Chapter 5: Baby's First Mission: Part 1

Disclaimer: Me no own glee. Maybe TRIGGER WARNING.

- Jessica

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Santana yawned as she stumbled out of her room into the common area where at least half of her teammates already were.

She poured her self a glass of apple juice and plopped down in the chair next to a barely awake Kurt.

"Good morning, Kurtie. How are you on this fine morning?" She asked innocently.

The boy looked at her suspiciously.

"What do you want, Santana?"

"Oh. You just cut right to the chase don't you. I was wondering how you were doing on the suits. I got a call from a friend. There's these small time supervillains that could use a little rounding up." She says having peaked some of the others attention at the table.

"Uh okay. The final products aren't completely done. Though, I do have some that had been thrown together in case you needed them sooner." He said unsure.

"That'll do. Thanks, Kurt. Asterias, wake the rest of the team up." The rest of the table's occupants jump when the A.I. does as told.

"Fuck, still getting used to that." Puck mumbled.

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"Santana! Santana! Wait up." Santana reluctantly stopped her stride as she heard the frantic cry.

She turned around to come face to face with one Rachel Berry.

"What do you want, Hobbit."

The shorter girl blanched at venom in her voice. She quickly recovered though and straightened her back.

"Yes. Okay. I've been getting a lot of phone calls from, Finn asking where I am and if I'm coming to school. I was just wondering what is it that I should tell him, considering this top secret superhero business and what not?" She asked in a long winded speech that Santana rolled her eyes at.

The taller girl sighed, she had forgotten all about the Jolly Green Giant and school. She guessed they all kind of had to go at some point.

"Tell dough boy that you'll see him Monday and to stop stalking you. It's creepy." Rachel nodded her head frantically in response and all but skipped down the hall towards her room.

Santana shook her head. These kids were weird.

But never mind that she had more pressing matters to attend to.

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They all sat around on the various furniture scattered around the den. Santana had set up a few different objects with various blankets covering them up.

"There have been some recent break ins at a few banks around Lima, and the cops have there hands tied with all the other Lima Losers committing more important crimes. So it's up to us to stop them." She smiled mischievously at her counterparts. Clayten, Matt, and Brittany helped her take the blankets from the objects on display to everyone's amazement.

"A-Are these for us?" Tina stuttered reaching out to touch the one with Mike's name on it.

"Of course. They're not the ones that I would like you to where for things like extreme battle, but maybe punching out a couple of baddies shouldn't put to much were and tear on the old denim and leather." Santana explained patting the one closes to her. They all pretty much looked the same, with denim and leather as the base fabric and a normal outfit of the day assembly to the look. They each had a space for there emblem.

Matt surprised the group by dumping an array of spray paint cans on the floor in front of them.

"Have at it!" He then squeaked away in surprise when he was almost ran over.

In hindsight giving a bunch of teenagers spray paint and saying 'have at it.' wasn't such a good idea.

Twenty minutes later, Santana went down the line for everybody's name so she could reprogram Asterias with all the new information.

"Quinn, Tina, Mercedes, and Puck are staying here." The girls let out a collective 'aww'. Tina even going as far as pouting a little.

"Sorry, guys but it's to dangerous. As soon as you guys get your powers, you can help us beat up bad guys. Until then, you can stay here and help Asterias man the fort." Santana said semi-sympathetically. On one hand she didn't want them in her way and on the other hand she really didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially, Quinn. And she's not even going to give that fact a second thought.

"You guys can go back to your room's while I brief everyone else." Santana said, missing the hurt glare from, Quinn.

The girls trudged up the steps with an oddly energetic Puck behind them.

Quinn burst through her door, ready to angrily throw herself onto her bed, when Puck beat her to it.

She looked at him incredulously." What are you doing?" He looked at her with a goofy smile.

"You, my sexy friend, look rather miffed. So, the Puckzilla is here to flip your frown upside down. " He answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I don't want you here."

His brows furrowed slightly. "What do you mean? Everybody wants them a piece of the Puckosaurus."

"I mean, I'm mad so get out. I don't want to look at you and that rodent on your head." She grumbled pushing him out the door and into the hallway.

"But -" She cut off the rest of his sentence with a harsh slam of her door. Effectively locking everyone and everything out.

She turned around and sighed. Now, time to go wallow in her own self pity.

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It started with a loud boom and then a bunch of rapid flashes. Quinn couldn't really tell you want happened after that considering the last thing she remembered was a rag being held to her face.

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"Tell us what you know!"

"I promise I don't know anything."

"I know you know something."

"I don't, I really don't!"

"You fucking bitch!"

"Aahhhhhh! No! Please stop!"

Quinn's eyes shot open at the sound of a heart breaking scream. She rapidly looked around her immediately finding the culprit in the rather small warehouse.

On her left was a whimpering Mercedes tied up to a chair and on the other was an equally as frightened Tina, she was relentlessly tugging at the restraints. Quinn could tell it wasn't working though. At least it wasn't one of them screaming.

She sighed and looked around. It was dark, she knew that for a fact.

Quinn rolled her eyes. This was all so fucking cliche.

Whoever was torturing the person that woke Quinn up suddenly walked over to them.

She arched an eyebrow.

"What do you want, JBI?" Quinn asked nonchalantly.

The man faltered a second before stepping into the harsh light.

"H-how'd you know it was me?" He asked. He was wearing a white lab coat with his hands hidden behind his back.

Quinn chuckled.

"One, you have a distinct voice, and two, I could see your Jewfro a mile away." He scowled and Quinn sneered right back.

"So here's what you're going to do. You're going to untie me and my friend's, let us go, while I decide if I should call the cops or not."

That's when he seemed to get his confidence back.

"You see, I can't let you do that. Well, alive at least."

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Puck yawned as he sat in his queen sized bed. He listened around and came back slightly startled when he heard the eerie quiet.

He could've sworn Quinn, Tina, and Mercedes stayed back with him.

He quickly ran throughout the sleeping quarters looking for the girls.

He ran his sweaty hand threw his mohawk when he didn't find a trace of anything.

"Come on, Puckerman. You had one job." He tried to think quick without getting angry. The big green freak wouldn't help shit right now.

"Um, A-Asterias! You wouldn't have happened to see where the girls went off to would you?" He let out a panicked squeak when the A. I. didn't respond. Maybe they were just playing hide and seek.

He checked the girls rooms again and almost cried when he saw a rag laying on Quinn's bed.

He quickly dialed Santana's number and prayed she'd answer. He almost cried again when she did.

"I don't think we're playing hide and go seek anymore." He said finally letting those tears slip.

A.N. Ooh, cliffhanger. Next chapter will pick exactly where this one left off.