Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

7} Takin' Care Of Business

"Five," Jenna stretched herself awake from the passenger's seat, "Why are we still here? Shouldn't we go home? This feels like a waste of time."
"Do you have a better idea on how to stop the world?" He lowered the binoculars from his face for a moment to glance at her, "No, I didn't think so. So, we wait."
"Jeeeeesus! Calm down, pissy pants," She crossed her arms over her chest, "We've been here all day. I should've gone back with Klaus and Luther."
"Well, leave then," He suggested, "You need proper rest anyways, not from a seat in a random stolen van."
"Fine, I will. Good luck, Five. I hope this wasn't a waste of our time."

Jenna got out of the van and called an Uber back to the Academy. Unfortunately, it wasn't Alice this time and instead was a weird old man. He was nice, though, and Jenna gave him a decent tip. She got out, thanked the man, and walked inside to the living area. She noticed a record player in the corner and picked a vinyl out of the crate below. She landed on Bachman-Turner Overdrive II and started it on the second to last song. Once satisfied, she walked over to a couch with a smile and threw herself down onto it. She closed her eyes and let out a content sigh.
Finally, some peace and quiet.

By the time the record made it to the last song, Hazel and Cha Cha had broken into the Academy and made their way into the living area. Jenna peeked one eye open and groaned in annoyance at the sight of the Commission assassins.
"Cha Cha," Hazel pointed at the painting of Five on the wall.
"That's our kid," Cha Cha sighed, "Now, where's the other one?"
"Right here, bitch!" Jenna sat up and exclaimed at the pair.
You ruin my relax time, prepare to have your ass handed to you.

(Start playing Takin' Care Of Business for a pleasurable reading experience. This is a fun fight scene. Enjoy! I'm changing it up a bit to fit my story better, but it's still similar.)
Jenna stood up and cracked her neck for a moment to prepare for what was about to go down. She knew Hazel and Cha Cha were skilled, but she was tied for the best agent in the Commission with Five. She could take them on with ease. She should be able to take them both on like child's play.
Easy peasy, lemon fucking squeezy. Come on!

[You get up every morning from the alarm clock's warning]
Jenna lifted Cha Cha up in the air with some electricity and flung her back into the bar while Hazel was trying to shoot at Jenna. One bullet skimmed the side of her leg, but none had hit her straight on, luckily. She threw Hazel's gun away with a flick of her wrist and kneed him in the gut.
"Not fair, Jenna," Hazel clutched his stomach, "You have more hand to hand training than us."
"Looks like I just have the upper hand then," Jenna smirked.

She grabbed her crowbar out of her compact case, just to be on the safe side, and quickly knocked him upside the head with it before running up the stairs where she conveniently ran into Diego.
"Jenna, why do I hear gunfire?" Diego asked her with panicked eyes scanning her face.
"Shut up and go hide!" She told him through gritted teeth, "I can handle these people. I don't want you getting hurt."
"Too late for that," Cha Cha snarked from behind them, shooting ferociously as she'd caught them off guard.
Jenna formed a force field with her powers and fired them right back at her. By the time Jenna had started to do damage, Hazel had shown up, too, resulting in Diego flinging two knives at their masks.

[And I've been takin' care of business]
Diego started to fight Hazel one on one while Jenna dealt with Cha Cha. Jenna dropped down and slid on the floor, slitting open Cha Cha's leg with one of Diego's knives she found near a door frame.
"Stop that, you little shit," Cha Cha grumbled, "Just come back to the Commission and tell us where your little boyfriend is."
"Nope," Jenna hopped up on Cha Cha's back, "And he's my husband, you bitch!"
Jenna started beating Cha Cha's mask with her crowbar while Cha Cha spun in circles trying to fling Jenna off of her. Eventually, she succeeded and launched Jenna into the wall behind her, splitting open the back of her head slightly. She reached for the back of her head and revealed a concerning amount of blood on her fingertips.
At least it's my blood. I don't like other people's blood on me.