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A chart was laid out on the table, scanned over by brown orbs. The owner of those orbs had her arms crossed as she stood in the very centre of the table.
"So… what exactly is this?"
"Plan for tonight." The Scottish man said with an annoyed grunt. Marlene gave him a look.
"I know it's a plan. What I want to know is what it's for."
"For tonight." Rico said again, the back of his neck turning a bit red from irritation. A bit more and it would've matched his hair. Private could only give a sigh and shake his head as the woman gave Rico a 'do-you-really-think-I'm-that-stupid?' look. Skipper came in from the next room over and nested himself in between the two, somewhat breaking the tension that he failed to notice.
"Alright, we've got two hours before we put this action into plan. Marlene, this is the basic layout for tonight's plan." Rico's lips curved into a smile at this, only to grate on the other's nerves. "It shows the structure of the inside of the club. It seems like you're going to be escorted to the main audience area with the stage in front of you. Since the trafficking is taking place behind closed doors, I want you to take a look around during the performance. Report anything suspicious once you're out of the building."
"But what if I can't get up from my seat?"
"You'll figure something out. Now," Skipper turned around to face Private. "I want you to go through the main hall as well, but instead of going into the area where the audience is supposed to be, I want you to go to the bathroom, and see if there's an air vent you can get through."
"Got it. But Skipper, what if the chances aren't in my favour and the vents are a tad bit too small?"
The Captain could only chuckle at this. "Don't worry, there's a reason why you're the special operations section of our team. If the vents are too small, then try to find another way around the building. I wouldn't mind of you went back out and came back in through a window or a back door." He said, giving a pat on the middle of his back. The Englishman felt his ears turning red, but they were thankfully covered by his slightly unkempt hair.
"So... should we go now?" Marlene asked, eyeing the chart, her ticket and her fiancé [seemingy] all at once. Skipper nodded.
"Alright men, move out."
True, their base was only a mere two blocks away, but Private wanted to cry when he got to the nightclub. Dance club was the more appropriate word, but to him, there wasn't much of a difference between the two words. The pavement was stained and smirched with various ingredients, bright neon lights flashed, making his vision falter every now and then, and [he couldn't help it] one of the guys entering the club looked around and met his eye, giving him a suggestive smile before slinking in. The boy could only give a hard swallow and tighten his grip around his mobile. He was a gay guy that was heads over heels for his Captain, and was going to enter a club that didn't refuse customers for their orientation. You would get kicked out for not dancing enough sometimes, but nothig else mattered. This was going to be one hell of a night.
"C'mon Private." Marlene said, looping her arm around his and pulling him towards the entrance. Two gorrilla-like men stood by each side of the doorway, preventing any unwanted happenings from occurring. The brunette flashed them the two tickets and easily made her way inside.
"W-Wait, Marlene! I have to go to the bathroom first, so, uh, I'll see you later in the night."
"Oh... oh yeah, the plan, right. Well, I'll go to the main area and survey before coming out, you need to find a way around the building without getting caught, right?"
Private nodded. "Marlene, just keep your voice down, and I'll see you later. Remember, we only have an hour, and if we need more time we'll have to contact Skipper."
He made way to the restroom without hearing her answer, wanting to get this finished and out of the building as fast as possible. Going down the corridor he rounded the corner and slipped inside the bathroom. Eyeing the walls he found the air vent right above the middle stall (there were five) and smiled. Taking his mobile out he began texting Skipper that he had found what he was looking for, and just as he was about to send the message, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, a firm body pressed against his.
"Why hello there, I believe I saw you outside, no?" The other said. Private immediately recognized the other as the one that gave him a look before going in.
"Um, Hullo to you too, now will you please let go?" He asked, trying to pull out of his arms. The other chuckled. "No need to be in a rush mon cheri, I just found you, and now you want to go?" He asked, brushing his lips over the soft skin of the Brit's neck. Private shuddered.
"Please, you're very charming, but I don't have any time to waste."
"Meeting your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend? You mean the girl I was standing with outside? No, she isn't-"
"Does not matter" He said, cutting him off. Swiftly, he turned Private around and pushed him against the wall. "I, am Archy, and have come to show you a night which you have never seen before." He said, his french accent thickening as he leaned in and stole those tempting lips. Private, despite not being as strong as Skipper, kneed him before taking his right arm and twisting it in a way that earned him a decent crunching sound. The frenchman howled in pain, crumbling to the floor in pain at two places.
"I'm so sorry, but I really don't mean any harm." Private said before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him torwards himself while swinging his free hand down onto the back of his neck. He had successfully knocked Archy out, and thought it best if he were put away in one of the stalls. Once done, Private went into the thrid stall, climbed up on the toilet seat and began to undo the screws of the vent. Once he got the lid/cover off, he put the screwdriver into his back pocket and hoisted himself into the square hole. Other than it being slightly dusty, there weren't any bugs in sight, and he could clearly hear the announcements going on in the main area. It was a good thing he was only 5' feet, relatively short for a boy, but very handy for this job. And if the vent were to lead under a ceiling, he doubted that it would break and expose him, he was only 123 pounds.
Crawling towards the booming voice of what sounded like Morris, he saw though the vent cover that Marlene wasn't anywhere in sight amongst the audience. 'Guess she's gotten out of there and around.' He murmured to himself before crawling again. He needed to see if there were any blind spots to the building and what was going on behind closed doors.
"I am so sick of the bull crap going on around here. Can't you do anything about it?"
Private's ears pricked. He knew this voice, he knew it all too well. Carefully, he inched his way towards the source (or where the source seemed to be) and came to another vent lid. This time, the vent he was in ran under the ceiling so it gave him a clear view of most of the room, and the top of someone's head.
