Chapter 16, Discovered
Church
I was lying on the couch with Cobalt doing nothing. I'd been doing this for like three hours since Tex left, only to realize there are a million different things I can do around the house that could be even more boring. Which includes laundry and dishes, but who the hell wants to do that shit? Just lying around all day is much better and plus, I was getting my daily bath from Cobalt, starting with my feet. Hey, maybe this dog'll come in handy for somethin' after all. Now all I need to try him to do is wash the dishes and start the laundry, then my life will be complete.
"Church!" Tucker shouted through the door, coming out muffled. Didn't the guy know how to knock? First it was the damn breaking in, now it was just shouting my name. Fucking retard, why couldn't he just bang his fist on the door? Or, better yet, just not come at all.
"Tucker, what the fuck do you want?!" I sat up and growled, glaring at the doorway to the entrance.
"Can I come in?" Urg, fucking retard, I'm telling you.
"Hell, sure, why not? You've already disturbed my rest and got Cobalt's tail wagging and tickling my fucking shin." At the sound of his name, Cobalt jumped off the couch.
Of course, the door opened and my retarded dog went to greet my retarded friend. Tucker entered, Cobalt by his side with his tail wagging a million miles an hour and him with a pack of beer. Well, at least he brought something useful with him.
"Hey, Church. I heard Tex isn't home, so I thought I'd stop by, 'ya know? Ain't got nothin' better to do anyway." He plopped down on the couch at my feet and Cobalt laid at his feet, his tail thumping the ground slightly and panting lightly. "Where is she anyway?" I sat up right now and he got himself a beer, opening the can with a cracking sound. I took one too from the pack he had set between us. The only thing I was worried about was it getting on the couch. Tex would rip my head off.
"She's doing freelancer shit. Investigating Wash and Mass's missing person case. Oh hey, where's your hell spawn?"
"Junior's in the entry. I think he's chewing on the doorframe." I glared at him. "No, he's probably just debating coming in here to see you. They're missing?" I took a long draw of my cool beer before responding.
"He better not be fucking chewing on anything, and, yeah. They'd been missing for about thirty hours. So far it doesn't look like the case is turning up much, but that was this morning." Tucker took a sip of his beer, looking a little thoughtful by the scowl on his face.
"It's not like Wash to just disappear. Who's Mass anyway? Some dude friend of his?" I leaned forward and picked up a photograph of her that was on the coffee-table. She was certainly a happy looking woman; I wonder how she ever got romantically involved with Wash. I handed the photo to Tucker and he studied it.
"According to his commander, they were lovers. He says she called the base almost every day at least twice to talk to him, calling him Davidpoo." Tucker laughed.
"How embarrassing for him, but man, she's a hottie." I rolled my eyes and took a sip again.
"You're such a desperate guy. Though she's not too bad I guess." Now Junior crawled up the side of the couch I was on and ended up landing on my lap. Ew, fucking gross alien-hell-spawn-thing. He immediately jumped over to Tucker and landed on his lap. Thank God.
"What are the police sayings?" He looked up at me curiously.
"Two things, one, fucking formal Tucker, two, they said that they might close the case soon and just mark it that they probably left with each other willingly and will return later without much of a commotion."
"What, like they think they eloped or something?" I shook my head.
"Yeah, I guess so. Sounds fucking out of character for Wash, but I guess I don't know how in love he was." I shrugged. "Maybe they wanted to get it over with without anybody contesting or anything. It's possible, I mean, I wouldn't mind just eloping with Tex." I took another sip again and he was quiet. For some reason, I didn't get the feeling telling him was a good idea. He wouldn't do anything, I was pretty sure of that, but I wasn't sure entirely what he was getting at with all these strange questions. It wasn't like him to be this curious, usually he just stayed quiet and listened instead.
"What even makes them consider otherwise?" I stared at him now.
"They found some of Wash's blood in her apartment, his pistol and some wilted red roses." Tucker turned away and so did I, confused by his attitude today. Man it was unlike him to just completely ignore the fact Wash had been dating and not make some type of dirty joke out of Mass, not to mention he seemed to be serious for once about the questions, like they actually meant something to him.
The air conditioner clicked on and that's when Tucker jumped to his feet like it had given him an idea. Cobalt looked up to him and so did I as he sat down Junior on the couch. "Church, I'll be back, watch Junior for me." I stood to protest, but he was already running for the door.
