Stinger

Chapter 6

Sam seemed surprised beyond words when I said that, and the car was completely silent. But, my head wasn't. There was non-stop laughter ringing through my head, my own laughter of course. The look on his face was priceless, but it was too serious to laugh outside my head. "Well you definitely do have balls soldier, mental wise of course. But you don't have any mental capacity," Simmons said, with the dumbest smirk on his face.

I think I should explain something, Simmons and I's relationship. So get cozy, it's a long one.

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"Hey Witwicky!" A familiar voice known as Will yelled, earning my easily obtained attention. "Yeah?"

"This is Agent Simmons," the second I saw the guys face I thought, 'well this guy's a dickbag.' "And your gonna be going on a case with 'em, to find this infamous hacker who calls himself 'the Lord'." I rolled my eyes at the mention of the stupid name, probably some sort of teenager who thinks he's-- "He hacked into NASA and into our data base, so it's not some teenager who thinks he's all that Mackenzie." I rolled my eyes again, Will knows me too well. "It's a pleasure ma'am." Agent Simmons greeted with a solute.

"First day on the job?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you want some advice?"

"That would be appreciated, ma'am."

"Alright, for starts STOP CALLING ME MA'AM I'M YOUNGER THAN YOU! And you don't have to solute me, I solute you. Your a higher role than me." Will fake gasped in surprise. "You mean, Mackenzie-- Mackenzie Witwicky-- is actually admitting to someone being better than her?" Will started to laugh hysterically just thinking of that. "Pft, please I could take this loser in one hit. And why isn't Keller telling me this?" Will shrugged. "I don't know, maybe a Defense Secretary has something better to do than tell a teenager that she's escorting some government pansy to find some hacker?" I punched his arm playfully before turning to a frightened agent. "Alright 'Simmons', that's the name I'm givin' ya got it?" He nodded fearfully.

"Good, let's go get this guy and then never see each other again." He nodded, probably wondering how he got me to hate him so quickly. "Alright let's go Simmons--"

"Wait!"

"I'm already waiting." I pointed out.

"If you get to call me Mackenzie, then I get to call you--" he thought for a moment, and I could practically see rusting wheels turning in his head. "Soldier."

"People already call me that, but that was your only chance bud." Simmons frowned in disappointment and nodded. I had to basically push the guy out of the base, he wanted to keep on touching stuff with his agenty hands. Ew, that's even worse than cooties.

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"Alright, after an infuriating car ride with you for SIXTEEN HOURS we're finally here. California." I slumped against the 'Lord's' house, who we now know as Jessy McFlorgan (no wonder he chose a different name, but 'the Lord' isn't much better kid.) "Well I think we can--" I shut Simmons mouth before he could say another word.

"I didn't escort you ALL the way to CALIFORNIA for you to send me home SECONDS later, 'kay bud." Simmons flinched each time I yelled, making me sigh and look at the window above us. "I'll kick down the door, you call your reinforcements, I'll tackle the kid to the ground 'til they get here. That sound good to you?" Simmons, who was too afraid to disagree, nodded hurriedly making me sigh again. "Alright, let's do this." I kicked down the wooden door, hearing shrieks from upstairs. A boy ran downstairs, probably only the age of fourteen looking terrified of the girl who had just easily kicked down his locked door.