That same morning
Sunday
Safehouse A
Dr Bennett headed home, alone.
Josh and Chloe went to bed in their own rooms and promptly fell asleep; they were completely knackered! I got Mindy up to bed where, despite her moaning she also promptly fell asleep, thanks to the cocktail of drugs that Dr Bennett had forced her to take, before she left.
Me, I collapsed beside Mindy and fell asleep, after checking that all was secure, around the safehouse. I also called Marty and advised him that we were all safe, which he had worked out anyway, as he had listened into everything that had happened. He said that he would probably come over to the house, later tomorrow. I also sent a text to Marcus, letting him know that Mindy had been injured, but that she would be okay and that it was nothing serious.
Before I got Mindy to bed, she had insisted on checking out Josh's new acquisition. She commented derisively on it only being a 2013 model, but she was still impressed that Josh had acquired a twenty-thousand dollar motorcycle! Not just that, Mindy was also impressed that he managed to get Chloe and himself back to the safehouse, on the thing, without killing themselves! It was a very powerful machine, but Mindy insisted it was nowhere near the Ducati!
Personally I think Mindy's a little jealous of Josh, right now!
Later that same day
Sunday
Safehouse A
None of us woke up till about noon.
I ended up sleeping on the couch in the briefing room, after finding myself on the floor beside our bed. On getting up off the floor, I found that somebody else had wormed themselves into the bed and pushed me out! I had left both girls sleeping and headed down to the briefing room.
"Hi Dave!" Chloe said and nudged me awake, before she pointed to a coffee on the table.
"Hi Chloe, you okay?" I asked; I had sensed that something was not right.
"I wanted to apologise for kicking you out of your own bed, last night!"
"You had a nightmare?"
"Yeah! Mindy almost died last night and with my own gun. I kept reliving that event over and over again, except this time, she died every time, no matter what I did..."
Chloe then started to sob and cuddled into me. Last time this happened, it was Mindy! I had to admit that apart from what was said over the comms, I had no idea what actually occurred in that room, last night.
I suggested to Chloe, that she walk me through the whole thing, from the moment they entered the room, to leaving via the window.
Chloe spent the next twenty-five minutes doing exactly that and I never interrupted, but just let her talk. At one stage the tears started again, but I coaxed her on. By the end of her explanation I was shocked and impressed. Considering Mindy was completely out of it, after the explosion, the two kids managed to hold it together and dispatch a Krysha!
I nodded to Josh, who had appeared in the doorway, during Chloe's explanation.
"You two did extremely well; I am really impressed by the way you both handled yourselves last night, well done!" I said, smiling at them both, as they both blushed deeply with pride.
"I second that!" Mindy said, coming into the briefing room and smiling at Chloe. "I heard the end of your explanation. Thank you Chloe! You join the, thankfully very short, list of people that I owe my life to! Dave heads that list, by the way!"
Mindy then turned to Josh, who was still beaming with pride.
"As for you Mr Grand Theft Auto! I am very impressed by your two-wheeled toy out there! Well done for that; you thought on your feet and showed great initiative. It also shows that you have what it takes to become a great vigilante! Not as good as me though!" Mindy said, with an evil smirk.
"I'm just glad you're alive Mindy," Chloe said, giving Mindy a hug, but letting go quickly as Mindy grimaced. "Sorry!"
"Got bruises in places I don't care to mention!"
"Okay, let's get dressed and go home!" I suggested.
That afternoon
Sunday
West Ridge
Once we got back home, Mindy refused to go to bed, but I insisted that she at least lie down on a couch in the living room. I actually threatened her with Dr Bennett! Apparently, Mindy didn't want to be sedated, so she finally complied and also with the help of Chloe, who threatened to put her on the couch herself, the hard way!
Mindy was looking very battle worn! Her face was still a mess and her right shoulder was all sorts of fun colours! The concussion was also making it difficult for Mindy to think straight and this also meant that she was very cranky!
Marty and Kim came around mid-afternoon to check on the wounded Hit Girl. Marty also had an interesting recording to play to us.
..._...
"Er, Chloe, you got a minute?" I asked. "In the living room."
Chloe looked up from the mat.
"Yeah, Dave," She replied.
Once Chloe had sat down in the living room, Mindy turned to her.
