Power Mad: Chapter Two - The Bureau
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saladlove AJ's POV.
As they pulled into the garage, I noticed something unusual. They had a third person with them. I sighed. I'd told them not to be bringing people here. I started to walk over to them while they got out.
"Welcome to the Bureau." Said Shawn, wearing his customary leather jacket over jeans and a blue t-shirt, with a pair of cowboy boots to top it all off.
"We don't bring people in very often. The police don't really like us." Said Meg. She was wearing her usual black hoodie with black jeans and a white tank. It was rare to see her in something else.
The new person had red hair and green eyes, and wore a white dress with a blood stain on it. "This is... not what I expected. Didn't you say you get paid a lot for these jobs?"
I burst in at that time. "Yes, we do. But there's some overhead too, and we like to be somewhat mobile." I extended my hand to her. "I'm AJ. I'd like to say I'm in charge here, but that'd be a lie. It's a democracy around here."
She shook my hand and smiled. "Aurey."
"Aurey here just got killed by her boyfriend at the museum." Meg said, digging around in her car's trunk. "Shawn revived her. Thought she might have some useful info."
"Wait." I said to her. "By her boyfriend, at a museum? That's bad news."
"Yeah." Shawn jumped in. "Said something about fulfilling a prophecy. So, I figure we're more screwed than we usually are." He smiled. We had a tendency to run into life threatening situations.
Meg closed the trunk. "Shawn, dear, you haven't seen screwed until you have a whole city full of terrorists hunting you and your squad. Using an RPG to knock down buildings."
Shawn shook his head. "What about a city full of possessed terrorists?"
"Guys." I broke in. "We should show Aurey around. I have a feeling she'll make a good addition to the team."
"You take care of that AJ." Said Meg. "Shawn and I have some research to do on this prophecy."
===DERPYLINEBREAKISDERPY===
Vechs' POV
I was honestly quite angry at this point. My minions were SO incompetent it wasn't funny.
It started with the little things. They were unable to mistreat a hyena, and then kill it when the time came. Fine, that might be kinda evil, but whatever. I needed it done for the prophecy.
Now it was this. "You're telling me." I said. "That you saw someone revive her, and didn't stop him?!" I slammed my hand on the table in front of me and stood up. "You idiot! I needed her corpse! The blood from the betrayed has special properties that are useful!"
Zisteau seemed to shrink a little. "I didn't know. You refused to tell us anything at all about your plan. I didn't know until after she had left that you needed her still."
I shook my head. "I'll have to make do without it then." I waved my hand in Z's direction. "Get out of here."
"I did manage to track down where they went though." He said before leaving my presence. Normally, i'd be rather cross with someone for not leaving immediately, but this was important. "It's not overly hard to track such a unique car when you have access to every camera in the city."
"Well, what are you waiting for, you pigderp?" I yelled. "Go get her back!"
Zisteau saluted, and walked out. Now, I thought to myself, i'll have what I need.
===DERPYLINEBREAKISDERPY===
Scott's POV
Ratt and Goose were the first to show up. They'd seen some shit along the way. When they showed up, Ratta told me something important. I still remember it to this day. He said "Scott. If something happens to me, promise that you will keep her safe." I nodded. Ratt was my friend, and while I might not have known Goose very well at the time, any friend of his was a friend of mine. Even if they were a hybrid of some kind. Being able to turn into a sheep, I had no right being racist against hybrids.
Yuna and Etho arrived next. They'd been in a relationship since I met them. Come to think of it, I have never seen his face. He never once took his mask off in front of me.
Alice showed up last. She was the one I was most worried about, since she lived the furthest away from me and had no one to travel with.
Now that everyone was here, I called a meeting. "Guys. In case you didn't notice, the world is a steaming pile of crap colored, crap flavored crap." I started. "I gathered you all here because you are my friends, and I don't want to see you get hurt. So, I have a plan. First, we need to take inventory of what we have here. I didn't keep a stockpile of stuff around for this kind of thing, so we'll need to do a supply run. Second, the supply run itself. Third, we need to secure this building as much as possible." I lived on the outskirts of town, and had a fairly large property, so there were plenty of options for that. "Any questions?"
Yuna, who was wearing her usual crop top and shorts, raised her hand. "What do we do if we get separated from the group?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. Yuna was scary when she got angry, and she got angry whenever someone she cared about was hurt. I actually know from experience. When I met Etho and Yuna, I literally ran straight into Etho. She then proceeded to beat the crap out of me, until Etho could calm her down.
"Well." I said. "Naturally, if you can't find us you should come back here. Kill anything that tries to stop you. If someone else gets separated, we have to look for them. Any other questions? Alright. Let's get started."
===DERPYLINEBREAKISDERPY===
Alice's POV
I was rather depressed the day I showed up at Scott's place. I had the furthest to go, and no company, and Ratt still barely noticed me! Ugh! I guess that's how Molly from Sherlock felt all the time. Yes, I know, that sounds like a British stereotype, but other countries watch it too!
Anyways, after the meeting I ended up searching the house with him while Goose was elsewhere. His Irish accent was so distracting. And kinda attractive. Well, I say kinda...
After thirty or so minutes of searching, Ratt said "Hey, let's go search the cellar. I'm sure Scott keeps all his, eh, good drinks down there." I agreed, and we went.
And indeed he did keep the alcohol down there. We had a couple drinks-well, he had one, I had several-and that might have been a mistake."
We were sitting on some barrels, talking. He'd just cracked a joke, and we both laughed. "Ratt." I said, kind of slurring my words just a tiny, itsy bitsy bit. "I love y-" At that point, I fell asleep. Next thing I knew, it was the next day and I was in a bed with a hangover.
And an embarrassing memory.