"Tucker! You fucking retard! Get back here!" I chased after him, managing to spill some beer on the carpet and couch. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Secret Agent Man
Tucker
Okay, now I was no Einstein, but I knew damn well that the government was going to make a huge mistake if they closed the case with the theory they had eloped, not only because Wash would be a retard to elope with a girl he's only been dating for like four weeks, but because it just didn't fit with the blood or pistol or roses. Think about it, if they'd been planning to get married, it would only make sense they'd at leave a note so that there wouldn't be a cause for panic and why the hell would Wash be bleeding? It wouldn't make sense for you to make your fiancé bleed at your feet if you were going to elope. As for the roses, don't you think if he'd come to ask her to leave with him to get married she would've at least taken the roses? I know if I was a chick---which I'm not, thank God----I would have, and I know that Tex probably would have, even if it was just to toss them in the trash. For the gun, I know for almost a fact that Wash would've kept his weapon with him if he'd left. Especially with everything that's been going on with the Director and Meta. It just wouldn't be smart at all, even I knew that.
I jumped into my car and started towards command, if I sped like I was, it would only take about fifteen minutes to make it into town and five minutes to find the base. It's about ten AM now, Tex could be stopping by to file a report or something, and I was going to need her help if I planned on getting anything done.
My guesses were about fifteen minutes off, but I did make it in time to see Tex and some loser walking towards the gate. She looked annoyed, very annoyed.
I turned and clamped on the brakes, my tires squealing as I came to a stop in front of them. I rolled down my window to talk to a surprised Tex. "Tucker, want to tell me what the hell you're doing here? And are you tryin' to kill yourself?" I smirked.
"I have an idea for the investigation, get in and I'll show you. And, no, I wanted to look badass. Did it work?"
She opened the passenger's door and got in. "Nothing works for you." She leaned over me. "James, go file the reports, I'll be back later."
"Okay, Ma'am." I rolled up my tinted window and sped off again, the engine snarling and tires squealing for a moment.
"You're sure in a rush," Tex pointed out.
"Yeah, I am. Do you still have any stealth skills?"
"Of course I do, why?"
"I'm gonna need you to follow me into someplace." She was quiet. Maybe I was confusing her with my sudden outburst of intelligence. "Bow chicka bow wow."
"Where the hell are we going?" I glanced at her. She looked hot today, wearing all black and tight clothing. Rare to see her dress in tight clothes very often, but it looked nice on her.
"A mining tunnel not too far from the docks."
"Whoa, whoa, you want to go into a mining tunnel? That's dangerous." Well no shit.
"I know that bitch. I've been down there before though and I'm fine."
"I'm not too convinced of that, you're acting like a maniac on the road and you're a complete retard half the time. Maybe it boiled the inside of your skull." I shook my head, frowning. As much as she didn't want to believe me, I knew what I was doing, and she'd learn that soon. It wasn't that hard to sneak passed the Zealots by the entrance and then sneaking through the shadows was a piece of cake. Mmm, cake. But yeah, anyway, there wasn't very much lighting in that place, so it was just a matter of not tripping. I'd done that once and Maine had chased me out, throwing a banana peel at me and trying to hit me with a magazine. Dumb ass.
Just as finished that thought, I saw the forest by the docks and a parking lot made of gravel on a hill. I pulled up and parked. Tex was wary to follow me into the forest but she did anyways, neither of us hardly making a sound. "What's in this mining tunnel?" she whispered in my ear, her breath hitting me.
"I know it's where Maine spends most of his time and I know any new equipment they get is placed out here."
"They?"
"Meta and the Director." Even though it was in the morning, it was looking pretty dark in the trees, probably because of how close together they were, but I liked it better, provided a lot of cover. Tex's attire probably blended in really well, but mine on the other hand probably stuck out well.
"What kind of equipment?"
"Like they got some steel and yellow armor like Wash's, some large machines that I'm pretty sure is illegal if not being used in a hospital."
"Hospital? You think they're doing some kind of strange surgery or something? And what does-"
"They probably have Mass and Wash. No, scratch that, they do have them. What they're going to do with them is the question." I tensed against a tree and Tex glanced around it as I did too. A red and blue Zealot was arguing in front of the entrance downward.
