17Bubbleslove: Thank you! I will continue this, I promise! I'll continue it even when I get flamed (if I do)! *gives cookie* And congradulations! You gave me my first review! You gets a cookie :)
MonkeyLucy: Oh, I plan to :) *gives cookie* You also get a cookie for reviewing! Enjoi! And thanks for adding my story to your Story Alert! I plan to keep the updates fast, but *shrugs* ya get what ya get.
I would also like to thank Princess Alyssa and KowalSkip9 for adding my story to y'alls favorites! ^^ Thanks you!
Happy Independance Day everyone! And a special birthday shout-out to KowalSkip9! Happy birthday guuuuurrrllll :) Cookies! 8D
Kristen: First, I would like to ask you to check out my other story, "Stay in Bed, Rico." It's really good, I promise!
Rico: Iz bout me!
Kristen: *pets head* Yes it is. Okay, not as many reviews as I wanted, but I still gots 'em! Take THAT Skipper!
Skipper: *grumbles*
Kristen: *pats his head* It's okay, Skippy. You're still right sometimes!
Skipper: It's Skipper! And I'm ALWAYS right!
Everyone: Riiiiiiiggghhhht.
Kristen: Anyway, I'm introducing another main character! It's Blowhole's daughter! (no spoilers because of the summary) How awesome is that? Oh, and if y'all would check out my profile, I've got portfolios on the characters in this story! It tells about their past and stuff, which I will make individual stories about! Yay! More stories from me!
Private: *tries to grab files with her hands* Oooh! I wanna see mine!
Kristen: Alright, here! *hands characters their files*
Skipper: Hey, these give out classified information! And HOW the HELL did you know why I can't go to Denmark?
Private: *tears up*
Rico: *glares at file papers*
Skyla: *blinks, shocked*
Marlene: *raises eyebrow* Perfect? What do you mean by perfect?
Kristen: *laughs nervously* Well, y'all needed some backgrounds! Those are your backgrounds!
Skipper: Erase them and burn them!
Kristen: No!
Skipper: Yes!
Kristen: No!
Skipper: Yes!
Kristen: No!
Skyla: *clears throat* Uh, while we settle this arguement, just read the chapter please. In the words of Kristen: enjoi!
DISCLAIMER: STILL don't own PoM, probably never will. Why do you have to remind me?
*-KTKK-*
The fight was barely a minute, even with their strongest teammate missing from the scuffle. He was quickly knocked out by the three. They dragged the man roughly down the stairs to see Marlene and Rico sitting on the couch, Marlene sitting in his lap and dozing off. He smiled halfheartedly.
"Get?"
"Yeah, Rico," Skipper said. "We got 'im."
He nodded curtly, carefully prying Marlene's arms off him and laying her on the couch. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her, kissing her forehead. He joined the others, who were tying up the man so when he woke up they could interogate him. It was very boring as they waited for the man to awaken, but around 5:30 he started to wake up.
"Private, take Marlene upstairs and STAY WITH HER," Skipper said.
Private nodded and saluted. The teenager picked the sleeping woman, her motherly figure, from the couch bridle-style; Marlene was very light, and Private was stronger than she looked. She disappeared in the stairway just as the perp woke up.
"W-Wha...?"
"Good morning, dirtbag."
The man's head snapped toward Skipper. He glared at the leader.
"What is your name?"
"You don't need to know."
Rico released a feral growl. Skipper smirked at the terrified expression on the man's face. "Oh, but I think we do. See, Rico here gets impatient. Especially with assholes who hurt his little sister."
Rico glared at the man, who caved. "Alright! My name is Lewis, but to my boss, I am Lob 143."
"Uh huh. So Lewis," Skipper said as Skyla shined a light into Lewis's face, "who do you work for?"
"B-Blowhole! He, he sent me here to get the girl, but I didn't know that you all would b-be here! He planned on using her to get you to come and then do something, but I don't know what! You gotta believe me!" he shouted hysterically.
Skipper chuckled. "It's nice when they grovel."
Rico nodded and Skyla said, "Indeed."
Rico had knocked the guy out, but no one said anything as he punched the spy after he was unconscious; they had the information they needed and didn't want him struggling. He had been asigned to take Lewis to the police station, where Lewis had agreed to confess, so long as he didn't feel the wrath of a certain psycopath. Rico wanted to go see Marlene, but followed his orders.
Skipper and Skyla walked up the steps to Skipper and Marlene's room, but were worried when no one was there. They crossed the hall to Private's room, and was relieved to see the two curled up on Private's bed, sleeping. Well, one of them was sleeping. Private sat on the edge of the bed, looking at them with a smile. She stepped out of the room with the others, all of them going downstairs. They stepped into the room as Rico came through the entrance.
