Signed Anonymous : Finding the Ferry Girl
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I
Winston Patrick yawned, his muscles sagging. The taste of a hot pocket was still fresh on his lips, and the grease was still fresh on his face. He slipped on his magnifying goggles and went to work with his tweezers. Spread out across his work table was C4. And lots of it.
He bit his lips, twisting wires around each other intricately. He wiped sweat off of his forehead. He was only seventeen, and he was already doing this. Sure, some might say what he's doing is wrong... but since when was a quarter million dollars wrong?
Vrm... Vrm...
Winston jerked back, his goggles fogging up as he clutched his heart. Jesus Christ! He backed up, his chair scraping as he dug into his pants. He pulled out his cell phone, frowning. Only one other person had his number, and that was his mother.
Hello Hack.
Small brown eyes narrowed. The number came up as a bunch of symbols.
This is the Ferry Girl. No lie.
The redhead rubbed his nose, closing his eyes He didn't know whether or not to type back. Was it really Her? He only did work for Anonymous, and his phone was protected with too many illegal scramblers to count.
Anonymous needs you. Meet me at the Stardust Diner in a half an hour.
His phone froze, pink eyes staring at him from his hacked screen. Winston's heart beat in his chest as he scrambled out of his chair, finding his overcoat. He tugged it on, slipping his cell phone in his pocket. The last thing he did was slip on some sunglasses as he locked the door behind him.
II
Rick Costello lit a cigarette, nodding as music played across his headphones. He swung his hips, winking at the ladies who passed him by. He was only seventeen, and the older women already wanted him.
He felt someone poke him on the back. His animalistic reflexes making him grab the wrist of the person behind him. He whirled around, pulling the perpetrator towards him. As it turns out, it was a woman. Her dark blue eyes pierced his, her pink lips curling upwards.
Her hair was long, sleek, and black, and she smiled at him, her cheeks red.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just a bit—"
He was cut off when those pink, juicy lips pressed themselves against his. Rick's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat as her hands skimmed over his belt. Just when he decided to close his eyes and start to deepen the kiss, maybe add a little tongue, she pulled away, her face flushed. She looked a little cute. She leaned forward, her breath tickling his ear.
"I love your work, Slash." Rick's body was covered in goose-bumps. "Meet the Ferry Girl at the Stardust Diner in a half an hour. Sit next to the portly redhead and wait for her."
She left, just as mysteriously as she came, leaving a flustered Slash.
III
The clock ticked loudly on the wall. The Mercenary was hunched over, sitting in the hard wooden chair in Yusuke's office. He hadn't said a word since he had been taken from the safe house. The Head of CIA sighed. Hiei was an iron-faced man. The little guy wasn't keen on emotions, but he looked like a puppy that had been dumped in the rain. Well, he didn't have watery eyes and stuff like that. He was just so silent... the rage was coming off of him in sparks.
"I'll give you everything you need." Yusuke leaned forward, across the desk. "Files, everything." Hiei still didn't say anything. "If you want to get Kurama back, to find Anonymous... you'll need me. You're no good at computers."
"The Ferry Girl..."
"What?"
Hiei's eyes dragged themselves from his folded hands to the brown eyes of his old friend.
"The Ferry Girl was going to come to the house. I don't know who she is... but she was supposed to meet with him."
Yusuke massaged his temples.
"The Ferry Girl? Are you sure?" Hiei nodded. "Wow." Yusuke bit his lip. "The Ferry Girl... Jesus Christ. You were going to meet her?"
"If I have to repeat myself, Yusuke, I'm going to lose my mind."
The Head of the CIA raised his hands, leaning back in his chair.
"Okay, okay, don't get your panties all up in a bunch." Yusuke sighed. "The Ferry Girl, she's been a reoccurring name in the internet happenings. She's a close alliance with the internet vigilante group, Anonymous, but she's got a reputation for being the 'savior' of sorts." He took a short breath. "If you want to find Kurama, you've got to find her."
Hiei blinked, his eyes steely.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
Yusuke smiled, seeing the ruthless Mercenary emerging once more.
"Go here." He slid a manilla folder towards him. "She's there every night. All the b-tards go there, hoping to maybe catch a glance, even if they don't know it, of the Ferry Girl."
Hiei took the folder, opening it. His features darkened, his inner killer coming back as he stood up, stalking out of the CIA headquarters as he searched the streets for Club V.
IV
Winston sat in a booth, sipping his water. He tapped his fingers, his back hunched as he stared at the droplets of water on his glass. He was about to pull out his ipod when a teenager sat down in his booth.
"Who are you?"
Hack narrowed his eyes, his sunglasses sliding down his nose. The shorter boy glared at him.
"Piss off. I'm just meeting a... a friend here. I'll be gone before you can eat another doughnut."
Winston's freckles glowed as a rouge blush spread across his cheeks.
"Find another table!"
"I can't, Gingersnap!"
"Get outta here, Super Mario!"