"Since when do you know everything, Tucker?" I smirked crookedly, winking at her.
"Since forever 'cause I'm a fucking genius."
"Suuure. So those guys are working for Leonard?"
"Yeah. On the count of three, follow me as quietly as possible. Sync?" She looked at me with surprise, but nodded.
"Sync." I watched the Zealots doing their patrol while arguing. I'd stayed up all night last week to memorize their pattern, so this should be easy unless they changed it, which I doubted. They pretty much just stayed in the same routine of arguing all day and walking around. I spotted the two Zealots I needed to move even just a foot and saw that they were where they'd been ten seconds ago. Any second now…
"1…2…sync." I took off, hearing Tex's almost silent footsteps behind me and moved just within two feet of the Zealots getting prepared to turn around. I'd done this for what seemed like a million times this week to see what was going on inside.
Our footsteps were a little loud on the metal stairs, but I doubted the zealots would hear.
The first thing I heard was sobbing from a room right at the exit. Wasn't that room storage? Obviously it was something else…but what? A prisoner's holding place?
I peeked in to see Mass sobbing on the floor, her legs and wrists both handcuffed together. Ha, I know it. Tucker rules.
"Tex, you explore, but come back here in at least three minutes, I found Mass." This was almost too easy. I heard Tex run off and went inside and knelt down next to her. "Hey, you're agent Mass, right?" she looked up to me with terrified and red swollen eyes.
"Who the hell are you? I'm Agent Massachusetts." I held my arms out.
"There's not much time, I'm Lavernius Tucker. I'm gonna get you out of here. Where's Wash?'
"You know about him?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I don't know…" I picked up her bridal style without her fussing then. She was pretty light for me, which I wasn't sure would be the case. I'm not exactly the strongest guy in the world, that's for sure.
"Let's move." I heard Tex's footsteps accompanied by her quick breathing, so I sprinted out the doorway to see her. Her eyes were panicked and she looked like she was pale.
"Tucker, it's bad, we have to stop this. I'll take Mass to the car and call for backup, you need to try and contain the situation."
"What? Me? Why? And what's going on?"
"Is he dead?" Mass demanded shakily, trembling in my arms. I loved it when women did that. So fucking ho-
"No. But I think they plan on killing him. Tucker, hurry and get in and there do whatever you can to hold them off, even committing suicide." Tex then took Mass from my arms and started to drag her away. Before I could protest, Tex was gone up the stairs. Well shit, now I have to go stop the Meta by killing myself or somethin'. Fucking great, this was going to be greaaaat. How the hell was I suppose to distract them from whatever the hell it is they're doing? I could just act like a complete retard, but that might just get me shot in the head, maybe I could destroy something? I did have a pistol and some old fireworks in my jacket---please don't fucking say anything. That was all I had though, probably should have brought some grenades or something.
I took off in the direction Tex had sprinted off in, hoping that I wouldn't have to kill myself or get killed. I was too young to die.
Okay, first things first, I have to apologize for the lame title with Tucker. He's not a secret agent, but he can be kick ass(as we observed in Recreation), but he knows more than he's saying(In the series and in this). Anyway, this chapter was fun to write, but the next was one of my favorites to write(mostly because it finally reveals what everything's about).
Music Themes for This Chapter: Uprising by Muse and Aquarius by Within Temptation
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Washington
." I closed my eyes tightly, hearing slowly as the trigger was pulled. Then there was a loud bang, but what followed wasn't silence, it sounded as if a missile had been launched. "Holy fuck!" I opened my eyes to see a bottle rocket hit my captor's feet, knocking him to the ground.
"What the hell?" Tucker strolled in, all grandiose with his pistol aimed at the captor's head. "Badass! Tucker, untie me!"
"Hey dude!" He grinned at me and fired a shot between the man's eyes. Obviously that thing had awful prediction skills and fighting.
He moved over and pulled me to my feet, going over to the desk and holding out a key. It looked perfect for unlocking this. Retarded Director, him and his stupid Meta had run off thinking I'd be killed, when I actually got saved by a bottle rocket. Tucker used the key to unlock my cuffs on both my ankles and my wrists.
"Is Megan okay?"
"Yeah, Tex took her and went to get help." I snatched the key and stuffed it into my pocket. Ah, I can move my hands and legs.
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