AN: I have returned! School is really hard to keep up with okay? It makes you work hard, then be really lazy afterwards. Also, the OC's in this chapter, Rihanna, Katie, and Sarah, aren't meant to be really big OC's. They're just kinda there to make this more action packed.

Also, I have to say thanks to BatmanSkipper for reviewing every chapter! Really appreciate it. And too

Rihanna calmly walked out of the connivence store, which was currently very damp from the gasoline that had been poured in every corner. She couldn't believe it was that easy to get the store ready for burning. Earlier, she had walked in as calmly as she is now, quickly shoot the young man at the front desk, and do her job. It was late at night, and the small town was quiet this time of night, it was no surprise to her that the store was nearly empty.

Her vibrant red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, since she expected a fight soon to be happen. In addition, she couldn't wear her normal short jean shorts and sports bra she was so used to wearing. Rihanna guessed that she was much like her current boss, Assana, in the way that she liked exploiting her sex appeal. She supposed that if she was fighting a man, and if that man perhaps, accidentally saw something private; it would be all that more easy to kill him while he was distracted. Instead, she was wearing black yoga shorts, which tightened her ass in a way she preferred over the jean shorts, and a tight-very tight- silver half shirt. It wasn't much of a change, but it still had her in a bad mood because of it.

She put her walkie talkie she had been holding, along with her pistol, up to her ear. She also preferred her cell. "Hey, Katie, everythin' set up?"

There was a loud, unhearable giggle on the other end. After a moment, Rihanna gave up, frustrated. "Fine. Whatever. I'll just say you are."

She said, smacking her walkie talkie against her side. Did they really have to make a complicated trap for their target? If she was in charge; no trap, no allies, no fighting for hours. She's just go in, and kill the bastards.

"Be much simpler." She mumbled, starting to walk to the rendezvous.

Katie growled under her breath. How dare Rihanna, of all people, hang up on her?! In her annoyance, she flung the talkie on the dirt road. She was in charge of the final phase of the plan, or how they were going to capture the members of the penguin unit.

Her outfit she chose looked like she was ready for working out. Light blue sports bra, and long, but tight, yoga pants. Her hair was already a short dirty blonde, so she didn't really need to put it up. Her usual outfit was very different, besides the sports bra. She usually wore dark, long trousers, and matching overcoat. She had her belly showing. Not like she had much to hide.

She dropped down from the tree that she was in, and landed almost like a cat on the ground. She scanned the bottom. Nothing out of the ordinary, except her thrown walkie talkie. Katie was still too angry to acknowledge that, though. She scanned the top of the trees. Nothing to give away what was going to happen.

She tried to remember the map that Assana had given her, of where the darts were to be placed. She recalled it easily, because of her photographic memory. After remembering, she walked backwards with her eyes still closed, to the beginning of the road. She opened her eyes, and studied every noticeable part of the road. She knew where the poisonous darts were hidden, and she compared it to the map she recalled.

Katie grinned. Yes. Everything was in place. This would be the most fun plan that Assana had ever planned. She turned, giggling a bit, and heading to the meeting place, not bothering to pick up her walkie talkie.

Sarah, was as pissed off as any woman could be. First, she had fallen off the bed. Then she had to change into a horribly provocative head to toe leather outfit, because Assana couldn't be a boss to non sexy woman; her words. Assana had also commented that Sarah should die her hair from raven black, to blonde or green. Now, she had gotten the hardest phase of the plan. But she was the math and science nerd, so she had to be the one to set up this part.

And what did that consist of? Sarah scowled when she listed it off. Land mines, which had to be set up and buried individually. Assana had four men help her with digging. Not that any of them stayed to set up the mines, though. That angered more. The carbon monoxide bomb, that was just a pain too set up. She had to calculate where it was to go, like she had done with the mines, which wore her out even more. She had too place everything in a field, too. It was a few acres, and that meant even more work of calculating where every single bomb, and mine should go. Precisely.

At that moment, she decided that she hated everyone in the world.

She picked up her walkie talkie on the ground. After shaking off some dirt, she held the talkie to her ear. "S'na." She mumbled. "'tin's 'n 'ace." (Asana, everything's in place.)

