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This was definitely new for us all. Hollywood, basically the 70s. The era of bell bottoms, cultural change and technological change. A part of me was excited to basically be going back to the beginning of bell bottoms and afros as well as seeing what activists and other historical events. I looked through my closet realizing I had nothing to wear in this era, and I was sure the boys didn't either. As I continued to eye the row of clothes I had, I heard a soft knock coming from the doorway of my room. I leaned back some and noticed it was Axel standing there. I motioned for him to come in and he did.

"I know it doesn't take you all long to get ready. But I assure you I am almost ready." I replied. Axel stared at me for a moment with a tilt of his head, eyes soft and curious as he looked me over.

"1969… is still different from this time." he pointed out. I nodded looking at him now with a casual smile.

"It will be alright. I will find us a place close to the target and we will get close to help us blend in." I replied, but as I spoke he shook his head stepping into the closet.

"No. We will do that for you. We will handle everything." he said. I arched a brow at him wondering where that came from.

"Why, that's not your job." I pointed out and he looked down some at the floor contemplating and he looked back up at me.

"You just get us there and get us home. We will do everything. We have agreed on it." he said. I looked at him confused.

"What's brought this on?" I asked. Basically they wanted to be in charge of everything and that was very unusual. Axel tilted his head gently to the side, eyes gazing down at me.

"We just don't want you to worry about this mission is all." he responded calmly. I arched a brow. Maybe this was their way of somehow trying to make it back up to me now that I had returned.

"You all don't speak on missions though-" however he still raised his hand waving it slight as if to say no.

"You let us worry about that. We will handle everything. Think of it as a vacation." he replied. I crossed my arms chuckling some.

"Right, I vacation while you guys go out killing." I replied. He nodded with enthusiasm.

"Perfect." he replied and gently caressed my neck before turning and leaving the room. As I watched him leave, I remembered the boy, Five and our conversation. Should it matter to bring up the information I learned from him? Was my future with that strange kid altered now that I knew what I knew? Plus, the boys and I were back together so I guess it didn't really matter.

Within an hour, I had packed a few clothes, mainly crop tops, tanks and jeans with a few sandals and was ready to go. I met the boys in the living room. Oscar and Otto were just smiling at me with excitement. I smiled at them looking at Oscar.

"You feed the kittens and change their litter box?" I asked. He nodded once.

"Done." he replied. I smiled and looked at Otto who just smiled down at me lovingly. You big ol' teddy bear. Axel approached finally and we all were dressed and ready. The boys looked at each other nodding to themselves before all eyes were on me. Oscar took my left hand, Otto took my right, and Axel placed his hand on my cheek, gently grazing his knuckles over my cheek before moving down to touch my shoulder. I smiled at him in response and with his other hand he held up the paper with the coordinates. I had already looked them up online and put the mental image and coordinates together and just like that we were gone.

As I felt the ground beneath my feet again, I opened my eyes to make sure the boys and I were still together. The air smelled different and we all looked up at the bright blue sky. We were in between two buildings. Axel began to walk toward the closest side walk and we followed. The second we came out, my eyes flexed some. Older cars were driving past on the streets and large windowed stores were everywhere. I was glad to be wearing a bland white t-shirt and jeans. I wouldn't stand out as much. But the Swedes were another story. People were walking by in their older clothes, nothing too unexpected, but were eyeing us immediately. However, my boys weren't bothered. Their faces were unreadable, as they usually were on missions, and I leaned over to Axel who leaned in to me some.

"We need to be careful about speaking Swedish. I don't know how people will take to foreigners and we need clothes we ALL need clothes." I replied. Axel nodded and leaned up looking around some before motioning his head across the street to a boutique. We walked across the street and I examined the store more. It looked nice and clean and I could both black and white families inside. It had a beautiful drawing of Sharon Tate walking a white poodle on the window. I winced a bit. That's right this is the year she would be murdered by cult members of the Manson Family. Poor woman is about eight months pregnant by now. Sick fucks. I entered first and the brothers followed behind me like they were my body guard. A few of the sales women looked at us as if were aliens.

