Author's Note: So this is my brand new story, Bolt. I hope you guys like it, even if the first chapter is a little short.


Chapter 1

"Hey baby, if I followed you home would you keep me?"

The brunette rolled her eyes and walked away. Just like the blonde before her, and the redhead before that. But, despite all of this, there was another blonde sitting at the bar that was looking pretty promising…

And that's when he phone went off.

The man groaned and looked down at the screen of his beat-up flip phone, although he already knew who was calling. And, of course, he was right. Only one person had timing this bad.

He flipped open his phone and held it up to his ear. "Whad'dya want, Striker?"

"We have a job," a gruff voice answered on the other end. "Get to base. This is a big one, and we're going to need everyone. Especially you."

"Aw, come on, do I really have to?" The man whined. "It's Friday night, the first one I've had off in weeks! Can't this wait until tomorrow or something?"

"No, Bolt, it can't."

And with that, Striker hung up. Bolt sighed and gave one last longing look to the blonde at the bar. And just as he was feeling lucky too…

Well, regardless, a job was a job, and he knew that he didn't really have a choice in whether he did it or not. He too one more swig of his drink before he headed to the door. Better not be late, or Striker would pitch a fit and give him another lecture on the importance of being on time and how unacceptable being late was and how if it happened one more time he was going to be fired.

Yeah, as if that was ever going to happen.

Bolt stepped outside, pulled out his keys, and unlocked the door to his old beat-up Mustang. Okay, admittedly it wasn't that beat old, but it was definitely beat up. What with how many times he had wrecked it and everything…

He pulled open the door, sat down, and started the engine. As always, the seatbelt light went off. And, as always, he ignored it. From his personal experience, seatbelts were not man's best friend.

"Ah, just shut up," he muttered at the seatbelt light's insistent beeping. "I swear, next time I get the chance I'm ripping out whatever makes you go off."

For the rest of the ride he turned up the radio, doing his best to ignore the stupid seatbelt light. Good God that thing was annoying… but he should be pretty much used to it by now, considering the fact that he had been dealing with it ever since they had started installing it in cars. Maybe the guy who invented it should be his next target…

He was just considering how, where, and when he would either kill the guy or make him listen to the beeping for the rest of his miserable life when he pulled into the base parking lot. At first he considered waiting a little while before he went in. There was no way they needed him that badly. A short nap couldn't possibly hurt anything, could it?

Well, he never got the chance to find out. As soon as he took the keys out of the ignition, someone tapped on his window. Bolt looked over and saw a man in his early 20s with dark brown hair, amber eyes, and tanned skin. He had a mischievous smile that made him look like he was always up to something, and sunglasses sitting on the top of his head. Bolt opened the door and stepped out before shooting the man a questioning look.

"They called you out too, Jay?" he asked, stretching a bit.

"Yeah, I know, it's pretty weird," Jay replied, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"They must be pretty desperate if they're putting us on the same team," Bolt said with a small smile. "Especially after the little joke we pulled on them last time."

"Yeah, to this day I still wonder what they ended up doing with all of those packing peanuts," Jay said with a small chuckle. "But, hey, all joking aside, this is some pretty serious stuff Bee."

"Yeah?" Bolt said, leaning back against his car. "How so?"

"Well, for one, they're calling everyone in," Jay said. "Even Domino."

"Oh no, not him," Bolt groaned. "Seriously, please tell me that you're joking."

"Sorry buddy, completely serious," Jay said. "They're calling in Domino, Hawk, Canteen, and anyone else they can get a hold of. I'm even hearing rumors that Striker might be coming along on this thing."

"And what exactly is 'this thing'?" Bolt asked.

"That's just it, no one knows," Jay said. "Everyone keeps asking, but Striker just won't tell anyone! He won't even tell Bun, and she always knows about this stuff."

"Correction, she claims to know about it," Bolt said. "She's only right about fifty percent of the time, if that."

"Yeah, but at least she always has some kind of idea as to what's going on," Jay countered, "and this time she doesn't even know who the target is. Hell, we don't even know where the target is."

"Oh? And how exactly are we supposed to take them out without a name and location?" Bolt asked as he walked towards the entrance to the building."

