In a moment of compliment-inspired happiness, I began to write up the next chappy for my lovelies at school.

Crow: Thanks, I love Iron Maiden too. LOL (not 'laugh out loud')

Fire: Yeah whatevs.

Adonis, Jinx: Awesomeness and Fruitloops

Apollo, Curly: What are you gonna name your children?

Curly walked nervously down the street, her dress was too fancy for her tastes.

Apollo's jaw had dropped when she had walked down the stairs. Fire had followed, dressed similarly. Adonis had to hold Crow back. After the boys (and girls) ran over the plan one final time, they headed to their assorted posts. Fire and Curly were supposed to act lost, in hopes that Flight's gang would attempt to 'help' the two girls. Then, the girls would lure the henchmen into an alley, where they would be dealt with by Shadows.

Crow and Apollo would 'harass' the girls, drawing the attentions of Flight. Adonis would step out of the alleyway, kill Flight, and no one would be the wiser. All being said, it was a very delicate plan to execute.

"Hey girlies, you lost?" a man, at least twenty-five, stepped from a doorframe.

"Y-yes," Curly gulped. She looked the man up and down, he was as tall as Apollo, but twice as frightening and dangerous.

"Want some help finding someway home?" he asked, his voice silky and deceptive.

"Yes, but we need to find Flight first," Fire said, her palms sweating.

"Flight, eh?" the burly man was joined by a few others.

"Yessir," Curly mumbled. She didn't like this.

"But first, we need to get our groceries from the mouth of the alleyway," Fire's quick thinking saved them.

"Hurry up," the stranger ordered.

"They're so heavy," Curly complained melodramatically.

"Buster, Fritz, go help those girls," the man barked. Two others joined them, only to be pulled into the alleyway by Shadows. Jinx was waiting to give Crow the signal from a rooftop. Eventually, every henchman was disposed of, and Jinx gave a low whistle.

"Hey Fred," Crow slurred drunkenly, "Who's them girls?"

"I dunno Alistair," said Apollo, "Let's go take a look."

As if in a stupor of alcohol, the two boys circled the terrified girls. They winked and smiled at each other, but you would have seen only terror had you been a spectator. Out of a darkened passageway, stepped a dark man with a trench coat on. Flight.

"Why don't you two leave them girls alone?" he asked. Cold steel glinted in the soft glow of the streetlamps.

"We don't wanna," Crow said, stumbling a few steps towards Fire and taking her arm. She let out a small squeak of fright.

"Come on now gentlemen," Flight purred evilly, "Let them go."

"Naw, they're ours. Get your own," Apollo picked Curly up into his arms. She began to beat her small fists against his chest, smiling the entire time. It was too dark for Flight to sense their easy comfort.

"I believe I will be taking yours," Flight threatened. Before he could take another step, Adonis placed the cold metal of a knife blade against his throat. He had appeared out of nowhere, and startled Flight.

"Remember Petal?" he asked, before turning and stabbing Flight in the heart. Apollo, never one to be left out of a fight, threw his own missile...straight into Flight's jugular. The dying man gave a wet, strangled cough before slipping to the ground. Dead.

"All in a night's work," Apollo said, picking Curly back up from where he'd dropped her during his moment of bloodlust.

"It's alright darling," Curly pecked him on the cheek. Fire and Crow grasped each other's hands, as Fire leaned her head on his shoulder affectionately. They walked back to the Lodging House, as if nothing had ever happened. Waiting for another adventure to present itself.