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fembuckAuthor: Janine
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never have, never will.**************************************** Part 1
Barcelona – Sometime in the Near Future
Lucy swore under her breath lightly as she struggled with the key trying the keep the bags she had haphazardly shoved under her arms in place as she attempted to unlock the door. Finally succeeding she exclaimed in success, but unfortunately for her the brown paper bag that was clutched between her teeth muffled the victorious cry. Shouldering the door open, Lucy began to call out her favorite greeting of ‘honey I’m home’, but the rough taste of paper was her reward for that and she grumbled under her breath again before kicking the door shut with her foot.
Dropping the shopping bags to the floor, Lucy poked her head into the main room hoping to scare Amy and was disappointed not to find her on the couch curled up with her sketchpad. Lucy supposed she could have been out on the terrace; it was a nice day out and with the sun going down cool enough to sit outside comfortably. Then again, she could have also been in one of the houses other gazillion rooms.
Lucy sighed and not for the first time wondered if she should have bribed and threatened her way into a smaller house. The XIII century Masia House that she had bought from an old Reynolds family acquaintance for an absurdly low price - due to some compromising pictures she happened to be in possession of - was rather charming and beautiful. Located in a small Catalan village just outside of Barcelona and surrounded by Red Cliffs of Riells del Fai, it provided Amy with a rather scenic scooter drive to class every morning, and them with a hell of a view from the backyard. Still, despite it’s beauty and convenience she sometimes became disgruntled with the house when it hid her girlfriend from her.
Grudgingly picking up the bags she had dropped earlier Lucy moved into the kitchen quickly putting away the items before moving to the back of the house towards the terrace, a huge smile spreading across her face when she stepped out. She was right, Amy was out there and she did have her sketchpad, but much to Lucy's delight she was also laying poolside in an itsy-bitsy, teensy-weensy, blue polka dot bikini.
It might have seemed strange coming from a woman who had previously devoted herself to a life of crime, but at that moment Lucy Diamond was convinced that the best things in life actually were free.
“You look hot,” Lucy commented walking towards Amy, returning the smile the blonde sent her when she looked over. “Also, it’s pretty warm out," she went on smirking, "so I brought refreshments,” she continued as Amy rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless at her joke, her gaze turning to the wine coolers in her hand.
“What are you working on?” Lucy asked as she seated herself beside Amy holding out one of the bottles to the former super spy.
“Nothing for school,” Amy replied glancing over at the pad before concentrating on twisting the top off of her bottle. “Just …”
“Free-lance,” Lucy supplied looking down at the black and white image on the page. It looked like Amy was only about half way done with it, but she could make out the image already. Delicate cheekbones, eyes with a bright, intense, slightly psychotic look in them, and dark wavy hair … it was Max, the D.E.B. that liked to shoot at her with that effing hand-canon she called a sidearm.
Amy chuckled at Lucy’s response. Only her girlfriend would have thought to call doodling free-lance work. “Basically,” she replied studying Lucy as she studied the picture. “I guess I’m feeling a little home sick,” she continued knowing that Lucy had recognized Max from the shifty look on her face as she gazed at the sketch. Lucy had refused to refer to Max as anything but “Big Guns” after they had fled from End Game, saying things like, ‘This sweater is too small for you, is it Big Guns?’ or ‘That child over there looks unbalanced, she reminds me of Big Guns’ or ‘Are you writing a letter to Big Guns? She’d probably like it if you signed it in my blood.’ Therefore, Amy was fairly certain that Lucy was currently thinking about one of the times that Max had tried to shoot her.
“You miss Big Guns,” Lucy said finally tearing her eyes away from the disturbing picture to face Amy.
“I miss all of them, even Dominique and her charming French honesty,” Amy said not quite believing that she was actually reminiscing about Dominique calling her boring to her face and sighing dramatically before lighting a cigarette and flouncing away from her. “I just … I mean after all of the times you broke into the compound, I didn’t expect it to be so hard to contact them.”
Lucy nodded her head and decided not to mention that it was probably because of her numerous break-ins that they tightened security.