"Hey, your guess is as good as mine," Jay said, walking beside him. "But if we can't take this guy out, it'll be their fault, not ours. But, then again, if you're here then, name and location be damned, I'd count the poor guy as six feet under already."

"I'm not that good and you know it," Bolt said, rolling his eyes a bit.

"Not that good?" Jay said, staring at him in disbelief. "Please tell me you're joking. You do know that the only reason Striker hasn't fired you yet is because you're the best one on the team, right?"

"Aw really? And here I thought it was because we had somethin' special," Bolt said in a sarcastic tone, holding the door open for his friend.

"I'm serious, Bee!" Jay insisted as he stepped through the door. "There's a reason why you have more missions than anyone else. I mean, name one other person that has killed someone with a paper clip. Just one."

"Hey, that was an accident," Bolt said. "Seriously, name one other victim that's choked on a paper clip."

"Okay, admittedly that one was a little pathetic," Jay said, "but there are a ton of other examples out there. Like back in Dallas when you—"

"Hey, I thought we agreed to never speak of that again," Bolt said with a bit of a warning tone.

"Oh come on, you're completely over reacting," Jay said, rolling his eyes. It wasn't that embarrassing. Actually, if anything, it was more impressive than embarrassing."

"You only say that because you weren't the one being humiliated," Bolt snapped. "If it had happened to you, you wouldn't want to talk about it either."

"Yeah? Well, regardless, you did a damn good job considering what you had to work with," Jay said. Then he added with a grin, "Even if your hair was green for a month."

"Oh just shut up," Bolt muttered, looking down and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Hey, why aren't you two in the conference room?"

The two men turned to see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair pulled back into a tight bun and sparkling green eyes. Black rimmed reading glasses sat on the bridge of her nose and she was dressed in a woman's business suit. "This isn't the time to be chit chatting. You guys are really going to be in a whole world of hurt if you don't hurry up."

"Hey there Bun," Jay said with a charming smile. "Looking beautiful as always I see."

Bun just rolled her eyes. "Not gonna happen, Jay," she said. Then she gave Bolt a questioning look. "Aren't you supposed to be the flirty one?"

"He called Dibs," Bolt said simply. "We even played rock-paper-scissors for it. He won fair and square."

"Wait, let me get this straight," Bun said, taking off her glasses. "You guys played rock-paper-scissors to decide which one of you would get to hit on a girl?"

"Let me answer your question with some advice," Bolt said, pointing to Jay. "Never play rock-paper-scissors with this guy. He's gotta be cheating or something, there's no way anyone can win that many time's in a row."

"Wow, I can't decide if that's sad or funny," Bun said, looking back and forth between the two of them. "Either way though, we still need to get to the conference room before Striker decides to rip both of you a new one. He's still pretty mad at you two for what happened last time we put you together. He even made a rule stating that anyone caught with any form of packing peanuts will be shot and sent home."

At the mention of their handiwork, both boys grinned and high-fived each other.

"You have to admit, it was pretty good," Jase said with a smirk.

"Good? It was awesome!" Bolt corrected with a grin.

"Whatever you two want to believe," Bun said, rolling her eyes. "Either way, Striker is still looking for an excuse to punish you two so I'd get a move on it."

"Alright, alright, we're going," Bolt said, grabbing Jay's arm and tugging him down the hall. "Come on Jay, say goodbye to the pretty lady so we can go to the boring meeting."

"Bye pretty lady," Jay said with a goofy grin, waving before Bolt dragged him around the corner.

Bun shook her head and smiled. Those two were probably the only people in the entire building with a sense of humor like that. If it weren't for them always goofing around and making jokes, everyone else would have probably of lost their sanity by now. How they stayed that way with the kind of jobs that they had to do was beyond her. She just hoped that things never changed between the two of them, for everyone's sake.


Final Thoughts: No, I won't tell you what they did with packing peanuts or what happened in Dallas. You will never ever know. Mwahahahaha~

So, this is really more of an introduction, it doesn't have much of the actual plot in it. Although I did do a bit of foreshadowing there. I'm kind of liking where this is going, because these characters are very entertaining. Please review, it would mean the world to me!