Early the new morning the Bad Wolf and Oncoming Storm woke in each other's arms standing up and stretching before checking whether Joshua and Jacob were awake.
The pair were pottering around the lab, sorting out the machinery and whatever else they needed for the cloning process.
"Plan?" The Bad Wolf whispered.
"Nope," the Oncoming Storm replied.
"Just the way we do things," she said grinning.
They burst through the door and Jacob paled when he caught sight of them.
"Oh bother…" he muttered. "Uhh… Josh…"
"What?" Joshua asked annoyed, as he was busy sorting through some files.
"We've got company," Jacob said. Joshua turned round and rolled his eyes.
"Oh brilliant," he shot at his brother. "Thanks for making sure they weren't following us."
"This was not my fault!" Jacob shouted back. "Do not pin this on me!"
"It's not your fault?" Joshua asked incredulously. "It was the one thing I asked you to do!"
"Look as much as we'd love to stay and watch this little domestic, we've got a cloning process to stop, so if you'll just excuse us," the Bad Wolf said clicking her tongue and going to smash up the container with their power inside.
"I suppose I might as well tell you if you're going to stop us," Joshua said annoyed. "Our boss already has some of the power, just in case this should happen, so even if you stop us, you'll have to deal with him as well."
"Thanks," the Oncoming Storm said as he and the Bad Wolf continued to smash up the machinery and important files and the such.
"What did you tell them that for?" Jacob shouted at his brother. "They wouldn't have realised otherwise!"
"Yeah and if they hadn't got to our boss we'd be dead," Joshua said calmly back. "Now we have time to get away, so MOVE!"
The pair scurried out of the building and the Bad Wolf watched them go.
"Do you think we should go after them?" She asked.
"Nah," the Oncoming Storm shrugged. "Karma will get them."
"Karma?" Asked the Bad Wolf raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know, that thing that makes the universe conspire to try and kill us," the Oncoming Storm grinned at her. "Well it does do some good."
The Bad Wolf nodded. Once they had finished destroying the vital equipment they sat down to catch their breath and to discuss their plan of action rather than just storming in.
"First of all we need to find out where the boss is," the Oncoming Storm said.
"And who she is," the Bad Wolf replied back.
"He," the Oncoming Storm corrected.
"She," the Bad Wolf remained adamant.
"Fine whatever," the Oncoming Storm rolled his eyes.
"I win," the Bad Wolf grinned.
"You so do not," the Oncoming Storm shook his head. "I just don't want to continue this argument."
"So I win," the Bad Wolf sang in an annoying voice.
"Fine yes, you win, can we continue with our grown up conversation please, you child?" he Oncoming Storm asked.
"Yup, now that I've won," the Bad Wolf nodded. The Oncoming Storm chose not to rise to the bait.
"Right, so do we-"
"Oh you might want to look at this," the Bad Wolf threw a file at the Oncoming Storm who caught it and opened it.
"Mrs. Polly Hipp, residing at one nine two apple grove," the Oncoming Storm looked at the Bad Wolf with a distinctly peeved face. "And you decided not to mention this-"
"Until I'd won the argument," she finished. "Yeah."
"If it weren't for the fact that you already know I love you I would have to say that I hate you right now you annoying little-"
"Shall we go?" Asked the Bad Wolf bounding towards the door. The Oncoming Storm followed still a little annoyed that he was constantly being outwitted by a human who shouldn't even possess the power that she did.
"Hey!" He called and she stopped looking back at him. "Maybe we should think about it."
"Why?" The Bad Wolf asked confused.
"Well it was all a little too easy," the Oncoming Storm continued. "Maybe we were meant to do all this and by finding that very convenient file and going off to find this woman we're playing right into her hands?"
"Maybe," The Bad Wolf shrugged.
"So... maybe we should read some more files and see if it looks too convenient?" He continued.
"Ok," the Bad Wolf sighed. "You're no fun."
"Don't make me show you just how much fun I can be," the Oncoming Storm threatened with a cheeky grin.