"Okay?" he asked, gesturing up the stairs.
"Marlene's okay," Private assured. "She stayed asleep, so I tucked her in. The door's locked." She twirled the keys with her fingers.
"We need to talk," Skipper said, his face serious. "Take a seat, team."
They crammed onto the couch while Skipper paced in front of them.
"Blowhole knows where we are, so we need to leave. Immediately. Luckily, we have plenty of cash stashed from bounties. But we need to figure out where Blowhole is, so we can get rid of him."
The team gasped. Skipper gave them an exasperated look. "We all know it. He's went to far. Marlene is this team's weak point, along with Private and Skyla (no offense ladies), and only he has figured that out so far." He clenched his fists and teeth. "We need to take him down."
"Might I suggest," Skyla announced suddenly, "that we ask some of his 'buddies' in the undergrounD? (A/N: Yes, it's supposed to be spelled like that -.-) They could help."
"That's good. He has connections with almost every mob. When they find out that he's double crossed them with their enemies, that AREN'T us, they'll be mad and talk. Good plan, soldier!"
Rico gave his girlfriend a kiss, but Private paled. "Are we seriously going to the undergrounD? We'll be killed!" Private shouted in her British accent.
Skipper waved her off. "Nah, we can hold our ow-"
"I'm coming with you."
They jumped and looked at the doorway. Marlene stood in the doorway wearing a black silk skirt with a green camoflauge shirt. She had clear high heels on that resembled flip flops. She wore a black trench coat, one that they guessed was Rico's (they could tell because the scorch marks). Her hair was put in a sloppy bun, her brown and white bangs covering her eyes, which held a determined spark.
"But, you can't!" Skipper shouted. "You could get hurt!"
"So could you!" she countered. "I'm going, and you can't stop me."
"Actually, Skipper," Skyla said, coming to Marlene's defense. "Marlene would be safer with us than in some hotel somewhere. We could keep an eye on her easier and keep her out of trouble."
"Hey!" Marlene shouted.
"You know it's true," Private smiled. Marlene's eyes softened, before looking back at Skipper expectantly.
Skipper groaned. "Fine! But you stay out of trouble!"
Marlene "Eeep!"-ed and grinned, pecking Skipper's lips.
"This isn't like movies, though. Things don't go according to plan, then end up as a happily ever after; THAT'S a movie," Skipper warned. "But for us, when things don't go well, they don't end up happy. It ALL goes WRONG."
Marlene gulped, but still nodded. "I-I don't care. I'm still going."
Skipper sighed, but then nodded. "Alright, team! We'll all take a quick shower, then we're off! Since it'll be midday, not alot of people will be there. Everyone got that? Good!"
Before Rico left, Marlene grabbed him. "Is it okay if I wear this?" she asked, gesturing to the tranch coat. When he nodded, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thanks."
*-KTKK-*
Peeking out the door in her sunglasses, Marlene made sure no one was in the lobby. "The coast is clear," she said, and she and the team came out of the door behind the counter. Behind the counter was a large-boned man that had naturally dark skin and big, brown eyes. He had on the apartment uniform; red button up shirt and red pants lined with gold embrodery. His hair was turning slightly dark gray, but was still mostly black. He turned to the group and smiled.
"Hey, guys!"
"Marlene!" Skipper scolded. "I thought you said the coast was clear?"
Marlene shrugged. "I didn't think he counted, since he knows about us and all."
"Hello, Maurice!" Private said, smiling at the man. She was wearing a black tank top and a green camo skirt with black flip flops on. Her straight brown hair was in a tight ponytail with her bangs still covering her eyes.
"Where's Ringtail?" Skipper grumbled, glancing around the lobby in suspicion. He wore blue jeans and a white T-shirt, as did Rico, except Rico had a black T-shirt on.
"Oh, he took Mort to day school. No matter how much Mort annoys him, he's still his nephew, right?" Maurice Aminifu (1) said, shrugging. "Anything I can help you with?"
"That won't be necessary," Skyla said, also adorning sunglasses, along with Marlene and the rest of his team. She wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with a black dress shirt and black and purple Osiris shoes. Her black, naturally curly hair was down as usual. "We'll be stepping out for a bit. Just please watch the HQ."
The African American nodded. "Of course. Be safe!" he shouted as they stepped out of the plaza. Marlene and Private smiled, Kowalski nodded, and Skipper and Rico just ignored him, hoping to leave before "Ringtail" showed up.