After a static silence, she heard Rihanna's voice. "Learn to talk, Sarah! We're already at the meeting spot! Get yo ass over here!"

Sarah growled. She hated Rihanna. Mostly, because Rihanna was a jerk to everyone else. She hated Katie, too. She was an idiot, and giggled way too much and for no reason for Sarah to ignore. Assana had some issues too.

Who was she kidding? Sarah stomped her foot violently on the ground to release some of her rage. She hated everyone.

"Private!" Skipper said angrily, taking Private's wrist in his hand and placing it on the ground in a firm grip, "We said that you have to stop curling your wrist!"

Private looked sheepishly at his arm that was being held down by Skipper's hand. It had been close to three weeks since the news that his hand didn't need amputating. Nearly two months they had been in hiding, their only home was motel rooms. He missed the home they had in NewYork. What would some of their friends, like Marlene or Phil and Mason, be thinking? They left so abruptly. Marlene was the last one with Kowalski before they left, she probably thought something bad had happened to them. His heart ached a little when he thought of her maybe asking questions- which is never a good thing for civilians to do in a situation like this.

Private had to stop from biting his lip. "Sorry Skippah." He apologized. In all honestly, the stitches that didn't allow him to curl his wrist could have been gone a week ago. But the injury itched and stung too much for Private, especially at night. Each night, his wrist would curl and twist into every way that it could for hours. It was his own fault Skipper was pestering him and he still had his stitches on.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Rico cried, laughing, pointing at the screen with his index finger. The four were watching a movie, which is what they've been doing every night for two months. Skipper figured that they have probably watched nearly every movie in the small movie rental shop down the road. The room had no couches, just an old chair in the corner and two king size beds up against the wall, which wasn't nearly as close to the small TV as they wanted. So, they sat on the floor. Or rater, a dirty grey carpet that Kowalski complained about enough to annoy Skipper each day.

Skipper decided that they should leave soon.

Kowalski stared at the screen in confusion. "Oh yes. It is very humorous because..." His voice trailed off trying to place what he was about to say about the movie they were watching.

The leader rolled his eyes. "Oh for pete's sake, Kowalski. It is humorous because the Hulk randomly punched Thor in the wall!" After his explanation, he began to laugh sarcastically, making fun of the scientist.

Kowalski didn't seem to mind the ridicule, his eyes stayed fixated on the movie. "Are you sure it isn't because Hulk is a reference to Rico, being a mindless destruction machine and blowing off an adrenaline rush on Thor so he can fight more efficiently? If so, I find it odd that someone would classify that as humorous."

Skipper removed his hand from Private's wrist to rub his temple. "Kowalski? No. Just, no."

Rico laughed again, rolling onto his stomach. Kowalski's face expression changed yet again to confusion. "Why is it humorous that Hulk is thrashing around Loki-"

Immediately, Skipper was debating wether or not to slap Kowalski into next week. Before he could start his threat, a woman's voice behind the room's door had started it for him. "You better not ask something like that again, Kowalski. I think you're making boss man mad."

Everyone was up instantly. Rico had gone into action, coughing up weapons that scientifically wouldn't be able to come out of his stomach, or his throat. He spewed up eight pistols in a matter of seconds. After those objects, he spewed up first a bow, then a set of arrows. While Private was grabbing for his bow and arrows, the others had already gotten two pistols each. Ten seconds was all it took for the four to be up and ready.

The woman behind the door laughed. She probably heard the scramble. "Oh, stop. I just wanna talk, really. Now open the door."

"Fine." Skipper answered. He whispered behind his shoulder at his team, "be ready." The man started to walk towards the was a short walk, but the team almost silently wished that the five step walk wold take forever. To give them time to calm themselves.

Skipper sized up his team. Surely, they could handle anything thrown at them. Rico, he wasn't that good at aiming, but he had speed that could turn any pistol into a machine gun from bullet amount, and he was very strong. Not as strong as their leader, but strong enough to take down most people in hand to hand combat. That was his specialty; it would have been better if Rico could fight hand to hand rather than a shoot out. Kowalski was the complete opposite. He was the worst member of the team in hand o hand combat, even worse then their youngest member. He was perfect with a gun, though. He was precise with taking down a target with only one or two bullets, and didn't randomly aim and shoot, like Rico. Then, there was Private. It was an unspoken secret of the group that the only reason Private made it on the team was because he was the best sharp shooter that they had ever seen. He excelled with a sniper, but he usually preferred to use a bow and arrows in combat because he felt aiming a gun wastes too much time, rather than arrows, which he has been shooting for years that it is more like second nature now.