“We’ve only been gone a few months, the Organization will get bored with the controls they've placed on them pretty soon and it’ll be like we’re practically neighbours,” Lucy said finally. She'd managed to get Amy updates about her friends through Scud, whom it was still easy for her to keep in touch with. Janet would send him letters they had written and he would send them to Lucy who handed them over to Amy, and then they would do the same in reverse, but she knew it wasn’t the same as actually getting to talk to her friends or seeing them face to face.
She’d had a unique and incredible childhood, she had traveled all over the world, had met some of the most famous and influential people on the planet, but her parents were always moving around to avoid capture and she’d never really gotten to set down roots and make friends. Other than Amy, Scud was the only person that she really cared about and had any desire to keep in contact with. But that was enough for her to know how Amy felt. She knew that she would have been really blue if she couldn’t talk to Scud, and had missed him so much when she went to Reykjavik that she'd started sending messenger owls to him.
“I know,” Amy agreed sighing softly, it just felt like an eternity. She had spent four years of her life with Max, three with Janet, and two with Dominique, living with them day in and day out. She loved them and had gotten used to having them around. She had gotten used to just walking down the hallway if she wanted to talk to Max, of going shopping with Janet on the weekends and breaking up Janet and Dominique’s fights about smoking and whether or not Janet was a ‘bourgeois pig’ while trying not to laugh.
Lucy reached over drawing her arm around Amy’s shoulders bringing her into a hug as they stared out at the rolling hills in front of them slightly. As Amy laid her head on her shoulder, Lucy’s mind began to spin. Amy was upset and she wouldn’t stand for that. There *was* a solution to the problem at hand and she was determined to find it. Lucy Diamond had never failed at anything she had put her mind to (except for sinking Australia, but that was totally different and not even relevant, so why did you even bring it up?) and she had now put her mind to finding a way for Amy to talk to Big Guns, Preppy Sweater and The French One. It would be done.
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Part 2
Two Days Later
“Are you sure?” Scud asked slowly in a voice much like one an adult would use when talking to a child who had declared they wanted to eat nothing but ice-cubes for dinner.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Lucy replied irritably removing the phone from her ear to glare at it hard as if it were actually Scud. “I thought you’d be happy? What’s the deal?”
“As your best friend, and former #1 henchman, I’m just making sure that you’re fully aware of the consequences of your actions,” Scud replied reasonably. “Remember, remember when you wanted to sink Australia and I said, ‘Lu, what about the children?’ and you were like ‘oh, yeah’ and then we made a plan to aerial drop crates of blow-up rafts so that people could paddle to safety. This is just like that, only without the rafts … or Australia,” he finished pumping his fist up into the air as he won at on-line bingo. ‘I am the God of Bingo,’ he mouthed shaking his fist.
“Yeah, but that was a legitimate problem. What’s wrong with this?” Lucy asked a little glumly. She didn’t like being reminded of Australia it made her sad and grouchy, even though on the very same day she had planned on sinking Australia she had saved a ton of money on her car insurance by switching to Geico.
“You gave up a life of crime, remember?” Scud asked. “People on the straight and narrow don’t do things like this. I know that not committing crime is harder than crime, but it gets you laid. Yeah,” Scud finished sagely.
“But it’s not really crime,” Lucy protested, “I’m doing a good deed. It’s like nice. Isn’t there a loophole for that sort of thing? You know, stealing a loaf of bread to feed your starving family, necessary evil, extenuating circumstances or something like that? There’s got to be a suitable platitude,” she continued certain that her idea, even though it did involve a teensy, weensy, minuscule amount of crime, couldn’t really, technically be considered to be a crime … by anyone with a beating heart! (she thought dramatically).
“Yeah … this is retarded,” Scud declared tired of debating whether the crime Lucy was planning was actually a crime. “Let’s just do it, it’ll be easy since I just finished programming all of the guys numbers into my PSP. Which, by the way, is cool.”
“Do you have ‘Coded Arms’?”
“It was out of stock.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.”
“What about ‘Hot Shots Golf: Open Tee’?”
“On order.”
“Sweet.”
“Yeah.”
“Say, do you think Dwayne will still give us a discount on tranquilizer darts?” Lucy asked getting back to business. He’d been pretty upset with her when Scud informed him that she had given up her whirlwind criminal existence and wouldn’t be trying to destroy anymore land masses. He’d spent quite a bit of time building her giant lasers and wasn’t pleased that they’d be going to waste. “I mean he’s not still mad is he, cause I said he could have the laser back.”