They all walked the streets to an abandoned warehouse. They all walked inside and down the stairs, where Skipper knocked on the door five times, then three more after a pause. The door opened to reveal a bar.
The bar was typical; velvet red walls covered with beer signs and decorations. Girls were dancing on stage in skimpy outfits, the few guys in there cheering them on. Skipper walked over to the counter. Marlene, Skyla, and Private decided to huddle to the side, but still close enough that a person just glancing at them could tell they were with the two other men. Rico glared at a man as he wolf whistled at Skyla, then put an arm around her to try and keep her calm, at the same time telling the man to back off his girlfriend.
The bartender barely glanced at Skipper. "Anything I can get ya?"
"Information."
Surprised, the bartender looked up at Skipper. "What can I do fer ya?" he asked in a gruff but curious voice.
"Blowhole." When the man's eyes widened, Skipper grinned, knowing he had what he wanted to know. "You have information. I want it."
The man glared, before shifting his gaze to the door positioned at the back of the bar. "There's a girl back there that goes by Kitty," he muttered loud enough for Skipper to hear. "You'll know it's her 'cuz she's blind in her left eye. She'll tell ya all ya wanna know 'bout the bastard."
Skipper nodded. "Thank you."
The man rubbed his fingers together, obviously wanting money. Skipper rolled his eyes and slapped some cash down on the counter, walking off to get Rico and the girls.
"Did you get what you were looking for?" Marlene asked, shifting under the gaze of half the bar.
"That I did, Dollface," he said as they stood up. "Let's go. We've got someone to talk to."
They all walked to the back door surprised that it was open and even more surprised that no one gaurded it. According to Skyla when they had asked, they only gaurded it at night when it was crowded. They saw many women, but one caught Skipper's eyes, but that was because he was the only one in the group that knew the girl was half blind.
The girl was shorter than Rico, almost Marlene's size. She had on a little black dress on that showed more than it should, but was still very pretty and modest compared to the other girls' outfits they had seen. A neckalace hung from her neck; it was an oval with a creamy white background and a silver musical note in the middle. She had dark brown, wavey hair that went to her shoulders. She wore dark blue high heels that matched her right eye, while the left one was a pale blue with a scar going through it. She saw the group looking at her through the mirror she was looking at, and turned with a smile.
"Hello!" she said, her Southern accent slightly showing, as she bound up to them. "My name's Kristen, but I go by Kitty; you can call me either!"
Skipper raised an eyebrow at her bouncy attitude, but shook it off and extended his hand.
"Call me Skipper. This is Skyla, Private, Rico, and Marlene. We need to talk."
Kristen looked at him in confusion. "What about? I don't believe I know you..."
"You don't."
After a pause, she nervously said, "Okay...?"
"We need information," Skyla said. "Perhaps it'd be better if we take this someplace less public?"
Kristen blinked, then smiled. "Oh, okay! Right this way!"
She led the group to a secluded place separated by a curtain, which she said was the "changing room." She sat in a chair, Private and Marlene sitting with her, while Skipper, Skyla, and Rico stood.
"What is it you wanted?" Kristen asked.
"Kristen, we need information on Blowhole."
Kristen froze. "Uh, I can't help you. You should leave now."
"You know something," Skipper said, narrowing his eyes at her. "We need that info. Now."
"I-I... I can't-"
"Yes you can," Skyla said softly. "With the information we get, it could save innocent people."
"I..." She glanced around, then sighed. "Fine. But, get ready, 'cuz it's gonna be a long story."
*-KTKK-*
(1): Aminifu (pronounced a-me-ne-fu)- Swahili for "loyal." Since he's African, I decided to give him an African last name. And why not loyal?He's gotta be loyal to stay with Ringtail!
Kristen: While you were reading the awesomeness that IS my story, I won the arguement!
Skipper: *tied to a chair with ducktape on his mouth* Mmmmhhhhh!
Marlene: *amusement in voice* Why am I enjoying this so much?
Rico: *grins*
Kristen: Alright! Did ya like? Hate? Do I need to improve? Tell me!
Private: Please, before she freaks out and does to you what happened to Skippah.
Kristen: Private, has anyone told you that your accent is so darn cute?
Private: Actually, yes, alot of people love British accents.
Skyla: Anyway, review please!
Kristen: I apologize if they're out of character, but I'll try to make it as believable as possible!
Marlene: *pokes Skipper while he can do nothing, amusement still in voice* Yeah, THIS is perfect. *grins while Skipper thrashes violently*
Oranges and smiles!
*-KTKK-*