Hello everybody! Oltierra here! I hope you enjoy the fic!
Nate P.O.V
2. Evil Plans!
My phone beeped beside me, on the bench where I was sitting in a small garden to the right of the old mansion, where Tala was having his party. I flicked my phone open and smirked to myself as I read the message:
All set here. They don't suspect a thing. Awaiting your arrival. C xx
An image of my fellow pranker sitting in a spy-movie style base of operations, on a swivel chair, facing some computer monitors and laughing evilly, popped into my mind. By this time I was so excited that I practically ran to the back door of the manor, to let myself in, with a good old hairpin. Sprinting down the corridors, I didn't bother being quiet: they would not be able to hear me, and even if they did, it was a manor with the Blitzkrieg Boys inside, needless to say, running was normal.
I found the secret base after only two wrong turnings, and a brief encounter with a solid wall. The pain never had a chance to register, as I was too high on my own cunning plans. I swiped my key card in the door and it swung open to reveal two black leather swivel chairs and enough monitors and interesting red buttons to make the FBI jealous!
Charlotte was sitting in one of the chairs, a giant grin on her face that spelt out g-u-i-l-t-y. A similar smile was on my own features, and I was physically trembling from anticipation.
"They bought it?"
"Absolutely!" We high-fived and collapsed in a fit of giggles. Finally I dragged myself up into the spare chair and faced the monitors. Displayed on the screens were security-camera feeds, complete with time and date in the bottom right corner. There was a movement in the central screen, where Bryan appeared to be terrorising Shrimp –as Charlotte called him- and Spencer was attempting to call in the cavalry a.k.a Tala. But to no avail. Tala was away with the unicorns and rainbows, in other words, he was spinning through the streamers in the ball room, which was doubling as a serious party room.
"It looks like some people are arriving." I whispered under my breath, and my smile grew. A car had pulled up in the drive, and out pilled the Bladebreakers, my own wonderful, dearly loved, traitorous, deeply annoying and weird on occasion team. They had expressly forbidden my attendance at Tala's party, 'in order to protect me!' Apparently they thought it best that I stay at home, and not go near any drunken Russians. All because of some incident while we were all on holiday in Austria, in which Tala made it perfectly clear that I was in debt to him, after he saved my life from a psycho Bryan. It's a long story. But anyway, Tala and my charming team are going to regret it!
"We should get changed." Charlotte's voice broke through my thoughts and I glanced over my shoulder to look at the midnight-black cat-suits up against the back wall, complete with masks.
"Awesome!"
"Yeah? It took ages to find them." The suits were hanging above a mountain range of various snacks, including what appeared to be a lake of microwave pizza and a snowstorm of popcorn. Sweetened not salted. We had been hoarding all this food ever since we had found out the location, and hatched our crafty plan. I took up one of the suits and went to go and try it on in the bathroom down the corridor.
I now feel like a true secret agent/criminal. Even more so when I slip into the chair in front of the monitors and fix the mask in place. Call me Bond, James Bond. Charlotte and I exchange a superhero-esk look, involving a raised eyebrow and a sharp nod of the head. Try it, it is great fun! Then we sank into a world of craziness that we would ever forget, never, even with medical help.