wanted him to look good before going back to school. Lincoln's body was more and more noticeable as the day's past; and every Expendable knew it was because of him staying away from the junk food.
As Sunday night approached, Lincoln was getting his nightwear on after his shower when Toll Road came in. He never noticed Lincoln's new tattoo and wanted to see when he got it. "When did you get the wolf tattoo?" Toll asked as he leaned against the wall. "I got it when you guys went to Africa. Why?" Lincoln asked as Toll shrugged his shoulders.
"I thought it looked cool. Even though we told you that you could've gotten the 'Expendables' trademark tattoo as soon as you complete your first field operation with us." Toll said as Lincoln smiled. "I know. I just wanted to have some basic ink beforehand. Do you not like this one?" Lincoln said as Toll smiled. "It's fine." Toll said as he looked at the time.
"Time to hit the sack. See you in the morning." Toll said with a yawn as Lincoln crawled under the covers.
The next Monday morning of August 10th, 2019, Lincoln woke up around 5:30 am and went to take a shower. As he was in the bathroom, he noticed his body was firmer and more built. "Goddamn, I'm liking my body more and more." Lincoln said to himself as he jumped in the shower.
After he was done, he went to get dressed in his blue and black button-up shirt, black jeans and black shoes before taking a quick 45-minute nap. After his nap, he woke up to get some breakfast with Toll Road, who was cooking eggs, English muffins and fruit bowls. "I can't believe today's my first day of being a freshman. I'm nervous as fuck right now, Toll." Lincoln said as he took a bite of eggs.
"Okay, first; chill out and second of all, it's okay to be nervous for your first day of high school. I was nervous on my first day of high school. Trust me, high school is not easy to get through." Toll said as he ate some of his food.
"Let's just get our breakfast over with." Lincoln said with a small smile as the two ate their breakfast before talking for a good hour and thirty-five minutes, until it was ten minutes to eight o'clock. "We better get to the school. Melanie got good news and told me her brother is the principal of Benjamin Franklin High School." Toll said with a smile on his face.
The two left to head to the school just right up the street. As soon as they arrived, they saw Melanie and another gentleman who was an inch shorter than her, who was Stephen Landry. He had brown combed hair, black eyes, a sharp nose and an athlete's body who wore a blue suit with a dark blue tie and brown dress shoes. "Morning Josh. This is my brother, Stephen and the new principal of Benjamin Franklin High School." Melanie said as Toll Road shook Stephen's hand.
"Now, this is Josh's son, Lincoln Loud. He is now enrolled here at the school. At any time if you feel like taking him out and enrolling him in the online program just in case, then let Stephen and me know." Melanie said before Lincoln and Stephen shook hands.
"Why don't we go get your schedule set up." Mr. Landry said as Lincoln followed him inside the building and to the office. Lincoln waited for 5 minutes until Mr. Landry came out with Lincoln's classes on a piece of paper with his school login for the computers as well. "Now, school starts at 8:50 and we get out 1:00 from Monday's, Tuesday's, and Friday's while on Wednesdays and Thursday's, we start at 8:50 as well but we get out at 12:15. I'm pleased to have a nice young man like you here at my school. My sister and her friend, Madeline told me about you and your excellent grades. If you keep that up, you might be able to graduate early as a Junior." Mr. Landry said with a smile as Lincoln grinned and looked at his classes while waiting for the bell to ring.
"Let's see, I have Personal Finance, World Literature, American Sign Language, Algebra 1, Dance, Gymnastics, Lunch, Chemistry and US History." Lincoln said to himself as he breathed a sigh. This was not gonna be easy, Lincoln thought as he went to his first class which was Personal Finance. As he walked down the hallway to find his first class, he saw a familiar face; it was Becky!
"Becky? What're you doing here?" Lincoln asked as she was dressed in her basic blue t-shirt, black jeans and brown shoes. "Hey Lincoln. I got a job here as a personal teacher's assistant." Becky said as she hugged the 15-year-old.
"That's cool. I'm trying to find my first class, Mr. Rivera. Do you know where he is?" Lincoln asked as he showed Becky the sheet of paper, before pointing down the hall. "Down there and to your left. I've been here this past week learning the layout of the school." Becky said as Lincoln smiled before getting to his first class.
As soon as he entered the class, he saw 6 familiar faces.
"Hey guys!" Lincoln said as he high fived his 5 friends and kissed his boyfriend. They all talked for a good 20 minutes before Mr. Rivera, a chubby Latino teacher who was in his early 40's walked in. He had black scruffy hair, green eyes, little muscle, wore glasses, a white dress shirt, black dress pants and brown dress shoes. "Settle down everyone. Let's get our supplies out to start Personal Finance." He said in a thick accent as everyone in the class got out their supplies. "Now, we'll go over the roster." He continued as everyone knew this was basic, but hey; it was school.
Lincoln knew High School was not gonna be easy. But he decided to get it over with. Bring it on High School, Lincoln mentally thought.
A/N: Ole!
I hope you like all the fixed changes I've made and the better writing I've put into this.
Now, I gotta get going, but as always, I shall see you in the next one…ADIOS AMIGOS!