“He’s softened somewhat, but I think we’ll have to put in a decent sized order. He’s still a bit tetchy about it. Apparently he missed the championship game of his kids soccer league getting it ready for you last time,” Scud informed her.
“Hey, I offered to make them play the game again at gunpoint for him! His kids team might have even won that time,” Lucy responded feeling she was getting a bit of a bad rap for that. She had been upset and needed a rush order.
“Yeah, that was sweet,” Scud agreed. “I’ll talk to Dwayne.”
“Okay, get back to me. And remember we’re on an advanced time-table here,” Lucy responded just as she heard the front door open. “Also don’t forget to water my plant,” she whispered quickly before hanging up the phone and leaning casually against the doorframe leading into the kitchen as Amy walked into the house.
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Part 3
Los Angeles - Two Weeks Later
Max vaulted over the Beatles door and into the drivers seat landing smoothly before turning around to look behind her.
“Show off,” Janet muttered as their eyes met causing Max to smirk before she turned her attention to the side catching Dominique’s eyes. The French woman merely quirked an eyebrow at her as if to ask who else she expected to see and then lit a cigarette.
Finally Max turned her attention to the seat beside her, barely suppressing a sigh as she looked at the redhead, Madison, Amy’s replacement. Offering a weak smile at the new girl, Max started up the car peeling back out of the parking spot and tearing out of the lot.
Amy or no Amy there was still crime to fight.
Still, as Max dodged in and out of the Los Angeles traffic, she had to admit that fighting crime had been more fun with her best friend beside her. Though she was loathe to admit it, Madison was a good spy, she knew procedure, always showed up on time, followed orders, and was always on her best behavior. But she wasn’t Amy, and Max knew that she had been harder on the girl than she should have been.
Max had never really considered herself to be particularly sentimental, but she had just always thought that Amy’s place would remain open, even if it was just a symbolic gesture - since even though it pained her to lose her sister she was certain that Amy was in love with Lucy Diamond no matter how illogical and treason-icious it was. She had always envisioned there being a place for Amy with them, and when they had been assigned a new team member it had been like a punch in the gut for her.
However, Max didn’t have time for such thoughts as they reached the warehouse. An anonymous tipster had told them a major drug deal was going down there and it was there job to make sure that didn’t happen.
“Alright, D.E.B.S., formation Two-Delta. Move,” Max declared popping out of the car her hand already on her gun. “Let’s teach ‘em they should’ve just said ‘no’.”
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Max crouched down quickly taking a peek around the large crate they were hiding behind. She could see four men dressed in black standing around three rectangular boxes. She frowned to herself at the lack of security and reached into her boot pulling out a small electronic device. There had to be more people in there, according to the tipster this was supposed to be a major deal.
“Is that my sweater?” Janet whispered looking at the navy sweater Dominique was pulling her arms through. “Because if it is, I don’t want you smoking. It gets into the fibers.”
“Eeet is not your sweataar,” Dominique replied taking out a cigarette as she spoke.
“Because I know you borrowed it, and that’s fine. It’s just if that’s my sweater I’d rather it not smell like an ashtray when I get it back,” Janet continued staring at the sweater in question. It looked exactly like the one Dominique had borrowed for her last date.
“I return dat,” Dominique replied unconcerned puffing out some smoke in the air, only to be whacked on the arm by Max, who was afraid one of the guards would notice the smoke.
“Will you two please shut up,” Max growled not in the mood for one of their fights. Once again she wished Amy was with them, she had always managed to handle those two freeing Max up to organize and kick ass.
“It’s just that my mother gave me that for my birthday, and …” Janet began.
“Zip it!” Max interjected in a clipped tone. “Madison, put that bag there. We’re moving out.”
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“Shit!” Max declared as smoke suddenly appeared all around them.
As soon as they had shown themselves one of the guards had put his hand to his ear apparently listening to someone on the other end as Madison read them their rights. Then before any of them had time to react the same guard had thrown a small device in their direction.