"Excuse me." A woman was standing at their table. Rick's eyebrows shot up, Winston trying to act as cool as he knew how to. "Could you, uh, please scoot over?"
Rick was the one who moved fast enough, not hiding his eyes from traveling up her legs, stopping at the fabric of her short skirt. The woman had long blue hair, her pink eyes solemn and quite serious.
"Are you... are you...?"
She crossed her legs under the table, Rick suddenly remembering why he was there at all, taking his eyes off of her body. He started to wring his hands as she nodded, her eyes very hard.
"I am." She took a deep breath, taking a swig of Winston's water. "No one has actually seen me as... me in a long while." Her eyes were hooded, a bit misty before she shook herself. "The President is being held hostage in the White House, and you two are his only hope."
Slash frowned, not wanting to admit that adrenalin was making him lose blood flow to his head.
"What are you on, lady?" Winston's eyes widened at the indiscretion being used by the rowdy Italian to the Ferry Girl. "Yeah, I do some vendetta shit for Anonymous, but the fucking President? Are you out of your mind?"
"Slash, you should be grateful that Anonymous has found a use for your talents!" Her voice had turned sharp as a diamond blade. "I'm not asking you to do this for Anonymous, I'm asking you to do this for your country! For the way that we live, dammit!"
Hack suddenly found his voice, summoning the guttural tone he saved for intimidation purposes.
"You're Slash?"
"Yeah." The kid nodded, his head held high. "What do you care?"
"You give Anonymous the bad press that is keeping them on the run, asshole!"
Just before the two boys could break out in a violent brawl, the Ferry Girl quickly grabbed the by the collars, throwing a twenty on the table and shuffling them out of there. She pushed them out to the sidewalks, throwing herself between them.
"Just shut up for a minute, okay?" The blue haired girl closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "This isn't a game anymore. Anonymous is running from the government while we're trying to convince them it wasn't us. Meanwhile, the President is trapped in the oval office. No food or water. Three days and he's dead. Who knows what else these rogues have planned, but I need your help."
Slash hung his head, his shoulders sagging.
"I'm in."
All eyes turned to the legendary Hack. The redhead gazed on all the unknowing citizens of Washington D.C.. This was his chance to be... to be a hero.
"Me too."
V
Hiei came to what looked like a deserted building. He waited outside for fifteen seconds. Soon, a door opened, a masked man stepping out. His mask was a Guy Fawkes mask, his big black arms flexing as he looked up and down at the Mercenary.
"When did you make your reservation, little man?"
If looks could kill Hiei would have been a mass murderer.
"Last Thursday."
It was a secret password of sorts.
"That's what they all say."
He opened the door, putting his hand on Hiei's back as he ushered him inside. The Mercenary was being directed down a very narrow hallway that was going downward. Hiei was surprised that the... bouncer could even fit with his bulging muscles.
Suddenly it opened up into a very spacious room. Hiei saw that it wasn't so much of a club than it was a lounge. People stood around, speaking half in English, half in Code. The walls were painted with blue creatures and figures of Anonymous. Then black men with afros, and cats. Cats were a big thing in Club V.
Today, however, it struck Hiei as more quiet than usual. Hiei sat down at bar, ordering a Coke as he did what he did best. He listened.
"So did you hear that Anonymous is being framed?"
"The President is held in the White House. But... if that's true than what is the government doing? How come the public doesn't know yet?"
Hiei frowned as he continued to listen.
"The Ferry Girl has gone under too. She's been offline for a long time, or if she is online, she isn't making a difference on the /b/. I think Anonymous has contacted her for help."
"That's good. The Ferry Girl can't be brought down. She created everything."
Hiei stood up and walked to the hallway that said "Restrooms". The Mercenary slipped into another skinny hallway, having to turn sideways in some areas so that he could fit through. He came to a wall, but Hiei knew better. Nothing it what is seems, Hiei. The dead are walking and Kurama is missing. This is not a wall!
The Mercenary pulled out white flour and threw it at the wall. He waved away the puffs and he smiled when the cracks of the hidden door came into view. Sliding out his sword, Hiei let himself in.
VI
"Just keep quiet and pay attention." Tied her hair up in a ponytail, her eyes narrowing as she unrolled a large blueprint. "This is the White House." She pointed to a room at the front of the building. "That's the Oval Office, where the President is being held captive."
Rick narrowed his eyes.
"It's not all that hard to get access to. Not when we can use the sewers."
Winston shook his head.
"Surely, these rogue hackers have it guarded though."
"Look, we all can't be fat bombers now can we?"
"Hey, at least I'm not a bloodthirsty monster!"
"Would you two shut up?" The Ferry Girl threw up her hands, glaring at the two teenagers. "Anonymous told me to contact you because Anonymous thought you were the best of the best." Her pink eyes were flashing, dagger just waiting to fly out from behind them. "Are you telling me that Anonymous has made a mistake? Divided by zero?"
The two boys stopped their bickering, hushed and intimidated by the legendary Ferry Girl. Her blue hair swayed, and Rick sighed.
"Sorry."
