AN: Ta-da! I reread this chapter, trying to figure out what it was I wanted to do, and let me tell you… I didn't leave myself any clues. So, I'm going to have to start actually writing down what I want to happen again. However, I think I have a good enough idea of what I wanted to do, so we're going to give this a shot.
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TheDarknessThatDivides
Rings filled the garage, and the tall man grunted slightly, tossing the wrench aside as he grabbed the phone, uncaring that grease stained the white phone. Shit, the thing might as well have been black.
"What?" he barked.
"Hi, Mark."
He blinked slightly, standing and looking out over his property as the voice asked him how he was.
"Hey, Jeff. I'm doing alright. What are you calling for?"
"Some seriously weird shit is going down Mark."
For the next half hour, Jeff proceeded to talk to his former boss, and good friend. He told Mark of Punk hitting Matt, about Miz and John – what he knew of it anyway – and then of some of the new recruits.
"I think Cryme Tyme will be a good addition to help as far as small street crimes and information goes… The girls may end up becoming spies of some sort, but I'll work that out. The main reason I called was to see if you had any thoughts about the other stuff."
Mark, who had eventually sat down on the motorcycle he had been working on, scratched his chin.
"You know, I ran into a girl once a few years ago. She's a bit weird, but she likes to mess around with dark magic and shit like that. Don't ask me if I think it's real, but whatever it is she does, she's good at it. You'll have to do a little bit of searching, but she should still be there. Her name's Victoria, though I heard she goes by Tara now a days. See if you can't find her, and tell her Taker sent ya. If she doesn't believe ya, flash that tattoo, and she'll know."
"Thank you so much, Mark. I can't stand this shit anymore," Jeff said. Mark snorted slightly.
"Sure thing, kid. Good luck."
"Thanks. I miss you. Bye."
"Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Mark rolled his eyes, tossing it back on his tool bench. He looked at the bike, turning the key and hearing it turn over, but not start. He swore viciously, resisting the urge to kick it, and got off, kneeling next to the machine again.
TheDarknessThatDivides
The morning after talking with Mark, Jeff was wide awake and in total control. He got up early, leaving Hunter to sleep, and got dressed. The leader wore a pair of black loose cargo pants and a black wife beater. A red and black plaid shirt was over it, though left unbuttoned. He pulled his hair back into its standard bun and then started banging on doors.
"Get up and meet me downstairs. We've got business to discuss."
Once he was sure everyone was up, he went back to Hunter, kissing his husband slowly, teasingly. Hunter responded by flipping Jeff onto the bed, and rolling over him. They shared another kiss before Jeff gently pushed Hunter up.
"Babe, we gotta go deal with this. Well, I gotta go deal with this. Do you wanna come too?" Jeff asked. Hunter blinked a bit before shrugging.
"Mmf," he retorted. Jeff should have known better than to do anything with Hunter before coffee.
"Okay then. You get dressed and get your coffee while I rally the troops," he said. Hunter grunted one more time and Jeff kissed him sweetly before bouncing out of the room. Hunter stared after him before rolling over and going back to bed.
Jeff walked downstairs and looked at everyone. Mike wore a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt advertising Bullet for my Valentine. His hair was combed, but didn't look like he had cared past that. John wore a pair of tight blue jeans and a gray shirt with a giant rainbow peace sign on it. Shad and JTG wore close to – if not exactly – what they wore when they first got there. Michelle, who Jeff had almost forgotten was there at all, wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt, with long sleeves that hung off her shoulders. Eve wore a plain black shirt with matching top, and Maria was dressed in some elaborate blue creation that looked rather good on her. Jeff paused for a minute, frowning.
"Where are Matt and Punk?" he asked.
"I'm right here."
Matt walked down, wearing a pair of blue North Carolina Tarheels sleeping pants and had his blanket over his shoulder. Jeff looked at Matt.
"And Punk…?" he asked. Matt looked at Jeff and shrugged.
"I don't know. He was here last night, but not this morning," Matt replied. Jeff swore under his breath.
"Fine. First off, I want everyone to welcome Eve Torres and Maria Kanellis. They're joining our group. Eve and Maria were both brought up in families that had ties to the CIA and federal government, so they're going to be the spies."
There was a small applause, and JTG and Shad cheered loudly. The girls, to their credit, merely laughed.
"Also, I have some new assignments. John, you'll be out looking for a murderer today on your own. I hate to do it, but I need Mike for something else. John, his name is Jordan Tompson. He's about six feet, four and a half inches, big bulky guy. He's kind of bald, usually hangs out around F'Uglies bar anytime of day. That's your best bet. Just take him out. He's scum." John and Mike nodded, Mike's eyes flat and uncaring. They had been that way since John left… Jeff shook his head.
"Matt, I need you to find Punk. I hate it for you, and I know you two are having problems, but tell him that Mark will be all over his ass if he doesn't come back," Jeff said. Matt sighed, but nodded, yawning. At this point, Hunter walked down the stairs, but ignored everyone in favor of the kitchen, where the coffee pot was. Jeff shook his head.
"Michelle, go spend the day with Gail. You've been moping around here, and I don't have anything for you to do," Jeff said. Michelle laughed, and Jeff bit his tongue from adding, "besides, you're the only happy couple here anymore" to it. Well, there was him and Hunter, but Jeff had a bad feeling…
"What about us?" Shad asked, looking at Jeff. Jeff blinked, meeting the eyes of the large man.
"I talked to Taker last night. He thinks that there's a way for us to be helped with some of the internal issues. We're looking for a woman who goes by either Victoria, or Tara. Taker faxed me some pictures he used to have this morning, so here they are…"
Jeff passed out the images, giving one to Shad, JTG, Maria, Eve, and Mike, keeping one for himself and Hunter.
"This is her as of a few years ago. Taker suspects her hair may be longer, and she may be leaner, but it's pretty much the same. He also said that one of his contacts said that she had red streaks in her hair now. Shad, you and JTG will take the streets. I want you two scouring down by the ghetto and the river. Talk to anyone you know who may have some kind of a hook up, and anyone you don't know. Eve, and you Maria are going to go uptown. Put on the charm, ask some questions, whatever you gotta do. Mike, you're going to be joining some friends of mine. They know this place like the back of their hand, and you're going to make sure that we don't have to worry about anything," Jeff said. Mike nodded and moved toward the door.
"Mike, you don't know where you're going yet," John muttered. Mike stopped, looking at Jeff.
"Hunter and I are going to take the working ladies. I know them all and they'll be willing to help. We need her, alive, so don't torture her, don't hurt her. Ask her kindly to come with you. If she says no, tell her The Undertaker sent you. If she doesn't believe you, flash your tattoos," Jeff said. Shad, JTG, Eve, and Maria looked at one another, and Jeff groaned.
"Right. Sorry…" Jeff moved to his office, grabbing four bracelets. He tightened them to fit them on all of their wrists. "Show her that. Taker used them when we didn't have a chance to tattoo the members. You'll get your marks when this is all over with, okay?"
Jeff spent a few more minutes telling Mike where to go and informing the new four that if they messed up, they were better off dead. After everyone left, Jeff sighed and sat down, looking at Hunter as he came in with a cup of coffee.
"Okay," he said. "Let's start the meeting."
Jeff merely laughed.
TBC
AN: The search for Victoria has begun! Her TNA Knockout name is Tara, in case you aren't aware of whom I'm talking about. I hope you enjoyed it, and more will be coming soon!
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