“Everyone stay sharp!” Max called out as the smoke thickened. “Don’t …”
“What? Breathe?” Janet yelled looking around her for one of her teammates and finding nothing but smoke.
“I ehm not peeing on anyting,” they could hear Dominique cry out in reference to the gas around them, however it was impossible to make out anymore than a general direction from the statement.
“Um, what do we do?” Madison asked speaking up for the first time.
“Don’t die!” Max cried out reaching out in front of her with one hand, while keeping her gun at the ready. “And don’t shoot anything D.E.B. shaped!”
However, before any of them could do anything proactive about not dying, they each felt a tiny pin prick somewhere on there body.
“The fu--!?!” Max exclaimed grabbing her neck.
“Ce n'est pas bon!” Dominique cried out clutching at her thigh.
“Ouch! Something bit me you guys,” Janet complained rubbing her arm before waving her hand around in front of her face.
“Oh no,” Madison gasped, but by then the other were staggering to the ground as they tried to hold onto their last tendrils of consciousness.
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Just before Max descended into darkness she heard the echoing footsteps of someone entering the main area of the warehouse. And then it all went black.
“Alright, alright, time is money … or, a waste of time. Whatever. Let’s get them packed up,” Scud declared clapping his hands together. “And let’s be gentle boys, they are honored guests, not sacks of very attractive potatoes … I don’t want to see any bruises when we unpack them. Ah, ah, I’ll take care of this one,” he said looking down at Janet. He sighed and shook his head. The things he did for Lucy, Janet was going to be so pissed at him he didn’t even want to think about it.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Scud said looking over to the side and noticing someone on the floor beside Big Guns. “I don’t know this one," he continued staring down at Madison. "Hmm, isn’t this interesting," he began dramatically as he contemplated her. "What is your story little one, how did you come to be here? I wonder … eh, I don’t care … leave her here,” he said pointing downat Madison's prown body. “Now, chop, chop, gentlemen, we’ve got a flight to catch.”
TBC...
Pairing: Lucy/Amy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, never have, never will.
Barcelona – Sometime in the Near Future
Lucy swore under her breath lightly as she struggled with the key trying the keep the bags she had haphazardly shoved under her arms in place as she attempted to unlock the door. Finally succeeding she exclaimed in success, but unfortunately for her the brown paper bag that was clutched between her teeth muffled the victorious cry. Shouldering the door open, Lucy began to call out her favorite greeting of ‘honey I’m home’, but the rough taste of paper was her reward for that and she grumbled under her breath again before kicking the door shut with her foot.
Dropping the shopping bags to the floor, Lucy poked her head into the main room hoping to scare Amy and was disappointed not to find her on the couch curled up with her sketchpad. Lucy supposed she could have been out on the terrace; it was a nice day out and with the sun going down cool enough to sit outside comfortably. Then again, she could have also been in one of the houses other gazillion rooms.
Lucy sighed and not for the first time wondered if she should have bribed and threatened her way into a smaller house. The XIII century Masia House that she had bought from an old Reynolds family acquaintance for an absurdly low price - due to some compromising pictures she happened to be in possession of - was rather charming and beautiful. Located in a small Catalan village just outside of Barcelona and surrounded by Red Cliffs of Riells del Fai, it provided Amy with a rather scenic scooter drive to class every morning, and them with a hell of a view from the backyard. Still, despite it’s beauty and convenience she sometimes became disgruntled with the house when it hid her girlfriend from her.
Grudgingly picking up the bags she had dropped earlier Lucy moved into the kitchen quickly putting away the items before moving to the back of the house towards the terrace, a huge smile spreading across her face when she stepped out. She was right, Amy was out there and she did have her sketchpad, but much to Lucy's delight she was also laying poolside in an itsy-bitsy, teensy-weensy, blue polka dot bikini.
It might have seemed strange coming from a woman who had previously devoted herself to a life of crime, but at that moment Lucy Diamond was convinced that the best things in life actually were free.
“You look hot,” Lucy commented walking towards Amy, returning the smile the blonde sent her when she looked over. “Also, it’s pretty warm out," she went on smirking, "so I brought refreshments,” she continued as Amy rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless at her joke, her gaze turning to the wine coolers in her hand.
“What are you working on?” Lucy asked as she seated herself beside Amy holding out one of the bottles to the former super spy.
