Criminating Caring pt.2

Angrily falling onto her bed, Jill grumbled about her rocket jockey father being unfair. Sighing as she grabbed her laptop off her desk, and opened it to check her emails. Skimming threw them; she stopped at one with a familiar address. Checking to make sure that her father was still outside, she opened it.

211 Orbital Trekian Street

9:00pm on the dot

Come alone with the following objects

Scribbling down the address and materials she needed, she deleted the email before she grabbed her bedside phone. Speed dialing the first number in the caller dictionary, she waited for the other end to pick up.

"Hello?" A young boy's voice responded after a few seconds of a pop techno song. Sighing as she shook her head half heartedly, Jill couldn't help but smile.

"Peter, what are you doing with Petra's phone?" Before she got an answer, an angry female voice was heard before a scuffled broke out. Finally, after a few minutes, a girl's tired panting voice answered.

"Hello?" Peter's muffled angry voice sounded echoed in the background.

"Hey Petra, did I call at a bad time?" Petra Hammerhold snarled a little as she propped a chair against her closet door as her little brother tried to get out.

"Not until my parents get home." She sighed as she sat on her bed. "So what's up?"

"I need you to cover for me again." Jill said pulling out a duffle bag from under her bed. Petra froze and grabbed her brother out of her closet and threw him out of her room.

"Don't listen in on us or tell mom and dad I shoved you in my closet and I promise you can eat ice cream until you puke, and you can play with my phone. Deal?" Smiling, Peter nodded and dashed downstairs. Making sure she was alone, she returned to the conversation with her friend. "Okay, spill. What's going on?" Jill sighed as she was stuffing objects into the bag.

"I need an alibi for 9 to 11pm. Bonnie moved away after her parents' divorce and there's no one else I trust more then you." Moaning in frustration, Petra rubbed her eyes.

"Fine, but only if you tell me what's going on." Going threw her drawers, Jill pulled out a pair of black pants and a black sweat shirt.

"It's just a meeting with some other eco fanatics. If my dad calls, tell him we're working on a project together."

"And what if he asks what subject this project is for? Or what if he wants to talk to you or my parents? Then what, smarty pants?" Jill grabbed a folder filled with enlarged photos and carefully placed them on her folded clothes.

"Simple. It's our heath class project on smoking hazards, if he asks for me I'm in the shower getting glue out of my hair and I'll call him back in which case you'll call me on my cell alerting me of this so I can call him back. And finally if he asks for your parents, your dad's having a business call in his office and you mom went shopping. See? All figured out to the last detail." Petra blinked in amazement then wrote down what Jill had said. Despite having such an honest father, the younger Lightyear had quite a knack for weaving a tale. After ending the conversation, Jill finished packing and grabbed her bus shuttle schedule. Checking what one would take her to her destination; she grabbed her bus pass and placed it in the front pocket of her bag. All that was left to do now was to wait.

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Buzz sighed as he relaxed on the couch. The Alpha Rockets where facing off against the Delta Boosters tonight, and nothing would ruin it for him…until Jill walked into the room. Groaning a bit he turned the channel to the documentary on Karn. But she walked right past him as she grabbed her coat and placed a duffle bag on the ground.

"See you later dad. I'm going over to Petra's tonight." Shutting the TV off, he stood up and glared at her.

"What for young lady?" Smiling sweetly as she zipped up, she slung the bag over her shoulder.

"We have to finish our heath class project. We're almost done so I should be home around 10:30, 11 at the latest. It'll depend if her brother bothers us." Kissing him goodbye she left her father behind. He tried to disagree when she stopped at the door. "Have fun watching the game dad, hope the Rockets beat them." As she shut the door behind her Buzz stood there thinking for a bit, and then quickly turned the TV back onto the game. Jill walked down the street towards the bus stop. Operation: Trekco was a go.

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Everything was quiet at the headquarters of Trekco inc. the largest makeup company on Capital Planet or any planet for that matter. Well…almost quiet except the six figures in black hiding in the large bushes next to it.

"Where is she?" One girl snapped, her six eyes glaring.

"She is so late." A boy growled, crossing his four arms.

"Forget her! Let's just go!" Another girl snapped her fire orange hair glowing as her yellow skin shinned in the pale moonlight.

"HEY!" The three jumped as a well toned boy glared at them. "It's only 8:57. I told her 9 sharp, she'll be here. Even if she doesn't show up, we couldn't go through with the plan without her." Another girl walked up beside him.

"Oh? And what makes her so special?" She asked coldly, brushing her purple hair out of her blue face. A shorter boy with a trunked nose nodded

"Yeah Tyler, what does she have that we don't?" Tyler sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"She has Intel of the building's security. She knows how to get us in and out undetected. Not to mention she knows the place top to bottom, meaning we know where to hit them where it hurts." The group jumped when a twig snapped behind them. "Relax." Tyler smiled as Jill walked out of the bushes. "Our 'map' has arrived." Pulling on a black hat and gloves, Jill smiled at the leader.

"Hope I'm not too late to the study group." She smirked coyly as she tied a black handkerchief around her neck. Tyler returned the smirk as he shook his head.

"Nope, nine o'clock on the dot. You're right on time." Crossing his arms, he looked at her. "You ready to roll?" She sat her duffle bag on the ground and pulled out blueprints of Trekco inc. and placed them on the ground.

"Hot off the press." She joked as she pointed at a sector. "This is where the testing lab is." Placing her finger on a small box, she drew a line down. "There's a broken air duct here. We can enter at the bottom and climb up." She looked at the rest of the team. "One hitch though, they removed the fan but the protective grill is still there." Tyler smiled and pointed at the boy with four arms.

"Not a problem. That's what Kift is here for." Smiling she nodded.

"Then we're in and out in no time, without leaving a trace of who we are to boot." Happily Tyler grabbed his bag.

"You heard the lady! Let's move!" The other teens grabbed their bags as well and headed towards the building.