"Don't look so nervous!" Mindy said, laughing.
"Sorry, I wasn't sure why I was being summoned," Chloe admitted.
"When did you learn Russian?" Mindy asked.
"Oh that! I just learnt the odd phrase, in case we met any Russians," Chloe said, blushing a little.
Marty pressed 'play' on his tablet computer; it was Chloe's very distinctive growl: "Ешьте дерьмо, ублюдок!"
Chloe blushed further now!
"Very creative! 'Eat shit, motherfucker'!" Mindy laughed. "Just what I might have said!"
"I had forgotten hearing that, last night," I admitted.
"Now we have two foul mouthed bitches!" Marty commented.
"Technically Mindy, is still the best at that!" I quipped.
"You record all the conversations?" Chloe asked.
"I do, just in case!" Marty acknowledged. "I heard you say something in Russian last night and got Mindy to translate it this morning."
Later that evening
At around five, there was a knock on the door!
Mindy immediately tensed up. Marty and Kim had left and Chloe and Josh were downstairs and we weren't expecting anyone! I went over to the door and grabbed a pistol from a drawer on the way. I noticed that a pistol had materialised in Mindy's hand, seemingly from nowhere!
I looked through the peep hole.
It was a Cop.
I slowly opened the door, holding my finger up to my lips, then I turned to Mindy.
"It's a Cop; he's following up on a stolen Kawasaki motorcycle!" I called.
Mindy went white!
"How the fuck did they track it here?" Mindy asked and she sounded panicky.
"'Cause I'm good!" Marcus said with a laugh, as he came into the living room. "Tracked you all the way from New York!"
Mindy looked from Marcus to me and then her eyes narrowed considerably.
"You complete ass, Dave!" Mindy growled, before grinning, as Marcus sat down and gave her a hug.
"You okay, kid?" Marcus asked.
"I've had worse! But, what are you doing here?" Mindy asked.
"Can't I come by and check up on my little girl?"
"I've not been your little girl for quite a while!"
"You'll always be my little girl!" Marcus insisted. "Dave let me know about your injuries and after speaking with Jack, I decided to fly up."
"Dave, Marcus did not need to be told that I fucked up!" Mindy growled and looked angry.
"Mindy, I care about you; get over it!" I said, simply and Marcus nodded his agreement.
"Okay, I won't argue; I see I won't fucking win! Jeez!" Mindy groused.
"Now you be a good little girl and rest!" I insisted, with a smirk. "Got a minute Marcus?"
They both really infuriate me!
But they know I won't ever hurt them!
Dammit!
This was really starting to piss me off! I managed to get suckered into a damn ambush, then knocked out! My two protégés outdid themselves by killing a Krysha (Chloe was getting really good with that damn bow), rescuing their master and then escaping! Not to mention Josh pinching a twenty grand super-bike! Me? I walk away with a pair of sniper rifles. Josh? He rides off on a fucking super-bike! That actually rankles inside and is that jealousy? Jealous of a jumped up British twat?
Not to mention that the little bitch threatened me, if I didn't rest! Hit Girl gets no fucking respect and that needs to fucking change, dammit!
My thoughts drifted to that little boy that started the ball rolling, last night. He had an American accent, not Russian. Who was he? Where did he go? Was he in trouble? Too many damn questions, as usual!
The only thing I did know, was that Fusion was now at war with the Russian Mafia. Unfortunately, I would be out of it for a week or so, but that wouldn't stop me from planning out the war!
..._...
Dave and Marcus returned about twenty minutes later, with Josh and Chloe, in tow.
"Okay Mindy, let's hear the latest Hit Girl story!" Marcus said, sitting down on the opposite couch.
"I can tell the first part, but Chloe and Josh will need to finish things, as I was out of it for a while!"
An hour later Marcus turned to Chloe and Josh.
"Thank you, both of you! Mindy may be a total nut job, just like her father, but I love her and hate it when she gets hurt, as Dave does!" Marcus said, with a smirk.
I felt myself blushing furiously.
"Thanks Marcus," Chloe replied and sounded a bit lost for words.
"Thanks Lieutenant," Josh said, blushing.
"Josh, please call me Marcus, you've earned it kid! You're all part of one big Fucked Up Super Hero Club!"