“Nothing for school,” Amy replied glancing over at the pad before concentrating on twisting the top off of her bottle. “Just …”
“Free-lance,” Lucy supplied looking down at the black and white image on the page. It looked like Amy was only about half way done with it, but she could make out the image already. Delicate cheekbones, eyes with a bright, intense, slightly psychotic look in them, and dark wavy hair … it was Max, the D.E.B. that liked to shoot at her with that effing hand-canon she called a sidearm.
Amy chuckled at Lucy’s response. Only her girlfriend would have thought to call doodling free-lance work. “Basically,” she replied studying Lucy as she studied the picture. “I guess I’m feeling a little home sick,” she continued knowing that Lucy had recognized Max from the shifty look on her face as she gazed at the sketch. Lucy had refused to refer to Max as anything but “Big Guns” after they had fled from End Game, saying things like, ‘This sweater is too small for you, is it Big Guns?’ or ‘That child over there looks unbalanced, she reminds me of Big Guns’ or ‘Are you writing a letter to Big Guns? She’d probably like it if you signed it in my blood.’ Therefore, Amy was fairly certain that Lucy was currently thinking about one of the times that Max had tried to shoot her.
“You miss Big Guns,” Lucy said finally tearing her eyes away from the disturbing picture to face Amy.
“I miss all of them, even Dominique and her charming French honesty,” Amy said not quite believing that she was actually reminiscing about Dominique calling her boring to her face and sighing dramatically before lighting a cigarette and flouncing away from her. “I just … I mean after all of the times you broke into the compound, I didn’t expect it to be so hard to contact them.”
Lucy nodded her head and decided not to mention that it was probably because of her numerous break-ins that they tightened security.
“We’ve only been gone a few months, the Organization will get bored with the controls they've placed on them pretty soon and it’ll be like we’re practically neighbours,” Lucy said finally. She'd managed to get Amy updates about her friends through Scud, whom it was still easy for her to keep in touch with. Janet would send him letters they had written and he would send them to Lucy who handed them over to Amy, and then they would do the same in reverse, but she knew it wasn’t the same as actually getting to talk to her friends or seeing them face to face.
She’d had a unique and incredible childhood, she had traveled all over the world, had met some of the most famous and influential people on the planet, but her parents were always moving around to avoid capture and she’d never really gotten to set down roots and make friends. Other than Amy, Scud was the only person that she really cared about and had any desire to keep in contact with. But that was enough for her to know how Amy felt. She knew that she would have been really blue if she couldn’t talk to Scud, and had missed him so much when she went to Reykjavik that she'd started sending messenger owls to him.
“I know,” Amy agreed sighing softly, it just felt like an eternity. She had spent four years of her life with Max, three with Janet, and two with Dominique, living with them day in and day out. She loved them and had gotten used to having them around. She had gotten used to just walking down the hallway if she wanted to talk to Max, of going shopping with Janet on the weekends and breaking up Janet and Dominique’s fights about smoking and whether or not Janet was a ‘bourgeois pig’ while trying not to laugh.
Lucy reached over drawing her arm around Amy’s shoulders bringing her into a hug as they stared out at the rolling hills in front of them slightly. As Amy laid her head on her shoulder, Lucy’s mind began to spin. Amy was upset and she wouldn’t stand for that. There *was* a solution to the problem at hand and she was determined to find it. Lucy Diamond had never failed at anything she had put her mind to (except for sinking Australia, but that was totally different and not even relevant, so why did you even bring it up?) and she had now put her mind to finding a way for Amy to talk to Big Guns, Preppy Sweater and The French One. It would be done.
Part 2
Two Days Later
“Are you sure?” Scud asked slowly in a voice much like one an adult would use when talking to a child who had declared they wanted to eat nothing but ice-cubes for dinner.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Lucy replied irritably removing the phone from her ear to glare at it hard as if it were actually Scud. “I thought you’d be happy? What’s the deal?”
“As your best friend, and former #1 henchman, I’m just making sure that you’re fully aware of the consequences of your actions,” Scud replied reasonably. “Remember, remember when you wanted to sink Australia and I said, ‘Lu, what about the children?’ and you were like ‘oh, yeah’ and then we made a plan to aerial drop crates of blow-up rafts so that people could paddle to safety. This is just like that, only without the rafts … or Australia,” he finished pumping his fist up into the air as he won at on-line bingo. ‘I am the God of Bingo,’ he mouthed shaking his fist.
