Standard disclaimer applies
AN: SO im terribly sorry for the late update I dont really have anything to blame but RL cuz lets face it, why did I become an accounting major? Anyway, as a peace offering I've made a little drawing well, its a smutty drawing and its my first time so I hope you're not too harsh on me. LInk is below the story so dont forget to comment on that too. :D
ALSO, any Samcedes fans out there? yes? well, here's one for you! :D
Chapter 3
There are three things Kurt Hummel absolutely cannot stand in a person. Number one would be their ability to dress in an unbelievable way that can only be considered a major offense against every fashion god. Kurt would like to think that aside from his natural intelligence and gifted skill of being inconspicuous, his impeccable eye in fashion would come in as an asset in the agency. True enough, the level of how people dressed had drastically increased in the said firm since his arrival.
The memories of how the smaller division staffs visibly winced when he criticized them for wearing a bright red blouse paired with a yellow skirt flashed in Kurt's mind. He couldn't help but shudder in disgust because the contrast of colors just screamed too much for one Kurt Hummel – fashionista extraordinaire. Needless to say, the staffs have learned their lesson that when every time Kurt Hummel steps in the office, they should be equipped, with the right clothes, that is.
Now that very reason is exactly why Agent Hummel is currently looking genuinely annoyed at the moment. The person sitting in front of him could only be described as a total zero-sense of fashion kind of guy. He's wearing a black polo shirt and grey Capri pants that only made his legs seem a lot more shorter than it already is.
The four of them are situated comfortably in the plane ride going to Beijing China. Kurt is seated next to the window, with Mercedes on his left. Agent Evans lay in front of her and of course the root of all his frustration is perched next to agent Evans – That damn hobbit Anderson.
Usually the most fashionable agent in all of the world would be more tolerable when it comes to new employees. Sadly, that mindset wont work this time especially since Kurt Hummel would have to endure a whole mission and possibly more with said person. And frankly, Kurt isn't sure if he can handle that. He isn't known as the agency's number one fashion police for nothing if he cant take care of some newbie.
"And so while we were looking at this place, this old guy comes to us and asks us this question that just made want to roll on the floor!" Blaine explains to Mercedes, pointing a finger in a circular motion
"What did he ask?" Mercedes urged, her eyes reflecting a somewhat amused and eager expression.
"Do you two handsome-looking boys know where a young gentleman like me can find a sizzling hot momma?" Sam interjects, his tone that of an old man
And just like that, Mercedes bursts into hysterics. "Oh god..!" the dark-skinned woman covered her mouth in an attempt to quiet down inside the public place, though she wasn't able to stop herself from giggling at the impersonation that Agent Evans did.
"And guess what Blaine here answered" Sam continues
"Why my good sir, I'm pretty sure with that kind of approach, girls would be fawning over you any second now!" Blaine says good-naturedly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Can you guys get any louder?" Kurt snaps sarcastically, glaring at the two boys in front of him. "I'm trying to read about the latest Brangelina fiasco and your discussion is preventing me from doing so, thankyouverymuch" Kurt adds before raising his copy of the latest EW magazine and getting back to what he was reading before he got side-eyed.
"I-I'm sorry, did I do something?" Blaine narrows his eyes at Kurt
Kurt leisurely puts down his November issue and bitch glared at the short man. "You mean if you've forever mentally scarred my mind with that god-awful outfit? Then yes."
"Well excuse me Mr I-dress-over-the-top, some of us prefer to wear things that make us comfortable" Blaine retorts
"Oh well some of us would actually take time to prepare a fantastic ensemble to look presentable, not like what you're wearing"
"Yeah well I think you're pretty inconsiderate to expect everyone to be as grand and flamboyant as you!" Blaine quips face starting to redden in anger
Sam and Mercedes stared incredulously at the debacle next to them
"They're not gonna stop anytime soon, aren't they?" Mercedes looks to Sam. Now as a close friend and confidant of Kurt, she understands fully well how her bestfriend can sometimes tend to be overdramatic at times. She can be a full-time diva herself when the mood strikes.