Winston nodded, as if agreeing with Rick and absorbing his shame. Botan rolled up the blueprints.
"Good. I need Koenma back. Soon. As in days. Okay?" They both nodded. "Good. I'll phone Anonymous right away and—"
"Don't move." A chilling voice came from behind the vigilante adults. Rick's eyes were shining, his hand on his dagger as Winston felt a major amount of blood fly away from his face. "Turn around slowly, and you, Ferry Girl, give Kurama Shuiichi back if you know what's good for you."
VII
Hiei found himself glaring at the three of them. He hated them. So much. Anyone who messed with his friends might as well have taken a swing at the Mercenary himself. Nobody gets away with kidnapping Kurama. Nobody. Hiei had the gun pointed at the woman, the back of her heard very stiff when she heard his voice. The other two boys almost swayed towards each other, like they were going to hold each other for comfort.
Then she turned around.
His heart constricted painfully, the air rushing out of his lungs like he had just fallen down two flights of stairs. Every part of him hurt as he saw those frightened pink eyes staring into his very soul.
"Hiei... just put the gun down."
The Mercenary jerked at her serene voice, her fair complexion and beautiful face. His arms jerked wildly as his body obeyed her request as his mind snarled and hissed for his own limbs to follow his orders as he put the gun down on the ground.
"Fu–... Damn..."
It was hard to get the mere words out. He spat, his tongue hurting.
"Go, get out of here." She was talking to the two boys, who were watching him in horror as he jerked about violently. "NOW!" The lean and shorter boy ran out, the taller, more portly one staring wide-eyed at the Mercenary before the other man came back, pulling out his comrade. "Hiei... do you know who I am?"
Yes. No. Yes... he knew her. His body knew her. It was ingrained into his being as to who she was. Her face, her lips, her hair, her body, her eyes, he knew it all by heart. But who she was... he had only seen her once before. In that diner, that fateful day when his life officially began to spiral out of control into insanity.
"Mmf! MMF! NO! Y-YES!"
Her eyes softened, but they did not lose their wariness.
"Hiei, I want you to hit the gun away from you." His arm lurched forward and swiftly obeyed her voice. "Thank you." His heart sped up at her thanks, though he knew he didn't give two craps if she was happy with him or not. "Hiei, I'm the Ferry Girl."
As if he had been shot, the Mercenary dropped to the floor, on both knees as his chest slowly expanded and shrank as he struggled to maintain his breathing.
"F-Ffff..."
His mouth had gone dry as he stared at her. Something was wrong with him.
"Sh." She kneeled down, a rush of pride and the air that she was flawless. She touched him, sending sparks all of his very confused body. Sparks of gratefulness, love, and devotion that came from somewhere in his subconscious. Then there were the flames of loathing, rage, and pure intention of harm that coursed through his veins that made him choke at her mere contact with his skin. "I want you to calm down."
His red eyes jerked back and forth as his inner body obeyed. His heart slowed down and his lungs stopped moving fast. Chemicals were released that were made to soothe him, but his eyes still shook. His mind was still racing as she drew closer to him, his muscle spasms ricocheting throughout his system.
"N-n... G-g..."
"It's okay." She sounded, to the extent of Hiei's knowledge, like a mother. Or... more like an angel. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Ku-Ku-Ku—"
"Kurama?"
VIII
Get the kids out, get the kids out. Botan kept repeating that mantra, even though she herself was only nineteen. Get Winston and Rick out of here!
"Just put the gun down."
Her hand extended out, as if she had the Mercenary under a powerful spell. Like magic, he buckled, his teeth grinding as he tried to fight the subliminal messaging. Her eyebrows were pushed together tightly, as if her concentration was keeping Hiei Jaganshi under control. The two teens beside her were practically shaking in their boots, not knowing where they had landed, what world they were in.
Winston and Rick, who were constantly at each other's throats because of their rivalry, were suddenly clutching each other. Botan never let her pink eyes leave the trembling Mercenary as she hissed at Hack and Slash.
"Go. Get out of here. NOW!"
It took a few seconds, but the command sank in, and the two boys were nothing but swift when it came to following it. The Ferry Girl kneeled down so she was even with Kurama's best friend.
"Ku-Ku-Ku—"
"Kurama? Are you trying to say Kurama?"
The pain that was once in his red eyes suddenly disappeared. Botan's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as the Mercenary leaned forward, pinning her to the ground. His left hand crept up to her slender neck as rage gleamed in his eyes. The Ferry Girl's mouth fell open as oxygen was getting cut off by Hiei's tightening fist.
"Y-You will g-give me Kurama!" His voice was choppy as his mind struggled to gain control over the one thing that was overpowering his subconscious. Hiei's heart. "Now!" His fist pulled back. "I'll crush you! I will kill you if you d-d-d-don't comply!"
IX
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p.s. Winston Patrick and Rick Costello are OC. Yes. I know I never use them, but this time I am. Sorry. I really like them, and I hope you will get to like them too. Do you? Do you want them removed or more screen time? Please tell me!