“Yeah, but that was a legitimate problem. What’s wrong with this?” Lucy asked a little glumly. She didn’t like being reminded of Australia it made her sad and grouchy, even though on the very same day she had planned on sinking Australia she had saved a ton of money on her car insurance by switching to Geico.
“You gave up a life of crime, remember?” Scud asked. “People on the straight and narrow don’t do things like this. I know that not committing crime is harder than crime, but it gets you laid. Yeah,” Scud finished sagely.
“But it’s not really crime,” Lucy protested, “I’m doing a good deed. It’s like nice. Isn’t there a loophole for that sort of thing? You know, stealing a loaf of bread to feed your starving family, necessary evil, extenuating circumstances or something like that? There’s got to be a suitable platitude,” she continued certain that her idea, even though it did involve a teensy, weensy, minuscule amount of crime, couldn’t really, technically be considered to be a crime … by anyone with a beating heart! (she thought dramatically).
“Yeah … this is retarded,” Scud declared tired of debating whether the crime Lucy was planning was actually a crime. “Let’s just do it, it’ll be easy since I just finished programming all of the guys numbers into my PSP. Which, by the way, is cool.”
“Do you have ‘Coded Arms’?”
“It was out of stock.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.”
“What about ‘Hot Shots Golf: Open Tee’?”
“On order.”
“Sweet.”
“Yeah.”
“Say, do you think Dwayne will still give us a discount on tranquilizer darts?” Lucy asked getting back to business. He’d been pretty upset with her when Scud informed him that she had given up her whirlwind criminal existence and wouldn’t be trying to destroy anymore land masses. He’d spent quite a bit of time building her giant lasers and wasn’t pleased that they’d be going to waste. “I mean he’s not still mad is he, cause I said he could have the laser back.”
“He’s softened somewhat, but I think we’ll have to put in a decent sized order. He’s still a bit tetchy about it. Apparently he missed the championship game of his kids soccer league getting it ready for you last time,” Scud informed her.
“Hey, I offered to make them play the game again at gunpoint for him! His kids team might have even won that time,” Lucy responded feeling she was getting a bit of a bad rap for that. She had been upset and needed a rush order.
“Yeah, that was sweet,” Scud agreed. “I’ll talk to Dwayne.”
“Okay, get back to me. And remember we’re on an advanced time-table here,” Lucy responded just as she heard the front door open. “Also don’t forget to water my plant,” she whispered quickly before hanging up the phone and leaning casually against the doorframe leading into the kitchen as Amy walked into the house.
Part 3
Los Angeles - Two Weeks Later
Max vaulted over the Beatles door and into the drivers seat landing smoothly before turning around to look behind her.
“Show off,” Janet muttered as their eyes met causing Max to smirk before she turned her attention to the side catching Dominique’s eyes. The French woman merely quirked an eyebrow at her as if to ask who else she expected to see and then lit a cigarette.
Finally Max turned her attention to the seat beside her, barely suppressing a sigh as she looked at the redhead, Madison, Amy’s replacement. Offering a weak smile at the new girl, Max started up the car peeling back out of the parking spot and tearing out of the lot.
Amy or no Amy there was still crime to fight.
Still, as Max dodged in and out of the Los Angeles traffic, she had to admit that fighting crime had been more fun with her best friend beside her. Though she was loathe to admit it, Madison was a good spy, she knew procedure, always showed up on time, followed orders, and was always on her best behavior. But she wasn’t Amy, and Max knew that she had been harder on the girl than she should have been.
Max had never really considered herself to be particularly sentimental, but she had just always thought that Amy’s place would remain open, even if it was just a symbolic gesture - since even though it pained her to lose her sister she was certain that Amy was in love with Lucy Diamond no matter how illogical and treason-icious it was. She had always envisioned there being a place for Amy with them, and when they had been assigned a new team member it had been like a punch in the gut for her.
However, Max didn’t have time for such thoughts as they reached the warehouse. An anonymous tipster had told them a major drug deal was going down there and it was there job to make sure that didn’t happen.
