Silver Bullets

The Compound

Chapter 1: The Compound.

"Let's go girls!" Ed yelled up the stairs. If they didn't start now, then they will never be ready in time.

"Coming, Eddie!" They screamed. 

Coming down the stairs, Zuri, Ava, and Peyton were all geared up and ready for battle. They were all similarly dressed. Zuri was wearing black skinny jeans, a thick black belt, and black tank top. Her hair was in an up do, with some of her hair still falling in her face. Ava was wearing skin tight leather pants with a white strapless top and her gun on her hip in its holder. She wore her hair straight down, not even bothering to tie it back. Lastly, Peyton wore small black high waist shorts, with her famous combat boots, and leather jacket. 

"Peyton, do you even have a shirt on?" Zuri asked. 

Peyton unzipped her jacket, flashing the entire room with her black sequined bra.

"Nope." She smiled. 

Jordan walked over looking at the girls up and down. 

"You look fine, don't get me wrong, but how the hell are y'all gonna fit all them weapons under your clothes?" 

As soon as he asked, all the other guys turned around, starring. They all seemed to want to know the answer to that question. The last couple of jobs they worked, the girls would go undercover and wear these incredibly tight clothing and still carry their weapons with them and the boys had no idea how they managed to do so. 

"Like this." The girls said. They walked into the kitchen and began taking out all their weapons.

Ava lifted up her tight pant leg and took out her four blades, from each ankle and emptied it out onto the kitchen counter. Zuri reached below her belt and pulled out a bottle of chloroform, knock out gas, matches, salt, liquor, and lip gloss. Peyton reached into her bra, pulling out two hand guns, ammunition, Swiss army knife, her cell phone. She reached into her boots and pulled out two silver blades. 

"Is that it?" Sean asked. Still not believing what he was seeing.

The girls groaned and continued empting out their stashes. Zuri and Ava retrieved their guns from their own bras, and then they all proceeded to reach into their pants and pull out grenades.

"How the hell did you all fit four handguns, a Swiss army knife, six silver blades, four steel blades, AMO, three hand grenades, random bottles of chemicals, matches, and salt into your skin tight clothes?" Jeremy asked flustered. All the guys looked at them with lust and astonishment. 

"Well yea. Anyway is there a new job Eddie?" Ava asked pleadingly. She could use anything to take her mind off of some strange things happening in the house lately. 

"Sure, but we all need to get to the panic room now. We can't talk here." He said. His thick rough voice makes the panic even more distinct as he spoke.  They all piled into their assigned cars. Ava, Jeremy, and Sean ride in Sean's black Hummer. Zuri, Jordan, and Gavin ride in Jordan's black '67 Ford Mustang. Peyton, Wes, and Duane ride in Peyton's 2012 black Camaro, with a neon pink Decepticons symbol on the front.

They drove off, each heading to a different location. Sean's group went west, driving to an abandoned motel. Sean parked the car in the manager’s space. They got out of the car and stood off to the side. Sean pressed the lock and the ground opened up underneath the car, slowly lowering it to an underground space. The group turned around and walked in separate directions. Ava walked up to a vending machine, typed in a code, then the machine opened up and she stepped inside, disappearing from the scene. Sean walked inside to the manager’s bedroom. Lying on top of the bed, he reached over to the service phone, dialed in a code, spoke his name, and was suddenly flipped over and disappeared out of sight. The only thing left was the soft creaking of the bed and the swishing movements of the sheets. Jeremy, after looking desperately for another option, walked gloomily towards the old pale blue porter potty. He pinched his nose and closed his eyes, locking the door behind him. After hearing a whispered curse, he too disappeared.