If We Go Down Then We Go Down Together (Talenny)

Talon - The Plan

I ran through my Uncle's (terrible) plan in my head. So I'm disguising myself as a security guard, sneaking on board the President's plane, hijacking it, drugging the President with chloroform and taking him to the lair? Yeah. That's foolproof.

I shake my head, before putting on a special pair of sunglasses. As soon as I put them on, with a flash of purple light I'm transformed from a devilishly handsome MAD teenager into a broad security guard with full access cards and some heavy weaponry. Sweet! This gun is massive! Like, way bigger than my pistols. I think in awe, weighing this gun against my gum gun. I land my "security vehicle" - the MADmobile in disguise - and join a few other security guards.

I zone out whilst they brief on certain procedures in case of attackers. What if they're right under your nose? I think with a grin. All the guards start walking in different directions, so I do too until I feel a firm hand clamp down on my shoulder. Fuck, how could they find me already?

'Dan?' the voice asks. It's a rough voice. I turn around. 'Thank god it is you. Eric called in sick - the slacker - and we need you to guard the President personally. We have info from the HQ that there's a kidnapping to take place!' he says in panic. I activate #Talon'sActingSkills and gasp.

'Don't worry, I'm on it--' I trail off, looking for the man's nametag. 'Steve.' I finish confidently. He nods and smiles, and I walk off, shaking my head in disbelief at how easy this is going to be. I walk up to the President and introduce myself.

'Good afternoon Mr President Sir, I'm Dan your personal security guard.' I tell him, far more confidently than I feel. If being evil doesn't work out, I could be an actor! I think, laughing in my head. I shake his hand, and he boards his massive double decker jet plane on some flipout stairs adorned by a tacky red carpet. I follow him on, looking around discreetly for any blonde do-gooders that may have come to try to stop me.

Once the president is inside "safe" in his special suite I start to make my way to the cockpit, tripping slightly as the plane takes off.

I regain my balance and see a figure step out in front of me. Curses. I curse. It's Penny.

'Hello, I'm Agent Penny from the HQ.' She greets me, extending an arm for me to shake her hand. I take it cautiously, not wanting to blow my cover. She taps a few buttons on her Code-X, short circuiting my disguise.

I glare at her - except I'm slightly relieved that I'm my in my full handsomeness and glory again - as I detransform into my normal self. She raises her eyebrows and taps her foot on the ground impatiently.

'Okay fine, you got me.' I say, raising my hands in surrender. She pulls some handcuffs out of her pocket and is about to delivery a smug quip when I interrupt.

'Wait Penny,' I stall, pulling out a drugged rag from my bracer. 'Does this smell of chloroform to you?' I ask carefully, holding it up.

I have to contain peals of laughter as she gullibly breathes in the fumes from the rag, being knocked out by the chemicals just moments after. I feel guilty doing this, especially after that kiss in the changing rooms, but I shove those thought to the back of my mind.

Scrap curiosity, I think. Gullibility killed the cat.

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AIGHT AIGHT HOLD UP
Before you all go jumping down my throat and making em spill my cherry and cinnamon tea, Pretty Penny is not dead.

Mkay that's all I have to say at the moment my faithful readers, may the force of Talenny be with you.

-Finn ;3