Chapter 2: The Battle Continues
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Rate and Review. This one is a tad more serious :)
MacRae held a borrowed hair-dryer from Rebecca to the still present wet patch at the entrance to his room, grumbling as his knees began to ache. Finn opened up the windows to allow the air in to try to speed things up whilst Piers wiped the clothes drawer which had gotten soaked in the process.
"In hindsight, putting this as a defence wasn't such a good idea" he said, continuing on.
"Still it got us out of a prank war in the middle of the night" Piers pointed out.
"Good point but still. Next time I think something more simple will be in order" MacRae said.
"And what would that be?" Finn asked.
"Tape. I've made plans to put a web of tape up just in front of the door, leaving them enough room to get in and due to the lack of light and the already poor visibility of see-through tape, they'll walk right into it" he said, gesturing to several rolls of the stuff on his desk.
"Why did you...?" Finn was cut off by the two of them speaking in unison.
"Anticipation" they both said, before finishing off.
"There. It should dry on it's own if we leave the window open on a slant" he said, preferring not to leave it open as a way in for Chris or Jill for that matter. He then stretched out his muscles before grabbing a black shirt with the BSAA logo on as well as a pair of jeans.
"We still have time off?" Finn asked, noticing the casual clothes.
"Until the mess with Tall Oaks and Langshiang is sorted, yes we do" he said. "By the way, did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Yeah. You make a great pillow and Piers is a great spooning partner" he said, a small blush tinting his cheeks.
"Any time" the Brit said with a small smile, chucking the shirt and jeans on.
They walked out of the room together and headed into the central control room where they intended to catch up on some long-due paperwork. MacRae made to sit down and lean back in his chair, but he fell backwards in the process, a not so manly yelp escaping him, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Nice trip?" Jill asked as she walked by, a screwdriver in her hands, taunting him with a smirk.
"Splendid" he answered sarcastically,
"Glad to hear it. I need to thank Chris for the idea" she said, walking off, but not before leaving the screwdriver and the small pile of screws on his desk. The Brit spent five minutes putting everything where it was meant to be and soon sat down on his chair, letting out a small sigh and then a chuckle earning amused smiles from his two companions.
"What are you thinking?" Piers asked.
"I'm thinking that I put my own DIY skills to good use" he said, a devious smirk playing on his face as he looked at the screwdriver in his hands.
(Jills Room)
"Jill isn't the only one who can pick a lock. Thanks to the BSAA standard training, I can pick locks in an emergency or when I'm about to make an arrest" he said, taking out his own lockpick and he began working on her door.
"How is it?" Finn asked him.
"BSAA standard locks. It's on all of the rooms except mine" he said, a click gracing him.
"And so we enter the dragon's den" Piers said, looking at the room.
Her room was the same as his with a double bed pressed into the corner, a desk in another with her personal laptop and photo of her friends from S.T.A.R.S, one without Wesker and it included the Brit. By the bed was a small bedside table with a lamp on it and in another corner was the wardrobe which housed uniforms and civilian clothes.
"I thought she would've prissed the whole place out" Finn said.
"Jill isn't a priss. Her room reflects it" he said, looking at the hinges on the door.
"So what's your plan?" Piers asked.
"I am going to unhinge the door and use the bucket for a second time in this little war. We can leave the door slightly open so she'll investigate and she won't suspect it was me until she opens it" he said and if he cackled he would be the perfect stereotypical villain.
"I'll run down and get it. If anyone asks, I'll tell them I'm returning it to the cleaners closet" Finn said.
"Good, away you go" Piers said.
"I managed to snag a spare one from my desk. I keep one in case something happens and I can't be bothered to buy a new desk" he said, handing the spare one. "You work on the bottom whilst I work on the top" he said.
It was five minutes later when they had unhinged the door and they loosened the screws on her bedside table so that the slightest amount of pressure would cause it to collapse as well. If you're going to do something then you better do it right. MacRae hid the screws in his pocket, passing the jangling in them as loose change when Finn came back, face pale.
"Finn, what happened?" MacRae asked in concern.
"They rigged the room" he said and they hurried back where a note was left on their bedside table and it was noticeably colder in there.
"We've rigged the heating in your room to stay cold for at least a day. Teach you to shove a pie in my face" MacRae read out and he smirked. "Clever boy" he said, looking at the thermometer that was in here.
"What do you think?" Piers asked.