"It'll take Jedi Master Yoda to teach a hundred, no a million Luke Skywalker before those two stop" Sam pointed before facing Mercedes again "Wanna play poker? I got cards" He adds grinning and wagging his eyebrows
Mercedes giggles, "As long as you hold out one me..." She takes the cards handed to her and the game starts
Twenty minutes, a few dozen come backs and insults, and fourteen games of poker later, Mercedes puts her cards down revealing a Royal Flush, ultimately giving her 10 games of win. The two bickering souls next to them have seemingly stopped around their 7th game and have instead settled on ignoring each other. Both Mercedes and Sam cant tell which one of the two stopped first.
"That's ten for me and five for you, Mr Evans" Mercedes smirks adjusting her position on her seat and casually crossing her legs.
Sam stared dumbly at his deck of cards Holy Crap...
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9:21 pm November 27, 2012
High Above Wang Shi Hua Estate
The small chopper they've rented could only carry a maximum of four people, including the driver.
"4 minutes, boys!" Merceds says, pressing the autopilot button to look at the three men behind him.
Blaine checked and rechecked the equipment inside his numerous pockets while Sam tied and retied the soles of his shoes. On the other hand, Agent Hummel whipped a hand mirror and styled his hair so it stood impeccably on top of his head.
Mercedes drove the copter to circle the huge parameters of the mansion when Blaine pulled open the chopper's door. The moment their synchronized watches hit 9:25, they were jumping out of the small rented copter and gliding towards the mansion.
Kurt was the first to land. He removed his glider and frowned disgustingly at the less fashionable material he had to use. If he had it his way, the gadgets they would be using would be far more decent-looking rather than this lifeless colored piece of instrument.
"Okay guys! Remember, you only have thirty minutes to finish this mission. You better remember not to screw up or I'mma knock your heads when this is over" Mercedes' voice rang through each of the three's earpiece
"Oh please, Cedes. I'll get this done before Project Runaway starts tonight" Kurt says, running to the rooftop's door and successfully unlocking it before he pads down the stairs to the floor where Mr Wang's room is located
"Dont worry, Mercedes. I'll get this done before The Bachelorette even ends" Blaine says grinning at no one in particular. This undoubtedly caused the agent at the end of the line to laugh uncontrollably.
Kurt rolled his eyes "Of course you can, before next week's episode of The Bachelorette ends, you mean"
"Oh yeah, like you-"
"Ookay!" Sam interjects. "At this rate, we wont be able to finish this if you dudes keep going at it" He declared knowing fully well how the two people next to him would continue their endless dispute if not put to stop.
The walls of the Wang mansion are painted with a blindingly white hue. Artefacts hung here and there in front of the perfectly spotless wall. The three made their way towards the end of the corner connected to the hall that was undoubtedly directed to the Chinese businessman's bedroom.
At ever corner of the house hung a security camera shifting from time to time. This had just further depicted their assumption on why an undercover breach-in would not do for this mission. Mr Wang was an uptight and very strict man. He had rarely any occasions to attend to much less to give out in his own manor. However, the three men that moved past the cameras didn't even glance at it. Afterall, Mercedes had long since configured the cameras so it would project the same image even as they walk in front of it.
"Cedes, update on Wang's location?" Kurt whispered as Sam punched a couple of buttons to the 8 combination lock at the door. Sam had often boasted about his ability to unlock even the most complicated combination locks. Kurt figured he'd let him have his fun.
The brown-haired agent heard a few keyboard typing sounds at the other end of his earpiece before Mercedes answered, "Still enjoying his Peking Duck. You guys better hurry, he's about to jump to dessert."
"Got it!" Sam cheers under his breath, pushing the door open so they could enter.
The room was extensive. Dozens of framed Chinese characters covered each wall that enclosed the room. There was an aquarium at the far left side that had a two-feet sized Arowana - a kind of fish that had been believed to cause good luck to its owner - completely passive of the three men who had just entered.
"The documents are in here, guys!" It was Blaine who noticed the stack of papers perched on top of the Mahogany table. Sam and Kurt glanced at each other before walking swiftly to the bed of papers nestled on top of the desk.
"Holy Crap there's like... a million of these" Sam gawks at the five documents he's holding
"Exactly why we need to get each of this done over with fast" Kurt hissed, already at his fourth paper and started scheming through his fifth. He's beginning to think Mr Schue made the right decision in sending out all four of them for this mission. He couldn't imagine going through all these alone.
It was when Mercedes noticed Mr Wang stand from his seat at the dining table that she called the attention of the boys again. "Move it boys, Wang just left the dining table" She typed in a few more keys on his mac to adjust the cameras so she could follow the Chinese businessman's moves. Naturally, he was on his way to his bedroom. The same room where Sam, Kurt and Blaine are currently inside rummaging through his files.