"Maurice, are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry your majesty, I think I zoned out since I've been working on these files, they're about halfway done. Anyway, what did you say?"
He heard the other grunt in annoyance. "Maurice, I am glad that you are concentrating on what your work is, but that is only half, the other half is about paying attention to me and tending to my needs. Now, I will say again, I am tired of the bull crap that I have to deal with, can you do something to make it all go away?"
The rolled "r"s, the high and mighty tone and the honourific "majesty," it could only be King Julien.
Maurice could only sigh. "I'm sorry your majesty, but you're the one that agreed to all of this."
"All of what?"
"You know, the drug traffiking and slave dealing."
"You know I cannot say no to my half brother."
Private's skin prickled at this. Immediately he reached into his pocket and wasted no time in pressing the record button.
"Yes you can! You're King!"
"Heir to the throne. Soon to be King. I am just absolute royalty." He said with a full tone. "But you know that my half brother will do something terrible to me if I say no to him, and that something will prevent me from gaining the throne, so can't you do something about it?"
"Well, we can always call the cops on them, but then they'll expose us."
"But we are only giving them a place to do it, and it's not with my agreement all the way. So why should I get in trouble?"
"Then how can we prove that your half brother's got you 'round his finger?"
There was a pause. "Maybe," He began. "Maybe I can talk to that man that doesn't like me..."
"Sorry to break it to you your majesty but a lot of people don't like you."
"No, I mean the police one that's always trying to do me in. The one with the voice."
"The voice... Police... You mean Skipper? I don't think so."
"Oh why not? I bet he's itching to get someone in trouble since he's got nothing else to do."
Private's fingers twitched at this, but made no sound.
"Well, even if Skipper were to help, how're we gonna tell him? He'll arrest us before listening."
"Ah! That is where Mort comes in!" The "King" said gleefully. "We get Mort to spill the beans, get him arrested, and then we come to explain things, but the timing must be exact-"
At that moment, there was a horrifying wrenching sound and immediately Private realized that the bolt that kept the vent up was undoing itself. He came crashing down, and once he landed with clouds of dust surrounding him, he knew he was going to get an earful from Skiper.
"Uhh, excuse me, but who are you?" Julien asked, leaning on one leg with a hand propped on his hip and the other hand pointing at him. Maurice squinted at him.
"Skipper...? No, you're Private! What the hell are you doing here?" He said, he said as he crossed his arms. Maurice was no taller than Private, just by a few inches, but he was built, and heavy, so if he decided to body slam him and pin him to the ground, Private would be in the Hospital for at least a month.
The best thing to do in a situation like this was to act as if you knew everything, and have them caught, not you.
"I-I know what you're up to, and I'm investigating. I've recorded your conversation, and I'm doing you in." He said standing up and pressing the 'save' button before pocketing the phone. Brushing the slight dust and wrinkles off of him, he gave them both a "stern" look.
"I'm afraid you'll be coming with me."
Julien snorted at this. "What makes you think you can boss me around? I am soon to be King, and you cannot boss soon-to-be-Kings around so easily." He said, running that hand that was pointing at Private through his thick black locks.
"Wait, you said you recorded our conversation?"
"Well, yes. For the past twenty minutes or so."
"Then you know that we're being forced to do certain things, not because we want to."
"Yes, I have the proof right here."
"Well then, can't you and the others help us out of this dilemma?"
"I suppose I could... I mean, from what I've heard, you're letting drugs and other [vulgar] things pass through your building, but without your full consent. Therefore you can't really be held responsible..." The boy was talking to himself more than he was with Maurice. "I think I can talk Skipper through this, I've got proof, and it's no use hiding what I'm doing... Alrighty, I'll go fetch Marlene, so meet me outside in ten minutes."
"Julie~n, are you going somewhere?"
A short but slim boy popped his head from the door of another room and looked at his "King" with unimaginably large eyes. Smooth tanned skin and with a sort of love mixed into his voice, he pranced over to where the Indian man stood and hugged him from behind.
"Are you leaving me?"
The other gave a frustrated groan and swiped his hand backwards, trying to hurt the boy while getting him off of him. The hand never made contact with the younger one though, he merely jumped out of the way and did a back flip.
"You're terrible my King, always neglecting me." He said, a hand to his cheek while facing sideways.
"Look, Mort, I have no time to play today, I must make haste or else I will be in deep trouble, so please do not give me any more trouble than you usually do." He said in a tired voice. Mort gave a pout, but a thoughtful look overtook his face, which was soon replaced by a cute grin.
"If you kiss me, I'll stay in my room for two days [not counting today]." He said, rubbing his knees together and making his legs look more appealing than they already were. The Indian man's eyes widened, looking embarrassed. But without saying anything he strode over to where the boy stood and gave him full treatment for a good five or six seconds. Once Julien pulled away, Mort giggled and waved bye before going back into his room, a swing added to his hips.
"W-Well then, we must get a move on it." Julien said, trying to erase what he had just done. Private, who had turned a slight red in the ears and cheeks, nodded.
"Ten minutes, I'll see you then." He said before dashing out of the room. He honestly didn't know where he was going, but there was only one corridor to follow so far, and when he came to a fork, two signs hung on the wall. He followed the right one and found hinself near the main area. From the looks of it, the performance was already done. He checked his watch and noticed that two hours had already passed. "Maybe Marlene telephoned Skipper so that we could stay a while longer." He said to himself while going into the loitering area. It was dimly lit, but he heard her voice. There was no mistaking that bubbly quality.
"Ah! You can't do that!" She said, a giggle soon following. Of course, this puzzled the Brit. What was she up to? Entering the dim room he made his way further down, only to scar his eyes once he held the sight before him.
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