"We have to move" he said. "Piers, your room is backup. Bring extra blankets in case they decide to rig your room as well. Have you had the locks changed?" he asked.
"I had them done in March. I had a feeling something would happen" he said.
"Right. Let's get to work" he said, grabbing a spare bolt from his desk and leaving the now freezing room, but not without taking his quilt. Finn's room was in the same area as hers and they soon went down there to collect his quilt in the event that they had rigged his room to go cold when a startled cry reached them, a female one at that.
"MACRAE!" she yelled and he broke down laughing.
"Attempt to mess with my face and I'll mess with you!" he yelled back, wiping a tear from his eye.
They made a dash for Finn's room and footsteps could be heard stomping towards them.
"You forget I carry my lockpick with me too" she said, and clicking could be heard on the other side of the door. They promptly blanched as she broke the lock in six seconds and with some makeup which she rarely used in tow, advanced on them, an evil smirk on her dripping face.
All that could be heard, were the horrible screams as each one was struck down with a mixture of mascara, lipstick, blush and powder. Agents who walked by winced in sympathy in the beautifying massacre, not one was spared.
Five minutes of terror later and the three of them touched up with bright red lipstick, mascara and eye liner with rosy cheeks and powdered skin. Jill looked at each of them with a triumphant grin and she looked straight at MacRae who was busy wiping the lipstick off.
"If I had you in dresses you could've looked like elegant women" she said.
"Revenge will be ours Jill. Mark my words" he threatened and he produced bottle of water which Finn kept in his room and she gave them wet wipes, but not before taking a picture.
"I won't spread it, I swear. I'll keep it as a reminder" she said.
"If it goes public I will go mad" MacRae said.
"I can't even if I wanted to. If it gets back to O'Brian, he'd take our heads off" she said.
"True" the Brit said, wiping the last of the gunk off of him.
"So, can we go now?" Finn asked.
"Yes you can go sweetie" she said. When it came to Finn, her maternal instincts kick in and she has had a soft spot for the young agent. Finn soon became the little brother of the BSAA because despite his job, he retained innocence. The other two left and MacRae went to go but was stopped.
"Can I have a word with you?" she asked and he nodded.
"Is something wrong Jill?" he asked.
"It's about Finn and Piers. Do you like them? As in, like them" she said, putting extra emphasis on the like and he blushed a little. "Oh my God, you do" she said, grinning like an idiot.
"What gave it away?" he asked.
"I saw the way you were cuddling. You didn't exactly move. You all just seemed to fit together, Finn's head snuggled against your chest, Piers' arm reaching over to you" she said and he stopped her before she could continue.
"Please don't turn this sappy Jill" he said with a grin.
"Sorry, I'm still a sap for all that romantic crap" she said.
"I hadn't guessed" he said in mock-seriousness. "Listen Jill, I have to go. Chris rigged the heating in my room so it's quite cold" he said and she grinned.
"I think I can help you" she said, producing a key.
"Why would you help us? I thought you worked with him?" he asked.
"That was temporary. He's out until late tonight so you can rig his room with plenty of little hidden nasties" she said and he grinned deviously.
(Medical Labs)
"Hey Rebecca" the Brit said as he walked into the domain of the medic who turned and smiled brightly at him. "I have a favour to ask of you" he said and she nodded.
"Anything" she said.
"Could you create an easily concealed itching powder?" he asked and she raised a brow.
"Prank war?" she asked.
"Yeah but Chris started it so this is my revenge for Chris giving Jill the idea to piss about with our chairs" he said and she nodded in understanding. "So can you do it?" he asked.
"Mac, your looking at the one who created a cure for the C-Virus. Give me a couple of hours and I can have that powder ready for you" she said and he grabbed her in a huge hug.
"You're the best" he said.
"Well I try" she said, and he left with a wave.
(Piers' room)
"Are you sure we can trust it?" Piers asked, looking at the key.
"I had security check it over under the pretence that it was a lost key. They confirmed that it does belong to Chris" he said, taking the key from Piers and chucking it in the pocket protector on his black shirt.
"And the itching powder?" the sniper asked.
"Rebecca will let me know when it's ready" he assured.
"And what about us?" Piers asked.
"I need you two to guard both entrances to the hallway and let me know if he's on the way, stall him if possible" he said and they both nodded, grabbing their earpieces and handing them to each of his dear friends. "I'm on Channel 2" he said and they headed out.
One question went through his head as they walked towards their targets room. Would this work or would it backfire?