I moved through the aisles already knowing I wanted crop tops of this era. I wanted dresses and high leather boots. The boy stuck to me not bothering to move about too much. It wasn't like we were in an entirely different place in time so it wasn't too hard to find things I liked.

"Are you guys Russian?" a brunette woman asked. The boys looked at her and I did the same. She was chewing gum, blowing large bubbles and popping it while she twirled a lock of her hair over her middle finger. Her eyes stared up at Otto who just looked down at her as if he was looking through her. Oh shit, there weren't any issues with the USSR right now were there? Think fast!

I cleared my throat.

"Um no. They're actually Swedish male models coming to do underwear work." I replied and her eyes popped. And all three brothers whipped their heads at me as if disgusted but I shrugged.

"Really! Oh my god! Debbie come over here, underwear models and they're Swedish!" she yelled jumping some.

"MODELS!" a high-pitched voice yelled. This must have been Debbie. A blonde curly haired girl came around the corner of the aisle and looked over at the Swedes now before gasping. "Far out! Real Swedish models. I'm sure you guys are going to party hardy at all the biggest parties!"

"Gonna do a little coke with actors and actresses?" the brunette asked with a smirk.

"Maybe go to sex parties and drink until you black out!" Debbie added, the excitement still evident. The boys were definitely overtaken by their fast-paced talking. I knew I had to save them.

"Ladies! Where can we find some clothes for these gentlemen?" I asked. Both girls looked at each other and muttered to themselves in response before looking at me.

"You should go to Vince's Suite store. They have all kinds of stuff for men." Debbie said. Axel looked at me and nodded and I nodded back.

"Thank you ladies, I need to try on some of these clothes so I can get my clients ready." I replied. The young girls who couldn't be any older than seventeen gladly helped me pick out different clothes from skirts to dresses to shorts and halter tops. I definitely wanted clothes to take home. I came out in the final outfit I would be wearing around town, a white mini skirt with a tiger print blouse with brown boots.

All three boys looked me over, their eyes popping as I gave a twirl. The girls clapped for me.

"Oh my god you could be a model too! You know a lot of African American girls are getting gigs to act and model now." Debbie announced. I thanked the girls for their time and moved up to the boys.

"Well?" I asked. All three boys slowly nodded their approval and I grinned knowing the looks on their faces were going to turn very primal fast. I open my hand out to Axel and he already knew what I wanted. He removed his wallet and handed me the cash to pay for the clothes and I grabbed them and headed up to the counter. As the girls took the money they asked me if I would mention them to any agents I met. Poor girls. I promised them I would and before I finished paying I saw a pair of sunglasses on the rack behind them. They were tortoise colored sunglasses with a splash of blue. I had to have them, so I bought them too. After getting directions to this suit shop I walked out of the store with multiple bags in my hand and just sighed happily. I did not mind this at all. The boys followed out behind me and they continued to eye my body.

"We are going to need a car, if we are going to get you guys clothes." I replied. The brothers now looked at each other before looking around at the places around us. Otto pat Axel's shoulder and motioned his head toward a gas station down the street. Axel nodded and Otto just began to walk down the street. Oscar and Axel stayed behind and I just looked at them confused. What was he up to? I thought about asking after ten minutes had passed and we were just standing here until finally, a red Chevrolet truck approached and inside was Otto smiling quite happily with himself. Oscar smirked evilly before moving to take his bag off his back and get into the passenger's side. We all packed ourselves into the front and forced my bags on the floor at Axel's feet.

"Don't step on these." I playfully commanded and he just smirked in response. I then clapped once. "Alright, Otto got us a ride now you find us a place to lay low at."

The boys nodded and Otto drove on down the semi busy street.

Author's Notes

Sorry for the late update. Been too tired to write as of late with everything going on. Hope you are all staying safe!