Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH10: The Rocket Ship

You found it a bit too easy to sneak into the ship the Rockets were apparently using as a getaway vessel, or rather you thought it was way too easy, until after you left your bag, alone, in the corner where Marko's bunk bed was placed on the third lower level of the ship, and the two of you ran right into a familiar, angry looking woman. "Hey. Frank. I thought I told you to leave that girl behind."

"But Mrs. Lina, look –"

"No butts, Frank. Kid, get out of here," the woman glared down at you, and you slowly glanced upward to notice the irritated look upon her face, and the angry look appearing on Marko's face.

Should you leave? Should you go? Should you even butt into the conversation??

But before you could utter a sound, you suddenly flinched in utter shock as two familiar fellows showed up, saving you from having to make a word. "Y'oh, kid! You decided to show up, huh?"

"The outfit suits you," the slimmer agent stated with a sly smirk, and you frowned as you glanced at the two familiar Rockets, while you noticed that Marko was suddenly standing in front of you, blocking you from their view.

"Agent Jerry and Fred. How do you know the kid? –"

"Lina, I get that you're trying to do your job here, but so are we," Jerry decided to say, butting in for his partner in crime as he turned to you, smiling a bit too sweetly for your tastes. "... Because of you, now we both have kidnapping charges."

"Not my fault you couldn't leave jail in time," you smirked a tad slyly, stepping backward, but away from Marko's side as you glared up at the much taller fellow, using Marko as a shield, just in case there was trouble. "I gave you my tools. In fact, you owe me."

"Hey! Before I could even wake up, I was suddenly being shoved to the ground by a bunch of guards! Not my fault you didn't clue us in on your escape plan," Fred huffed in annoyance, but your crude grin only grew.

"Not my fault you sleep like a log, and besides, why should I care anyways? How did you guys even escape if you were arrested again? –"

"Boss paid for bail because we had necessary information," Jerry stated simply, glancing to the irritated woman, who couldn't get a word in as the three of you bickered between yourselves about events that happened a while ago. "Lina, I'll take care of the kid from now on. It was my job to find her anyways."

"Find her?" Marko growled, his hand moving to the side, in front of you, as if it'd serve as some sort of barrier between his elders and you. "What do you mean by that? –"

"Frank, is it?" Fred suddenly spoke up, in a much more serious tone then you were used to hearing from that overly excited, and stupid, guy's mouth. "You know the kid? Come with us for a moment."

"And let me tell you that we don't plan on harming her. On the contrary, really –"

"If you just think I'll give up a friend of mine then –"

"Stop," you spoke up, tugging on Marko's sleeve as you stared down at the taller and older people's shoes, unable to look them all in the eyes. "Just... don't get in trouble for me, 'kay?"

Marko sighed deeply in response, but nodded his head to you before glaring back at his superiors. "I'm not leaving the girl's side."

"Frank, I need you for our mission –"

"Not to be rude, ma'am, but the mission is almost over. All I'm needed for is to carry cargo onto the ship, and if you want to dock my pay then that's fine. I don't care," Marko spoke sternly, glaring at the woman, while he had his hand on your shirt, as if he knew that you'd do anything possible to get as far away from this confusing situation as humanly possible. "... I'm sorry, but my friends come first."