Skipper always felt better when facing an enemy when he reminded himself of what his teammates could do. He slowly twisted the doorknob, then swung the door open, immediately lifting up both pistols in his hands to whoever would appear in the doorway.

Skipper groaned and put one of his guns at his side, keeping the other aimed. "Oh not you again!"

Assana grinned. Her hair hand changed yet again as a silver grey, that was styled professionally into a bun, with a few braids mixed in her hair. She wasn't wearing a dress this time, but instead tight black pants, and a navy blue T-shirt. Both of which hugged every curve she had very nicely; and even Kowalski had to admit that she did have a good body. Her skin was a peachy colour, and her make-up looked a little more natural then when they first met. The only thing that was overly flashy about her this time was her pumped heels.

She gave Skipper a meaningful look. "Were you expecting someone else?"

"I think we were expecting anyone else then you."

Assana looked over Skipper to who answered. "Well, I'm here Kowalski. And I've come to warn you."

Skipper raised his eyebrows. "Warn us? Think of your next words carefully."

She didn't seem fazed by the leader's intimidating demeanour. She began to walk into the room. The team were surprised at her calmness, and were too shocked to stop her. They stared as she walked to the first bed, and made a face as she sat down slowly. "Ew. I can't believe you spent more than five minutes in here."

"The... the warning?"

"Oh, yes." Assana seemed to finally remember. She gave each of them a look in turn. "You're all going to die."

"What?" Kowalski asked, dropping his pistols a little from his aim.

She smiled. "We set up a trap for you. One you can't possibly get out of. Trust me, we've been planning it forever. I'm here to give you a choice."

Skipper was getting angry now. "I'm supposed to believe that you came here, unarmed and unguarded, to tell us that you were going to kill us in a trap?"

"And to give you a choice."

He rolled his eyes again. "Right. So tell us your choice. Because since it's you, it'll obviously be ingenious." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Assana's grin broadened. "My deal, is that instead of all of you dying in my clever trap, you can hand over two of you to be 'interrogated' by my boss. For your crimes, of coarse."

Skipper was a little disappointed at her answer. He was angry, too, that she expected that he would give up one of his men- because he wouldn't let two of them go, he would have to be one to go. First, that was not going to happen. They did things as a team. He was disappointed because Assana seemed bent on keeping the lie that they were being hunted down because they had committed 'crimes' that they needed to be locked up. Skipper knew that that was just what they told others to cover up they wanted them captured.

The leader gave her a look. "Uh huh. You honestly expect us to do that?"

Private and Rico had been silent the whole time. Private held his aim, with the bow's string pulled back to his chin. He felt better that Skipper was taking charge, like he does. It was good to know that Skipper always tried to protect them. Rico's eyes had fallen from his aim on Assana, back on the TV that had the movie they didn't put on pause. He was more fixated on the scene of Ironman flying a nuke into a portal. Seemed more interesting, in his mind.

Assana stood up. It was time for her to go. She started to walk towards the door. "No, I don't Skipper. That's the point." Without giving the leader time to respond, she left the room, just as calm as she was coming in.

Skipper thought for a moment. Their boredom was over. They were finally gonna get a long night full of action again. He missed it.

Next chapter is gonna be fun to write ^_^

The movie I referenced is The Avengers. I just watched it again after a month or something after I saw it in the theatre. It's weird, I remembered it being much more awesome in the cinema.

Also, in case anyone wondered where the 'Private is a sharp shooter' came from, watch 'Stop bugging me'. In the end, Private shot that dart thing so expertly, and he only aimed for like three seconds? And then in the beginning of 'A visit from uncle Nigel' when the penguins went to get confirmation from Phil and Mason, Private was seen with a bow and an arrow, while the others were seen with something else. Just something I've noticed.