AUTHOR NOTE

Hey, sorry it took me so long to update. I got distracted. Let's hope I find some inspiration to make this chapter at least an O.K. one.

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT FOR THE BROOKS FAMILY, MOIRA WANG, AND THE AUGUSTOS!

Operation: Guns

Rated: T

Chapter 7: Rebel Girl

Megan and Tony came downstairs the next morning to see Lacey flung across the couch, Marc sleeping on the chair, and Lee leaning against the couch on the floor. The auburn colored boy smelled suspiciously of mildew—like he had been wet before he went to sleep.

Megan shook Marc awake first, and Tony went to rouse his oldest brother with a remark of, "You might wanna take a shower before we go to school."

Marc woke Lacey with a flick to her forehead and she sat bolt upright, hand reaching for her back pocket instinctively. When she realized who woke her she immediately started cracking up and Marc couldn't help but join in.

"What happened down here last night?" Megan asked suspiciously.

"Ask Rainbow-Boy," Lacey replied between laughs.

"Huh?" Tony grunted as Marc burst out laughing yet again.

After Lee was showered and didn't smell like mildew anymore, the Clark kids and Lacey went into the kitchen for breakfast.

"Good morning kids," Karen said cheerfully, "Did you have a good sleep?"

Lacey nodded enthusiastically. "Very!"

"Ah, that's good. Did you find out when your parents were coming home, dear?"

Lacey's eyes became enraged for a brief second as she remembered what she had been told last night, but her eyes glazed over in their protective shield and she instead said, "I sure did! They're coming home right after school."

"That's good, kiddo. If you ever need to stay the night, feel free to just ask Megan!" Mrs. Clark replied.

Lacey smiled and hugged her. "Thank you for letting me stay," she said gratefully. Marc blinked in surprise. He had never heard her sound like that.

"Alright guys, we'd better get to school," Lee sighed as he picked up his backpack. The others followed suit as they began to walk to school.

Thankfully, they didn't get WOOHPed.

The day began to pass normally. Nothing exciting happened in 1st period, but in Gym Lacey beat Lee's record of 8 bulls-eye's in a row with her own record of 10 in Archery.

At lunch the five kids sat down at a table with their food. They began to talk about Moira Wang and how they were going to find her when they heard the clip-clop of high-heels coming down the hallway to the lunchroom. All five looked up as Tammy came into the cafeteria dressed in a pink mini-skirt, a black shirt, and black heels.

Megan snickered and the boys looked back down at their food without so much as a second glance. Lacey leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, now proud that she was wearing tight jeans, a blue shirt with a ninja on it, and of course her beloved combat boots.

To their dismay, the snotty girl flounced over to their table. She scrunched her nose up and looked at Lacey in distaste. The brunette regarded her with a smile and a fiery look in her hazel eyes.

"Oh my god. I told you that those combat boots were so Napoleon Dynamite. Why are you still wearing them?" Tammy scoffed.

Lacey shrugged, "'Cuz I'm not a preppy little wannabe like you and I don't care what you think," She growled and rolled her eyes.

"Well, it's never gonna get you a boyfriend in this school. Especially since you're hanging with Megan," The blonde said, pointing a finger at the black-haired girl sitting across the table.

Megan glared at Tammy, and Lacey's fist balled up from where it sat on the table. She looked like she wanted to get up and launch Tammy across the room, and from what they had seen of Lacey, the Clarks knew she was perfectly capable of doing so. Apparently, Tammy didn't get the hint.

"It amazes me that you even show your face around here, wearing what you do! But then again, I see you with Megan and I think twice. No wonder you guys are friends," she rambled, getting worse and worse with her insults. About halfway through her little speech, the brunette girl started to growl in the back of her throat. All four Clark kids glanced at her as she slowly began to get up from the table, gritting her teeth. She pushed the chair she was sitting in behind her and rose up to her full height of 5'6"—and she happened to be about 4 inches taller than Tammy.

Tammy had moved on from Megan and was now beating up on Tony and Marc with her words. Before she could finish her thoughts though, Lacey flew at her and pushed her down onto the ground. She punched with force into Tammy's nose—but she made sure that she didn't break it. She didn't want to get into too much trouble. Once the blood was running from Tammy's nose did she shut up.

Lacey got down into her face and whispered menacingly, "If you ever make fun of my friends again, you're gonna wish you were never born."

Tammy laughed despite herself, clearly unable to realize that Lacey was dangerously close to breaking her arms. "You? I doubt you could ever hurt a fly! You and those stupid combat boots."

Lacey yelled in rage and was just about to crack Tammy's left arm in two before Lee rushed forward and with Marc's help, yanked the brunette off of the blonde. Lacey struggled to get away from the two boys and back onto her victim, but Marc held her arms behind her firmly and looked at her with a cold look in his eyes. The girl realized that she had lost control, and gave into being forced away.

The three turned to see Principal Shields standing behind them with her hands on her hips.

"Now," She murmured dangerously, "What do we have here?"

Lacey glared up at the principal with defiance in her pretty hazel eyes, but Megan leapt in front of her and spoke for her.

"She was defending us, Mrs. Shields. Tammy wouldn't leave us alone and she was being an ass—I mean she was being mean," Megan explained.

The principal nodded, "Well, from what I saw, it seems that both Tammy and our new student here need to come have a talk with me in my office."

Tammy leapt up immediately at this and shrieked, "What?"

The brunette was still glaring up at the principal, and not a word had left her mouth.

Mrs. Shields turned around, and before she stalked out of the cafeteria she barked, "Tammy, Lacey, come along."

