*Sorry, but we're gonna have to sidetrack a little to introduce a couple of others!
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Chapter 8:
-8 hours later
After the trio's 'excitement' at the pet store and ice cream in the park, they're back at Carly's apartment standing outside the front door. Jack has decided to spend the night back at the boys' garage, much to Carly's disappointment and Magnus' joy. Jack already has his D-Wheel revved up, purring at the end of the curb. Carly was facing Jack, all dressed up in his biker suit and his helmet under his arm. Magnus was growling in between them, back to his normal self with fur raised and growling at Jack.
"Does this mutt ever?!...(Sigh)" Jack puts on his helmet and stares at Carly. "Listen, little lady. I hate to break up this little git together, but I gotta man up and face the Poultry King someday."
Carly smiles at him. "It's okay! This was a really cool day! I'm really glad you were able to spend the day with us! It didn't exactly go as planned," Carly and Jack turn away slightly, blushing red on both faces, "but it was fun! Please hurry back."
"C'mon love, you know I would come back. 'Specially because I'm not sure if this dog has had all its shots!" Jack and Magnus stare at each other, Magnus snarling furiously and ready for another fight. Bring it on, Atlas! Anytime, anywhere! I may have a migraine the side of your bike, but I can still take you on. Magnus whines quickly and lays down. Aah! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Ooh, my head. The stupid bump's gone but I'm not feeling any better. He whimpers some more and covers his head with his paws.
Carly kneels to him, gently rubbing his fur. "Are you alright, sweetie? You must still be hurting from the bump on your head. Oh! Speaking of which, are you fine too, Jack?" She asks as she stands back up.
Jack sweat drops as he gently rubs his cheek. The redness and swelling is gone, but his face was still a little sore from Carly's hand. Note to self: Women slap hard!
"I'm fine!" Jack laughs nervously. "I'll be alright! Look, I'll drop by in a day or two, have ta make up the lost dueling time the other will probably nag me to death about." Jack gives her a quick peck on her lips and hops on his bike, the front door to the bike in one jump. Jack grins as he rallies the engine a few times, pleased with the annoyed face on Magnus. Jack yells over the noise, "G'Night, love! G'Night fleabag!" and drives off laughing like a mad man, popping wheelies and going way over the speed limit. (You can hear tire screeches and a short crash coming from another car. Poor dude. Didn't see Jack coming.)
Carly is left giggling like a high school girl, wishing her biker boyfriend the best of luck. Magnus is growling so much, one of his eyes are twitching. He tugs on Carly's jacket sharply, literally dragging her back to the door. "Oh! Alright, boy! I'm coming." They walk up the steps and Carly opens the door for him. "Say, Magnus, you want me to make some hamburger casserole? It has cheese!" Magnus just rolls his eyes and barks.
About 2 blocks down the street, a white van quietly climbs up the road. It parks in front of the house, but the driver doesn't get out or cut the engine. A second face peers through the glass on the passenger side, both strangers staring at the door for some time. The passenger grabs the mike from their car radio and adjusts it to a specific frequency, never taking his eyes off the door.
"Central Command, this is Agent Boulder, " The passenger states."Agent River and I are in front of the target's house. Do we proceed? Over?"
"...Uh, Mr. Boulder?"
"In a minute, man. Central Command! Repeat, do we proceed, over?!"
Another car pulls by, the headlights only catching the agents for a small glimpse before driving away. Agent Boulder is a tall strong white man with short, dark blonde hair and a gold mustache. Agent River is a younger, dark male with long, brownish-red hair and a medium build. Boulder was wearing a light gray jumpsuit with black and blue sneakers, a raggedy hat, and black sunglasses. River was wearing a greenish-brown turtleneck, blue jeans, and black business shoes. Both men waited patiently for Central Command to respond, but the 2-way radio was silent.
"Central Command! Come in, Central Command!"
"Mr. Boulder."
"Not now, rookie! I'm trying to get our orders to attack! Central Command, Central Command!" Boulder bangs on the radio with his fist, threatening to break it.
"Mr. Boulder, stop! You'll give away our position!"
"Quit your whining, rookie. As your mentor and your commanding officer, I order you to calm down!"
"But-but-but!"
"Calm down! I know what I'm doing!"
"Oh, I can't look!!" River groans and turns away, closing his eyes from the carnage. Boulder hits the radio harder and harder until sparks fly, bolts fling out, and the back starts to cave in.
"AAUGH! Curse you radio!" Boulder grabs the radio, jumps out the car, runs to the other side of the street, and throws down the radio with a smash. Then he takes out his concealed hand gun and aims it at the radio! River shrinks back and pulls out his cell phone as Boulder sets off several rounds of bullets into the radio. When he got through with it, the radio was nothing more than a smoking mass of nuts and bolts. River had just finished talking to someone on his cell phone as Boulder gets back in the car, grinning to himself.
"Aha! Ya see, rookie. Now that's how ya take care of a busted radio! Ha! That's whatcha get for messing with Agent Boulder!" Boulder leans back on the chair and closes his eyes, ready for a nap. River looks like he's going to be sick. "Oh well, maybe if we storm in there with guns blazin' one of these days, we'll get a bonus. Especially of we catch 'em alive! Ahahahah! I wonder what was wrong with that radio? Hey River, whatcha think?"
River is grinning with resentment, a resent that says maybe he should've listened to his parents all those years ago while he was in college, and become a paralegal.
"Mr. Boulder. You do realize that radio wasn't real, right?"
Boulder opens his eyes in shock. "Bwa-huh?!? Really!"
"Yes, really. As a matter of fact, I just got off of the phone with Central Command."
"you contacted Central Command?! But how!?!"
"I have them on speed dial. They said the radio was part of our truck, you know, as a little...DISGUISE!"
"What! Oh, alright rookie! No need to get huffy! So, what did they say 'bout the mission?"
River sigh and leans back in the chair. "They said to only keep visual on the target and hosts, nothing more. They also said to report back to base as soon as possible."
"What! Aw, man! When in the hell is the action gonna kick in! Fine, drove back..." Boulder complains as River sets the van to drive. The van speeds up the street, taking a right turn at the corner.
"You wanna know something, rookie." Boulder starts with River.
"Not really sir."
"Well, I wanna know how double C is suppose to take back that thing without any guns or nothing!"
"Don't worry sir, they'll think of a plan."
"And we follow them! Please!" Boulder rolls his eyes and stares out the window. "Y'know River, they don't pay me enough to be here!"
"They don't pay me enough to be with you either, sir."
*We'll get back to the important people in the next chapter! Promise! Write back!