บท 6: Chapter 6: Espionage
Three of the five boys stood inside a white Van, near a crappy apartment complex "Why a white van, Butcher? We are supposed to be undercover, in stealth. Isn't this a bit too obvious?"
Butcher snickered at Mother's Milk's remark "A van with flowers and weird bumps is suspicious. This here thing is just another white fucking van on the streets. Now, our pals should be here any-"
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"There they are! Ello Hughie, Frenchie!"
Mother's Milk's face scrunched up a bit, but he remained calm. Hughie came in first and offered a handshake to M.M. "Hughie Campbell."
Mother's Milk ignored the handshake and stared at Frenchie, who took out a knife upon seeing him, but stopped when he realised Mother's Milk was not moving. "*Sigh* Frenchie, we don't like eachother much, but this time it's too big for us to quarrel. If what the kid said is true, then we can bring down Vought and the supes. I propose a truce, what do you say?"
Frenchie run up to Mother's Milk and hugged him. He was about to kiss both of his cheeks, but MM quickly backed out of that "This doesn't mean I forgive you for what happened, but I can look at the bigger picture right now."
Butcher clapped his hands and said "Alright! Now that the boys are together, we need to get our hands on some compound V. Best place for that?" Butcher turned towards Hughie and said "The V junkie's, also known as A-train's house! And that's where we are at. We need to sneak a few cameras in and get a voice recorder strapped there ASAP, so we are gonna split up. Mike and I are going to be backup incase of an emergency and Mike's strength is needed. Frenchie, A-train's girlfriend stays there 24/7, so you need to release some ga-"
Hughie raised his arm and said "I can just go in and pretend to be from a cable company and hack into her smart TV and cameras. This is a Supes house, so they should have at least something with cameras we can monitor them through."
Butcher and the boys looked at Hughie with an impressed look "Huh, didn't know you were so versatile, lad. Why don't you and Mike go do that"
Mike sighed and opened his backpack, putting his battleaxe in there. "Butcher, without my axe, I am, at most, 20% combat efficiency. The girl in there better not be a super or a strong one at least."
Mother's Milk stared at Mike with absolute confusion and finally said "Okay, I give up, what's with the pink get up?"
Mike looked confused and asked "What do you mean?"
Butcher also chimed in and said "You come from a place where supes are hunted down, anyone can possess near magical abilities and have bullet and blast proof gear lighter than my fucking jacket and every single thing you own is fucking pink. Why? Is there some special reason? Is pink more magical or something?"
Mike stiffened up a bit and looked down with a blush "I just like the colour. Also my backpack is made out of demon skin, so it's naturally pink. First time I saw the colour and, I just liked it, so I coloured my equipment to go with said backpack. Colours don't really affect magic. Well, except for maybe people with a darker shade of skin than you, Mother's Milk. Most dark men are excellent at storing solar energy, so they make great bright mages, people who use light to do battle."
Mother's milk pursed his lips and nodded his head "So what you're saying is black people are respected there?" Mike looked at Butcher in confusion, waiting for an explanation "This country has a bit of a history of not liking black or anyone, who doesn't look like Hughie here."
Mike raised an eyebrow at that "That's completely idiotic. I can understand hating supes. The nanites they inject quite literally mess with their brain and change their personality, but hating people because of their skin colour is plain stupid. Is there a reason for such xenophobia here, or was it a profit driven thing?"
Before anyone could satiate Mike's curiosity, a woosh of wind was heard by the 5 of them and Mother's Milk said "We can teach the alien about humanity's failure another time, A-train is here!"
*He is quite fast, I'd say 2% as fast as my Phase slash. I can only land a slash on him 99 times out of 100. Considering my slash is fast enough to catch bright mages moving through light particles, it is quite impressive.*
Mike felt the hatred in Hughie spike up and he looked over towards him. A small sigh escaped his mouth as he whispered to Hughie "Was it him?"
Hughie was caught off guard, but he recovered fast and said "He was the one who killed her. What bank robbery! He was just delivering drugs to make more supes! The bastard!"
Mike patted Hughie with a gentle expression "Don't worry, I'll make sure you can cut him apart, piece by piece."
Frenchie also joined in and said "No worry Petit Hughie, we are a team, even if we aren't that well acquainted, we will help you. He is only a human, who runs fast, No? You learn from Monsieur Mike and get your revenge. We can help you, so you don't worry."
Hughie let out a long breath and said "Thanks guys." Mike nodded with a kind smile and said "I was wrong about you, Frenchie, you're not a super soldier, you are most definitely a bard, the heart and soul of a team."
Frenchie smiled at the comment and said "Thanks, Monsieur Mike. That's the Nicest thing anyone has ever said that to me."
"Don't want to ruin your pussio gathering, but A-train just left and I think I know where he is going! We are gonna split. Hughie, you install the hidden stuff and monitor the girl with Milk. Us three are going to get us some V."
The boys nodded their heads and split up. "Those two are going to need the Van. Say, how fast can you get us to the race, where A-train is going?"
Mike shrugged "Depends really on how willing you two are to get into my backpack. Also if you two have motion sicknesses..."
The two of them nodded and Mike sighed "I repeat. If you have ANY motion sickness or have ever experienced symptoms of it wear my helmet. It has an inner ear stabilizer built into it, so you won't throw up into my backpack and trust me, you don't want to know how absorbent demon skin is or how difficult it is to clean."
Frenchie sighed and raised his hand "I used to get motion sickness when I was eh Child." Mike nodded and took out his helmet and handed it to Frenchie, who reluctantly put it on. Surprisingly the helmet stretched to fit him almost perfectly. He was about to ask how Mike did that, when he took out his battleaxe and opened the backpack. "There is about 3 cubic meters of space in here and enough oxygen to last you 10 minutes, 15 if you ration it. Infinite if butcher stands on your shoulders Frenchie and lifts the lid up a bit, but I don't recommend that, as my backpack isn't gyroscopic and my gear is strapped onto the backpack directly. Get in and don't complain."
The two nodded and the adult men almost magically disappeared, as smaller versions of them appeared in Mike's backpack and he said one more thing "Brace yourselves " before closing the lid and grabbing his axe.
*Phase Slash!*
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A.N.
In Mike's world, bards aren't the usual horny dragon fuckers. A bard's main skill set are a lullaby, entertain, inspire and the ultimate skill is a battle hymn. Basically, they literally exist solely to be kind to others and help them through tough times and cheer them up if they feel down.
Bonus chapter upon reaching 69 power stones, so hand em over!
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Nike13K BTW, I ain't putting words into Mike's mouth or altering his character at all. The guy is a randomly generated character, who genuinely had pink as their favourite colour and wore pink Halo-like armour in the game. I thought it was absolutely hilarious, so I kept it 100% authentic.
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