Tammy got up reluctantly and followed with a disbelieving look on her face. The girl with the hazel eyes, however, was still glaring at the back of the principal's head.

"Good luck," Tony muttered to her, "You'll need it. Principal Shields is rough."

"How do you know?" Lacey prompted.

Tony shrugged. "I'm in there like every other week."

Lacey sighed and followed both the snotty girl, and the woman in charge.

Mrs. Shields led the girls to her office—a door on the east side of the main office. She told Lacey to wait outside in one of the chairs backed against the wall, and she led Tammy into the room.

Lacey tried to listen in from where she sat outside of the door, but she heard nothing but Mrs. Shields' quiet voice, and every once in a while Tammy would object or add something in. After a few minutes, the door opened and the principal dismissed Tammy. The blonde girl stomped away without another look at either of them. Lacey stared after her with a bored expression on her face, but she was aware of someone looking at her. She looked up right into the eyes of Mrs. Shields.

"Ms. Martinez," She said quietly, "We have a lot to talk about."

She motioned for the girl to go into the room, and Lacey got up and obliged. With a heavy sigh she sat down in a chair facing the principal's gray and sad looking desk. She stared around the little white room with the gray carpet and took in her surroundings a bit more—corny posters on the walls about being a good citizen, not being a bully, trying your best, blah, blah, blah. The stuffed dog on the gray filing cabinet and the kitten calendar seemed to be out of place for this lady.

"So," Mrs. Shields started, "Tammy tells me that she stared at you, and you jumped out of your seat and attacked her for no reason. I doubt the part of her doing absolutely nothing is true. Please tell me exactly what happened. You seem like an honest girl."

Lacey groaned and her head fell back behind her on the chair. She heaved another deep sigh and looked back up.

"Okay, so… it all started when she walked into the lunch room. She first glared at us—" She began, but Mrs. Shields interrupted.

"Us?" She prompted.

"Me and the Clark siblings," Lacey informed her, and when she nodded, she continued. "She walked over to us and started ragging on my combat boots. I'm very sensitive about my combat boots because they were my dads and I was very close to him. And then to piss—I mean tick—me off even more, she started making fun of Megan. Then she started making fun of Marc and Tony, so I just kinda lost it. Typical me," She finished with a shrug.

The principal nodded and looked thoughtful.

"Alright, I'll let you go. I can understand why you lost it, and I know that she provoked it. You didn't break anything, so I can't suspend you or anything," Mrs. Shields murmured, pondering what her punishment should be. "I'll give you one detention, and a warning. If you do it again, it'll be ISS. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, now off you go."

The brunette got up and walked back to the lunchroom. She arrived just as the bell rang and ran into the Clarks on their way to class.

"Hey! She didn't eat you!" Tony rejoiced.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I'm lucky," Lacey said with a laugh.

"Do you usually attack before you speak?" Megan prompted after briefly thanking her for standing up on her behalf.

"I don't usually think. I just act," Lacey replied.

"That I can believe," Lee put in.

As they walked to class, Lacey suddenly thought of something.

"Hey, Lee, how come Tammy made fun of everyone else but you. Is there something here I don't know?"

Megan, Tony, and Marc snickered and Lee went red.

"Oh, so that's it! Okay, I get it now. That's pretty low to stoop to Lee, I thought you would go for someone with brains," Lacey said.

"I don't like her. She likes me," Lee grumbled.
"Okay, whatever."

They couldn't bring anything else up though, because one of the lockers on their left side opened and sucked them in.

"Hah! Now I get to tell Jerry that I got detention!" Lacey murmured sarcastically.

"Good luck with that one," Marc replied.

The spies landed messily on the couch in Jerry's office, and they fixed themselves uncomfortably.

"Good afternoon spies, it seems we have some trouble," Jerry chirped from where he sat at his desk, typing away like usual.

"Alright, what now, Jer?" Megan asked, getting up from the couch to sit on the floor in a much more comfortable cross-legged position.

"It seems that Wang has been spotted in Utah, stealing some weapons from a laboratory," Jerry murmured to himself as he studied the monitor. He pressed a button and the huge screen behind him lit up and showed what he was looking at. A gun that was about six feet in length popped up. "Some scientists have discovered a way to make a gun that can shoot all sorts of different things in different settings. It can shoot fire, ice, lasers, any type of bullet, and… acid. Wang stole the gun itself and the blueprints. If she gets away, the whole world could be in jeopardy. And not normal jeopardy."

"Don't worry, Jerry. We've got it covered!" Lee piped up from where he was sitting on the couch.

"Very good. Alright spies, today you have the saw-thru-everything nail file—the name says it all, the fast-reaction-web-releaser—With a pull of the trigger, it immediately releases a spider-webby substance that instantly forms a sticky, thick spider web on its target, and the Distractometer 9,000—It creates various distractions, and comes in the handy shape of a watch. Just select and press the button," He tossed the nail file to Megan, the web releaser to Lacey, and the Distractometer 9,000 to Marc. "Good luck spies!" He called as the ceiling opened and they were sucked into the jet.

Lacey pressed the button on her MPCom and switched into her green spy outfit while the others did the same. Lee fired up the jet, and they were on their way.

They arrived at the lab in Utah and were greeted by the wailing of sirens and many explosions everywhere around the large metal building. They landed the jet and rushed out to try and stop Wang.

They climbed up onto the roof to find an entrance, but they found that it was completely metal.

"Damn scientists, I was hoping for an easy way in," Lacey muttered to herself.

Megan whipped out her gadget and began sawing at the material until she had a nicely sized hole in the ceiling. The spies slipped in one at a time, each hoping to find and stop Moira Wang before she escaped.