AUTHOR NOTE

I started this chapter after I did the last one, which is odd for me since I usually do like a chapter al in one day. I just figured I get this one done faster if I started on it. Ya know, I gotta get the ideas flowing :)

I REGRETFULLY DO NOT OWN THE AMAZING SPIEZ.

Operation: Guns

Rated: T

Chapter 11: Rock Show

"Aw man," Lacey sighed as the jet descended onto the ground again. She looked out of the window near her controls and made a whistling sound. "If only I wasn't here to protect, but enjoy!"

"Take it easy, little punk rocker," Marc chuckled, "It's just a couple of representatives of the U.S. who know how to play instruments. And maybe a couple of other bands. Charity remember?"

Lacey groaned in reply.

They spies landed and filed out of the jet.

"Alright guys," Josh said, "Split up. Keep in touch by earpieces, the norm. If you see trouble and you're alone,call for back-up. It sounds like WOOHP and it's agents are in danger. Stick to groups of three or two, 'kay?"

The other spies nodded and all headed in their separate directions.

Megan and Gia climbed onto the stage with Josh and Lee. The four exchanges glances and parted; the girls going backstage, the guys putting on their roadie uniform of a cap and a stained blue polo shirt and jeans.

"Can you lift heavy stuff?" Josh asked Lee gruffly.

"Uh huh. I'm big for my age," Lee replied, which earned a laugh from the older boy.

"I am too, man, I am too."

Lacey, Marc and Tony had rounded the stage by now and were going to assume places near the front and back of the building. To their dismay, they realized that the building was huge.

"Shit… I wish Jerry had sent more than a couple of extra spies," Lacey muttered. How the hell were they supposed to secure the whole place if it was bigger than a house and there were only three of them?

"Maybe there are some other security guards," Marc thought out loud. "One of us can go check."
"No, no, no," Lacey objected immediately, her eyes growing to be protective, "We have to stick to groups. If someone's out to get the WOOHP spies, then one alone would be vulnerable. We all stay or we all go, and if we all go the building won't be secure, so we have to stay."

Tony groaned, but Marc raised an eyebrow.

"So… do you have any idea who Wang's boss could be?" He asked her.

Lacey shrugged and shook her head with a frown, saying nothing. Marc knitted his eyebrows. She's more cryptic than a super computer!

"So, the building looks to be rectangular—big shock," The brunette girl observed, "We need someone to guard the front and right side, someone to guard the back and left side, and someone to guard the roof. Who wants to do what?"

"I totally call the roof!" Tony said automatically.

Marc rolled his eyes. "I'll do whatever you don't wanna do," He told her.

Lacey bit her lip, deciding which post would be more dangerous. In all the movies, and through all of her experiences, criminals always entered in the dumbest ways… after a second she decided that the back was most challenging.

"I'll take the behind," She told him.

Marc nodded and got his gadget out of his belt. "Just so we don't look too young to be security…." He first sprayed himself, then Tony, then Lacey, making them all about 5'9".

"Eh, this'll work," Lacey snorted and jogged around the corner calling back, "Keep in touch, a'ight?"

Tony let out a chuckle and scaled the side of the building, quickly climbing onto the roof. Marc sighed and found the middle point of the building. He crossed his arms to make himself look tough and leaned against the wall. Now for some action…

Gia pulled the curtain back to reveal another part of the backstage.

"Damn! This place has a new little spot everywhere you look!" She whispered to Megan who was standing behind her. The girls had dressed in some dark jeans and tight shirts. It wasn't the real attire for groupies, but it was the farthest they would go.

Megan and Gia had been exploring the stage for the past half hour and they had hoped to be finished when they found more and more. They had passed Lee and Josh a couple of times and shared status reports but no one had found anything odd. They hadn't seen the "Security" at all.

"Hey, babe, the show's gonna start in fifteen minutes," A gruff voice said. The two turned to see a big guy gripping some drumsticks.

"I don't think he's a state representative," Megan whispered to Gia.

The blonde looked kind of disgusted. She hated to be called "Babe" or "Sweetheart" by someone she didn't know—especially guys who were older than her. She put on her sweetest smile possible. "Okay! We'll go find seats backstage."