"But we haven't found anything yet" Blaine said, frantically setting down another paper and quickly scanning through another one.
"Yeah, I've been reading a lot of shipments in these papers but no drugs or anything illegal" Sam looks up at the two other people with him, who, unmistakably, are currently encountering the same problem.
"Cedes, pack your bags. We're calling off the mission" It was Kurt who spoke of the silent agreement that the three had come to conclusion. Re-arranging his portion of the papers, he jogged towards the door with Blaine and Sam following behind.
They didn't get too far though before someone saw them.
"Hey!" The three all looked at the man in black who called at them just as they were making their way past the 3rd hall to get to the roof deck where Mercedes was waiting.
Suddenly there were three more in front of them and Kurt bit the inside of his cheek. So much for not getting caught. In a split second, he's rushing toward the three men and easily knocking one over. Sam and Blaine have also began exchanging punches with the other two and Kurt lunged himself to the other one behind them
"Boys, we've got a problem. They've restarted the camera system, I've lost connection to them." Mercedes said.
That explained how she couldn't warn them that someone was coming. They had to leave, fast.
With one last kick to the opponent, Kurt was able to knock down the man he'd been fighting and took note that Sam and Blaine had just finished theirs a well. The three ran past another empty corridor before opening the fire exist door and climbing up heading to the top floor of the building.
The sound of numerous footsteps echoed throughout the staircase. In a matter of seconds, the group had found themselves completely surrounded. The staircase was narrow enough to fit all three of them and they instinctively held their backs together. They were greatly outnumbered by ten to three but they knew they had no choice but to fight their way forward.
Kurt gritted his teeth as he dodged a knife aimed at him. In the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine carry a man and threw him to the other Chinese men below them as Sam hurled another one and pushed him over the handrails of the stairs, resulting in a ten floors worth of fall.
They were less than four steps, and a single huge man to move past before they could reach the rooftop door when it happened. Kurt's elbow connected with the man's jaw combined with a series of head punches to finally knock out the heavy-looking man. Blaine had just managed to disarm another man when he was pulled down by another.
He tried to loose the man's grasp on him but suddenly there were three more guys trying to pull him down.
It was Sam who ran back and used a wrench to knock the men holding Blaine's calf
"Let's go!" Kurt yelled, finally reaching the door. He pulled a heavily injured Blaine up out of the door. Expecting Sam, who was obviously more capable of walking than Blaine, to follow.
"You guys go on ahead. I'll take care of these losers!" Sam yelled back, swinging a wrench to hit a man's head.
Before either Kurt or Blaine could do anything though, Sam had closed the door consequently locking him inside with the rest of Mr Wang's men.
Blaine and Kurt have barely enough strength, but they held on tightly to the rope ladder thrown down by the African-American woman from the inside of the chopper.
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11:35 pm
Hyatt Hotel, Beijing China
"What do you mean we cant get him back?" Blaine howled, face red in range as he glared angrily at the man in the screen.
"Calm down, Agent Anderson I never said we wont get him back. I said we will make negotiations" came Mr Schue's reply
"Yeah? And when's that? When he's badly beaten and almost dead?" it was Mercedes, clearly unimpressed with how the director was handling the situation.
Their boss sighed. "Listen guys, I know this is bad but the president himself talked to Secretary of Defense Sue Sylvester and had strict orders to leave the Chinese out of our missions." He said. "we'll get him back, I just wont be able to tell you when" their director declares before the screen went black.
A few seconds ticked as the three stared unmoving at the screen before Blaine got up from his seat and started packing
"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked
"I'm gonna bring him back" Blaine answers throwing a few gadgets in the bag and once he thought he'd packed enough, he looked a the two other occupants of the room "I don't care what the director says, but I'm not gonna leave Sam" He slings the bag over his shoulder and padded through the door "You can either stay or help me save him, I'm giving you the choice"
The look of determination that was projected in Blaine's eyes were pure and undeniably authentic that it triggered something deep inside of Kurt. Yes, he hated three things in a person. But he only needed to see the genuine loyalty of said person to like him. Maybe being paired to him wasn't that bad at all...
AN: So dont worry about Sam, he's fine, in fact he's gonna start the next chapter so I hope you guys stay tuned. ALso
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