“Alright, D.E.B.S., formation Two-Delta. Move,” Max declared popping out of the car her hand already on her gun. “Let’s teach ‘em they should’ve just said ‘no’.”
Max crouched down quickly taking a peek around the large crate they were hiding behind. She could see four men dressed in black standing around three rectangular boxes. She frowned to herself at the lack of security and reached into her boot pulling out a small electronic device. There had to be more people in there, according to the tipster this was supposed to be a major deal.
“Is that my sweater?” Janet whispered looking at the navy sweater Dominique was pulling her arms through. “Because if it is, I don’t want you smoking. It gets into the fibers.”
“Eeet is not your sweataar,” Dominique replied taking out a cigarette as she spoke.
“Because I know you borrowed it, and that’s fine. It’s just if that’s my sweater I’d rather it not smell like an ashtray when I get it back,” Janet continued staring at the sweater in question. It looked exactly like the one Dominique had borrowed for her last date.
“I return dat,” Dominique replied unconcerned puffing out some smoke in the air, only to be whacked on the arm by Max, who was afraid one of the guards would notice the smoke.
“Will you two please shut up,” Max growled not in the mood for one of their fights. Once again she wished Amy was with them, she had always managed to handle those two freeing Max up to organize and kick ass.
“It’s just that my mother gave me that for my birthday, and …” Janet began.
“Zip it!” Max interjected in a clipped tone. “Madison, put that bag there. We’re moving out.”
“Shit!” Max declared as smoke suddenly appeared all around them.
As soon as they had shown themselves one of the guards had put his hand to his ear apparently listening to someone on the other end as Madison read them their rights. Then before any of them had time to react the same guard had thrown a small device in their direction.
“Everyone stay sharp!” Max called out as the smoke thickened. “Don’t …”
“What? Breathe?” Janet yelled looking around her for one of her teammates and finding nothing but smoke.
“I ehm not peeing on anyting,” they could hear Dominique cry out in reference to the gas around them, however it was impossible to make out anymore than a general direction from the statement.
“Um, what do we do?” Madison asked speaking up for the first time.
“Don’t die!” Max cried out reaching out in front of her with one hand, while keeping her gun at the ready. “And don’t shoot anything D.E.B. shaped!”
However, before any of them could do anything proactive about not dying, they each felt a tiny pin prick somewhere on there body.
“The fu--!?!” Max exclaimed grabbing her neck.
“Ce n'est pas bon!” Dominique cried out clutching at her thigh.
“Ouch! Something bit me you guys,” Janet complained rubbing her arm before waving her hand around in front of her face.
“Oh no,” Madison gasped, but by then the other were staggering to the ground as they tried to hold onto their last tendrils of consciousness.
Just before Max descended into darkness she heard the echoing footsteps of someone entering the main area of the warehouse. And then it all went black.
“Alright, alright, time is money … or, a waste of time. Whatever. Let’s get them packed up,” Scud declared clapping his hands together. “And let’s be gentle boys, they are honored guests, not sacks of very attractive potatoes … I don’t want to see any bruises when we unpack them. Ah, ah, I’ll take care of this one,” he said looking down at Janet. He sighed and shook his head. The things he did for Lucy, Janet was going to be so pissed at him he didn’t even want to think about it.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Scud said looking over to the side and noticing someone on the floor beside Big Guns. “I don’t know this one," he continued staring down at Madison. "Hmm, isn’t this interesting," he began dramatically as he contemplated her. "What is your story little one, how did you come to be here? I wonder … eh, I don’t care … leave her here,” he said pointing downat Madison's prown body. “Now, chop, chop, gentlemen, we’ve got a flight to catch.”
TBC...
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Date: 2005-07-08 05:40 am (UTC)peace :)
Re: look..
Date: 2005-07-09 10:36 pm (UTC)Hope to see you online (well, other than livejournal!)!
P.S. I'm going to friend you on LJ, so I hope that's okay!
Re: look..
Date: 2005-07-09 10:43 pm (UTC)im adding u on both yahoo and msn list..
talk to u soon :D
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Date: 2005-07-31 10:02 pm (UTC)So, so good.
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