The guy returned the smile and went to go sit at his drumset. Gia led Megan to the row of seats they had been assigned to sit at.
"Are we really gonna just sit here?" Megan whispered.

"Of course not! It's ceiling-walking time."

Megan's face spread into a wide grin as she activated the feature on her boots and began to scale the ceiling. The two had just reached the beginning of the stage when they heard the music start wailing. The crowd in the pavilion answered with excited cheering. Another note rang out, and so did the crowd. The curtain opened then, and the band members began to play.

Gia spotted Josh over near the left side of the stage, doing his "roadie" job. He was trying to walk away from some red-head who was flirting with him, she could tell. Lee was doing something with the lights on the other side, but he was watching the crowd intently and looking for signs of Wang.

The girls sat there, clinging to the ceiling for over an hour. They weren't really into the music since there was no singer, no real beat, and they didn't know the band. Megan noted, that the music sucked and the leather the men were wearing probably wasn't eco-friendly.

About halfway through the band's tenth song, Megan saw something; The flicker of light on long black hair in the crowd. She craned her neck to try and see if what she had seen was real, but the motion did not repeat. She relaxed for a few minutes, and the band continued on to the eleventh song. On the first note, she heard a faint noise. The music was so loud that she couldn't be sure that she really heard it. She listened hard. And then she heard it—both her and Gia. It was the sound of screaming.

Gia pressed a finger to her earpiece and reported the activity to Lacey, and then she waited until she could see the Asian woman. They were in their spy uniforms again and they couldn't be spotted right now.

Josh had apparently heard the noise too. He was on the stage right in front of the guitarist, staring out at the crowd as the screaming increased in volume and continued.

"Hey!" The guitarist growled, moving forward to push him out of the way. With the stopping of the music, the screaming could be heard. The bassist stopped playing abruptly and took his bass off of his shoulder, setting it down on its stand.

"What is that?" The bassist demanded. The screaming continued. By now, Josh had spotted what had happened.

"Everyone! Get out of here! Exit anywhere, help eachother. Your safety depends on it!" The ash-haired boy yelled to the crowd.

The people parted, now taking up the scream. In seconds the area was clear, revealing a puddle of blood and a lifeless man.

Josh and Lee sprinted to the scene, looking down at the body. Josh checked for a pulse, bloodying his hands as he did it. He began the CPR procedure, but after a moment decided it was useless.

"He's gone!" He snarled.

Lee looked around for the Asian woman; he couldn't bear to look down at the body or see the blood.

"She's gone!" Lee growled. He pressed his finger to his earpiece, "Lacey! Wang killed somebody over here! Watch the perimeter!"

"Got it," Came the reply.

Lacey who was standing behind the building pressed onto her own earpiece, "Marc, Tony, I just got word from Lee. Says that Wang's been over there, ruined the concert, killed somebody. Sounds like we're gonna have company in a sec."

No sooner had she said that, she heard activity on the roof. It took everything in her not to jump up and go to Tony's rescue immediately. She had to think rationally.

"Tony, what's going on up there?" Lacey asked wearily into her earpiece.

"Nothing," Tony reported back, "It's quiet up here, all except for the screaming over by the sta—holy cow!" And then the sound of his voice disappeared.

"Tony?" Lacey prompted, "Tony!" But there was no response.

The brunette girl climbed up the side of the building and heaved herself onto the roof, finding Tony on the floor clutching his hand and a short lady with long black hair standing above him.

"Wang!" Lacey snarled. The woman turned with a smile on her face, which was her mistake. Tony swung his foot out and took her legs out from under her. The thirteen-year old was on her in a second, trying to knock her out so they could take her back to WOOHP and question her.
"Ah… they said you were a clever child," Wang panted as she got herself together, "But unfortunately, I do not see it." And with that she shoved Lacey off like it was nothing. The Asian woman took out a silver key and sliced a circular hole in the concrete around herself. Lacey rushed at her, but Wang had already gone through the roof.

"Crap!" Lacey hissed. Her gaze flicked to Tony. "Tell Marc to go through the front of the building and that Wang's inside. We've gotta surround her. Call the others too."

"What am I gonna do?"

"Just keep guard. If she gets out through that hole, beat her back down to us."

"You got it," Tony said with a smile.