The Undercover Street Fighter

Chapter 8 - Story Time

Avery's POV

Seattle, here I come. Better be prepared.

Kick, kick, kick, kick. There was a kid behind me, kicking away at my seat. Darn, who knew how much self-control you needed to stop yourself from strangling a child.

My patience was running thin, my fist clenched, and smoke was probably coming out from my ears. Old Joey noticed and looked over his shoulder to see the little devil child. 

He turned back to me and looked at my curled fists.

He did a small sign of the cross with a terrified expression which made me laugh at him. He looked back at me so fast; I think he got whiplash.

His eyes held horror as he slowly raised up his hands and made a small crucifix.

I clutched my stomach and laughed harder but no sound emitted from me. In other words, I probably looked like a dying seal clapping my hands. He started laughing as well, the woman who sat behind us interrupted.

"Excuse me, but I have a kid, and we're trying to sleep!" She scolded. I looked back and saw the little twerp grinning at me.

"So have I, so tell your little good for nothing son to please bug off." I smiled sweetly at her.

"How dare you!" She raised her hand to slap me, but Old Joey took ahold of her wrist before she could.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Old Joey suggested.

"Why the hell not?! She insulted my child!" She snatched her hand away from his grasp.

"Because" I answered. "You don't know what I can do, and you don't want to know." I shrugged and smirked at her.

"Was that a threat? Are you threatening me?!" She exclaimed, she was furious.

"No," I said.

"It's a promise," I smirked.

"I'm going to report you when we land." She threatened. I shrugged.

Old Joey looked at me like I was crazy. I just smiled and looked at the front. Then the intercom came on.

"Ladies and gentleman and crew, we are landing shortly so please return to your seat and buckle in." The pilot announced to the plane. I smirked and waited patiently. I could feel the sadistic side of me stretching its arms, getting ready to do some 'work'.

"What are you planning, Av?" Old Joey narrowed his eyes at me. I just smiled and shrugged.

"Wait and see."

-5 minutes after the plane landed-

I whipped my phone out of my pocket and quickly texted Trevor who worked with International Airport Security (IAS).

Trevor, I need some backup. Terminal 4, gate 6 landing from Brooklyn. Just arrived here in Seattle.

On it. I get a text back.

I put my phone away and waited with a sadistic smile on my face. After a few minutes, I see Trevor and the crew that consisted of Jack, Connor, John, Dexter, and Joe. It's good to see my old team again. They were wearing their security suits. Perfect.

My smile got brighter and possibly more sadistic. They spotted me and smiled back while they nodded. I pointed to the woman and her wretched child. I wiggled my eyebrows and nodded. They knew what to do. They are MY crew after all.

Old Joey didn't notice me, but once he saw them, he turned to me with a panicked look in his eye.

"Avery, we cannot get in trouble with the police! You're an ILLEGAL STREET FIGHTER!" He whispered yelled.