Author's Note: Sorry for that typo error there. I didn't notice. Anyway, thank you for the review Wondergirl4eva. Actually, you are the first to actually come too close to what I have in mind. But it was someone else who set them off on the wrong track so the girls won't get suspicious. Last chapter was actually Chapter Six, sorry for that typo again. I won't keep you guys anymore.
~princessamber081898
Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club
Chapter Seven: Finding Out
Tecna glanced at her rear view mirror and saw that there were six motorbikes helping them take out the Jaguars.
"Girls, we've got friendlies on our six. I thought no one called for back up yet," Tecna said.
"We haven't. If we have, we would have called in and you would have heard," Flora pointed out.
"Flora's right. Still who are those guys?" Layla said.
"We'll deal with them later, what we have to do now is get the Jaguars away from public and from the Specialists," said Bloom.
"Wait, why is my GPS tracker for Brandon directly behind me?" Stella asked.
"What?! Wait, Riven's tracker too," Musa said.
"We'll get out answers later. For now, keep your focus on the mission," Bloom commanded.
The next thing they heard was an explosion. The car the Jaguar King was riding exploded, killing everyone riding it. It was a good thing there were a few civilians in the area and they were too far from the crash so there were no casualties. The Winx got out of their cars and ran to the motorbikes. The drivers had their helmets on. Musa noticed that there was a scratch on one of the drivers' legs.
"Thank you for that," Bloom said.
"Your welcome," the driver said.
"We were after those thugs for a while now. Anyways, we have to go and report to our superiors before the cops get here," another driver said.
"Thanks again," Stella said.
After talking to the authorities, they reported to Ms. Faragonda, the lady seemed surprise to see them there. Stella was bleeding, a bullet grazed her arm. She was being treated to by one of the medics.
"I take it you guys were attacked again, I swear this is getting out of hand," Ms. Faragonda sighed. "There's something you should know. I'm afraid I may have overstepped my boundaries as your superior."
The girls waited.
"I'm sorry but a death threat was received for you guys. I consulted the head of the Red Fountain division and he assigned six male agents to protect you. Knowing that you wouldn't want to be manhandled I thought of a plan that would make you agree to the idea," Ms. Faragonda said.
"You had to tell us that we will be the ones doing the protecting. The Specialists were our saviors earlier, weren't they?" Tecna concluded.
Ms. Faragonda nodded and the girls stood.
"So, I take it that our 'mission' is over?" Musa said. Ms. Faragonda nodded again.
They headed out the door of the agency and drove to the Specialists' mansion.
The boys were sitting idly in the living room when they walked in. Their faces held no emotion in them. The guys waited for the Winx to say something.
"Um, we have to go," Bloom prompted.
"What do you mean 'go'?" Sky asked.
"Our mission is over. It ended when the Jaguars were arrested and the so called Jaguar King is dead. We don't have to pretend anymore," Stella answered.
"Y-you can't just pack up and go," Brandon protested.
"And why not?! Everything we've been through aside from the Jaguars is all a lie! You were the one doing the protecting and NOT the other way around!" Layla yelled. The Specialists looked taken aback. "Ms. Faragonda, who turned out to be your 'number one fan' is the one who told us everything so quit pretending like you care about us!"
"Whoever told you that we don't care about you?!" Nabu asked, frustrated.
"Forget it, we'll just end up hurting each other. Let's go, girls," Flora said.
"No!" Helia said.
"You can't stop us, Helia! Ms. Faragonda already gave us the go signal to leave so if you'd please get out the way. Flora's right, anyway," Tecna said.
"Oh yeah? Where will you go?" Timmy said.
"Anywhere that won't remind us of you. Let's go," Musa said.
"Please stay," Riven pleaded.
"Sorry, our hearts are dust now," Musa said. With that, they ran upstairs and grabbed their bags. When they came back to the living room, the girls left their duplicate keys on the coffee table.
"The agency will be back for the equipment," Bloom said.
That being said, they left the house. The guys, frustrated, buried their faces in their hands.
Author's Note: Sorry, this turned out to be shorter than the others. My mom is nagging me to get off the computer already. We had to attend a christening celebration. This isn't the end, though. Probably, next chapter where their story continues. So until then, see you guys! ^_^v
~princessamber081898