A/N – If anyone here is reading my other story, they will find some character names similar. I just want to say that my name is NOT Clare, I am NOT in love with someone named James, I DON'T have real friends named Tom, Maria, Matt etc etc. When I think of stories, I have stock characters with predetermined personalities in my head. I pick different characters for different situations based on my long term, imaginary relationship with these characters. So please do not disregard my stories as Mary Sue fantasies. (I say this because I have been accused of this multiple times…Sorry if I sound Harsh)
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"Who's your daddy? Who is your fucking Daddy?" Jim asked, repeatedly kicking Manic Marvin's groaning, unmoving body.
"Erm, Jim? I don't that that's quite as effective when its coming out of a 16 year old girl" Clare said, wincing every time Jim's foot came in contact with Marvin's ribs.
At this point, Marvin Attempted to say something, but it came out as a pained gurgle.
"Douchebag..Criminals..are not…allowed..to..talk" Jim said between kicks.
"Jim stop..I don't think he can kill anymore, in fact I don't think he can produce children anymore." Clare sighed.
"fine" Jim stopped kicking. She gave Marvin a look of acute disdain before turning around. "So have the cars caught up with us yet?"
"Obviously not, seriously the two of us are way more efficient than the whole agency put together, remind me to tell Tom off…." Clare started before realizing that Marvin, defying all odds, had stood up, he leaned in arms outstretched, ready to strangle Jim from behind.
"JIM!" Clare yelled, leaping forward. Jim ducked and rolled just in time to avoid Marvin's arms and Clare body as it flew at him. A already weakened Marvin fell too the floor with Clare on top of him. Clare jumped up efficiently and kicked Marvin hard in the head before placing on foot on his chest.
"You know I can kill you in about a half second's notice from this position." Clare said looking straight into Marvin's bloodshot eyes.
His lips widened into a smile, exposing blood covered teeth. He was about to make a dirty joke.
"It you say anything about 'positions' I will castrate you so fast it will make your head spin, and not in a good way, so if you value your dick I suggest you shut up" Clare said coldly. The smile on Marvin's face faded into a grimace.
Clare's watch beeped. A blurry image appeared on the screen.
"Its Tom!" Clare said, foot firmly planted on Marvin's Chest as Jim walked over.
"Hello cutie!" Jim said winking into the watch.
"That's sir cutie to you! Jim where's your watch?"
"In queens" Jim said, ashamed.
"Jim! How many times do I have to tell you! Your watch is like you dick! You hold onto it and you don't let go!" Tom said exasperated.
"Im sorry Tom, I don't have a dick, and I don't exactly hang on to my vagina so Im clearly missing the point!" Jim said.
"Anyway, where is the main unit Tom?" Clare asked.
"They're tracking you down right now" Tom said.
"You know its pathetic that you have to call two 16 year old girls to do your dirty work for you" Clare said shaking her head.
"Yeah Im sorry, I know its your week off, but you happened to be in the vicinity.." Tom started.
"Oh you know we don't mind" Jim shrugged and winced as she did.
"Jim, are you hurt?" Tom asked, half concerned and half angry.
"No.." Jim said unconvincingly.
"Clare! How could you let this happen?" Tom asked enraged.
"Clare? How is this Clare fault!" Clare said defensively.
"You're the brains Clare! You need to keep Jim from attacking people!" Tom explained.
"Are you saying im stupid?" Jim interjected.
"No Jim..I..urgh..I told you violence only in self defense!" Tom said.
"It was self defense!" Jim said definitely.
"No it wasn't!" Marvin's feeble voice said. Clare looked down at him warningly.
"Clare are you attacking Marvin with spiked heels?" Tom asked.
"Well he tried to attack Jim! Its self defense" Clare said angrily.
Tom shook his head.
"Oh come on Tom, why do we care, this guy is a drug smuggler and a murderer, id kill him right now if I could!" Jim said angrily.
"Look girls the last thing we need is for this asshole to get off on a technicality" Tom started.
Clare looked down and Marvin's smiling, scheming face.
"erm Tom? What jury is going to buy that he was almost killed by two small sixteen year olds?" Clare started "He would never admit to that, hes got a reputation, he knows to keep his mouth shut if he doesn't want to get ass raped in prison" Clare said, looking down again. The smile had left Manic Marvin's face.
"Okay Okay, I'm sending an ambulance to your location" Tom said.
"Were fine" Clare sighed.
"Not for you! For Marvin! You guy can hand him over to the agency and enjoy the rest of your vacation, Big assignment next week! By the way Jim, your Mother called, she wants to know how 'boarding school' is going for you" Tom said with a smile.
"Bye Tom!" The girl said together.
"Bye Girls!" Tom said. His face disappeared.
"I love Tom!" Jim smiled.
When the paramedics and the agents arrived Clare finally pulled her shoe off Marvin's chest and allowed him to get the medical attention he desperately needed. The agents thanked the girls profusely, made up a silly excuse for not being able to do the job themselves.
"Its okay, we love our job!" Clare said smiling.
"So you girl are a part of the 'boarding school' program huh?" The agent asked. He had taken off his dark glasses, which was the ultimate sign of respect for another agent. His face was rough but his eyes were soft and light.
After a year in the business, Clare had still not gotten the 'agents are people too' feeling. This mans eyes made him seem real and Clare appreciated it a lot.
"yeah, were boarders" Clare smiled and looked towards Jim, who was on a stretcher getting her injuries looked over.
"The very best I hear!" The agent said smiling. "When were you recruited?"
"Well Jim was on the track team and we were at starbucks one day and some guy gave us some crap story about Jim joining the Agency! And like, we didn't even know what the hell the agency was so we assumed he was full of crap. And then on our way out we basically got kidnapped and sent to the center in Chicago. Anyway, the center was enough to convince us that they weren't full of shit. So they offered Jim a place in the training camp and she said shed only go if I went, so they decided to let me try too..and well..we kicked ass! They fell all over each other to offer us jobs" Clare laughed. This was her favorite story, but she rarely had people to tell it to.
"So why do you do it?" The agent asked.
"what do you mean?" Clare said.
"Why did you take the job. Didn't you just want to be a normal teenage girl?"
"Frankly sir" Clare started "Being a normal teenage girl is fucking boring."