As they pulled into the garage, I noticed something unusual. They had a third person with them. I sighed. I'd told them not to be bringing people here. I started to walk over to them while they got out.
"Welcome to the Bureau." Said Shawn, wearing his customary leather jacket over jeans and a blue t-shirt, with a pair of cowboy boots to top it all off.
"We don't bring people in very often. The police don't really like us." Said Meg. She was wearing her usual black hoodie with black jeans and a white tank. It was rare to see her in something else.
The new person had red hair and green eyes, and wore a white dress with a blood stain on it. "This is... not what I expected. Didn't you say you get paid a lot for these jobs?"
I burst in at that time. "Yes, we do. But there's some overhead too, and we like to be somewhat mobile." I extended my hand to her. "I'm AJ. I'd like to say I'm in charge here, but that'd be a lie. It's a democracy around here."
She shook my hand and smiled. "Aurey."
"Aurey here just got killed by her boyfriend at the museum." Meg said, digging around in her car's trunk. "Shawn revived her. Thought she might have some useful info."
"Wait." I said to her. "By her boyfriend, at a museum? That's bad news."
"Yeah." Shawn jumped in. "Said something about fulfilling a prophecy. So, I figure we're more screwed than we usually are." He smiled. We had a tendency to run into life threatening situations.
Meg closed the trunk. "Shawn, dear, you haven't seen screwed until you have a whole city full of terrorists hunting you and your squad. Using an RPG to knock down buildings."
Shawn shook his head. "What about a city full of possessed terrorists?"
"Guys." I broke in. "We should show Aurey around. I have a feeling she'll make a good addition to the team."
"You take care of that AJ." Said Meg. "Shawn and I have some research to do on this prophecy."
===DERPYLINEBREAKISDERPY===
Vechs' POV
I was honestly quite angry at this point. My minions were SO incompetent it wasn't funny.
It started with the little things. They were unable to mistreat a hyena, and then kill it when the time came. Fine, that might be kinda evil, but whatever. I needed it done for the prophecy.
Now it was this. "You're telling me." I said. "That you saw someone revive her, and didn't stop him?!" I slammed my hand on the table in front of me and stood up. "You idiot! I needed her corpse! The blood from the betrayed has special properties that are useful!"
Zisteau seemed to shrink a little. "I didn't know. You refused to tell us anything at all about your plan. I didn't know until after she had left that you needed her still."
I shook my head. "I'll have to make do without it then." I waved my hand in Z's direction. "Get out of here."
"I did manage to track down where they went though." He said before leaving my presence. Normally, i'd be rather cross with someone for not leaving immediately, but this was important. "It's not overly hard to track such a unique car when you have access to every camera in the city."
"Well, what are you waiting for, you pigderp?" I yelled. "Go get her back!"
Zisteau saluted, and walked out. Now, I thought to myself, i'll have what I need.
===DERPYLINEBREAKISDERPY===
Scott's POV
Ratt and Goose were the first to show up. They'd seen some shit along the way. When they showed up, Ratta told me something important. I still remember it to this day. He said "Scott. If something happens to me, promise that you will keep her safe." I nodded. Ratt was my friend, and while I might not have known Goose very well at the time, any friend of his was a friend of mine. Even if they were a hybrid of some kind. Being able to turn into a sheep, I had no right being racist against hybrids.
Yuna and Etho arrived next. They'd been in a relationship since I met them. Come to think of it, I have never seen his face. He never once took his mask off in front of me.
Alice showed up last. She was the one I was most worried about, since she lived the furthest away from me and had no one to travel with.
Now that everyone was here, I called a meeting. "Guys. In case you didn't notice, the world is a steaming pile of crap colored, crap flavored crap." I started. "I gathered you all here because you are my friends, and I don't want to see you get hurt. So, I have a plan. First, we need to take inventory of what we have here. I didn't keep a stockpile of stuff around for this kind of thing, so we'll need to do a supply run. Second, the supply run itself. Third, we need to secure this building as much as possible." I lived on the outskirts of town, and had a fairly large property, so there were plenty of options for that. "Any questions?"
Yuna, who was wearing her usual crop top and shorts, raised her hand. "What do we do if we get separated from the group?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. Yuna was scary when she got angry, and she got angry whenever someone she cared about was hurt. I actually know from experience. When I met Etho and Yuna, I literally ran straight into Etho. She then proceeded to beat the crap out of me, until Etho could calm her down.
"Well." I said. "Naturally, if you can't find us you should come back here. Kill anything that tries to stop you. If someone else gets separated, we have to look for them. Any other questions? Alright. Let's get started."
===DERPYLINEBREAKISDERPY===
Alice's POV
I was rather depressed the day I showed up at Scott's place. I had the furthest to go, and no company, and Ratt still barely noticed me! Ugh! I guess that's how Molly from Sherlock felt all the time. Yes, I know, that sounds like a British stereotype, but other countries watch it too!
Anyways, after the meeting I ended up searching the house with him while Goose was elsewhere. His Irish accent was so distracting. And kinda attractive. Well, I say kinda...
After thirty or so minutes of searching, Ratt said "Hey, let's go search the cellar. I'm sure Scott keeps all his, eh, good drinks down there." I agreed, and we went.
And indeed he did keep the alcohol down there. We had a couple drinks-well, he had one, I had several-and that might have been a mistake."
We were sitting on some barrels, talking. He'd just cracked a joke, and we both laughed. "Ratt." I said, kind of slurring my words just a tiny, itsy bitsy bit. "I love y-" At that point, I fell asleep. Next thing I knew, it was the next day and I was in a bed with a hangover.
And an embarrassing memory.
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Date: 2014-09-09 06:54 pm (UTC)