Red Mercury

What does it look like i'm doing dumb ass?

          
Noah's point of view.

A drop hits my head, of what? I don't know. The room is too dark for me to see what is now smudged across my fingers but whatever it is, it's sticky. I swing my arm off the side of the bed, to turn on the light.

"Ow!" a familiar voice yelps as I hit them across the head. I kick out at them in fear, hitting what I hope is their stomach. I flick the light on and relax when I see the teenage boy clutching his stomach on the floor. Honestly, I don't know if his stomach is in pain from the kick or how much he is laughing.

"Miles, what were you doing?" I question, looking down at my hand. The tips of my fingers are sticky and white, then I look down at Miles and see that in one hand he holds a can of whipped cream and the other a video camera.

I roll my eyes, Miles has tried to pull this prank on every member of our team. First, it was Alex who woke up from the noise of the squirty can. Needless to say he was relieved to find out the cream wasn't being sprayed onto his face but instead into Miles' mouth. A couple of days later he tried to get Monroe but of course failed again and got a black eye out of it. I had waited over a week before I got a proper night's sleep, waiting for him to try it on me but he never did.

Until now and I am going to get revenge. Tears from laughing are streaming down the side of Miles' face, "What does it look like i was doing dumb ass? It's called a prank and i got you." His smile turns into an evil grin and he cackles like a witch rubbing his hands together. I roll my eyes, pulling myself out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. The water is cold, which sends a chill down my spine, "Miles how is putting a tiny bit of cream on my fingers a prank?" I ask, surprised by how underwhelming his prank was.

A laugh comes from the room "look in the mirror dude!" I turn quickly, facing the mirror and a gasp escapes my lips when i see what Miles has really done. My head is covered in cream. Instead of my usual brown, curly hair, there is a white mass of cream spread slick all over the top of my hair, not showing any of my brown curly locks.

I run into the room, with my arms outstretched, readying myself to tackle Miles who is still sitting on the flood. A hysteria of laughter escapes his lips, which quickly turns into a mixture of screams and shouts of, "Alex!", "Monroe!" and "Help me!" Quickly they spring into action, Alex being a bit slower than Monroe but then again everyone is.

"What is going on?" Alex asks, still half asleep.

"He's trying to kill me" Miles shouts a little louder than he might have intended to. Suddenly a foot is slammed into my left side, knocking me off Miles. Then a hand grabs my shoulder pulling me to my feet. I know who it is instantly from the silver stud ring glistening on his finger. Monroe. "It is six thirty in the morning, we don't need to be up yet!" he shouts at Miles and I, "But you two assholes decided to wake us up and that was not smart." he cracks his knuckles, "I'm going to have fun with this." A startling smile spreads across his face but I don't see it for long when a ringed fist is slammed into my jaw, making me dizzy.

                          *****

It's seven thirty two when Agent Merwin knocks at the door. I feel slightly embarrassed standing in the door way, in just a pair of checkered pajama trousers and eating a bowl of coco pops. "Agent Merwin!" I try to say with the smallest amount of surprise in my voice. He pushes his way through the door hastily, "For god's sake put a shirt on Noah," he orders, closing the door behind himself.

I quickly grab a jumper sitting on the armchair by the door and pull it over my head. Agent Merwin glances around the room seeing the three sleeping bodies still in bed, "Everyone up! Quickly!" He shouts waking all but Miles. Agent Merwin grabs a cushion from the couch and fires it at Miles' head. Startled, Miles sits up in his bed, slamming his head on the roof as he is on the top bunk. Sadly, I happened to draw the short straw and ended up sharing a bunk with Miles.

"Agent Merwin look away now! I am not decent; it is not very gentleman like to stare at a lady when she is only wearing her sleeping garments." Miles pulls the covers up to his mouth, talking in the most lady like voice he can and trying to cover his body as if embarrassed. Agent Merwin just glares at him, not letting Miles' stupidity crack his serious persona. Straight away Miles is jumping off the top bunk and pulling a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on.

"Agent Merwin, why you here so early?" Miles asks, as he pulls a pair of spider man socks, onto his size eleven feet.

"I have news." He makes his way over to the door, opening it and waving someone else into the room from the hallway. A girl with long dark hair enters the apartment, wheeling a suitcase behind her. Another man who I recognize to be Agent Merwin's assistant Charles Garwick, follows behind her. Charles Garwick is a slim and lanky man, which is probably why he isn't a field agent and never leaves his desk.

Agent Merwin gestures to the girl. "This is Liv Gray; she is the newest member of Delta Team 3."

If someone had taken a picture of our faces when Merwin announced that she is our new team member, it would be viral.

As I look around at my team, I can see they wear the same expression I do, a cross between anger and confusion.

Monroe is the first to speak up, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no.... we are not taking a girl on our team, we are at a disadvantage already being one member down. We don't need a whiny girl slowing us down even more." Suddenly the girls head snaps up, eyes glaring at Monroe. I never thought a look could show so much anger, I'm surprised Monroe didn't drop dead on spot.

"You have no choice in the matter Monroe, she is on the team and that is final." Merwin started turning towards the door. "She will take Colton's bed; you will all sleep in the bunks. Now, i will leave you to get acquainted, be in the main meeting room at twelve sharp." Charles tosses the girls other bags by her feet, before leaving the apartment after Agent Merwin. As the door closes he shouts, "Don't be late."

We stand there in silence for a moment staring at the girl, who keeps her eyes steadily fixed on Monroe. She is probably scared to take her eyes off him, in case he tries to kill her.

We all startle when Miles skips towards her; I swear he is just a eight year old child stuck in a seventeen year olds body. He reaches his hand out for her to shake. She takes his hand letting her suitcase drop to the floor. I thought I saw Alex flinch when it hit the ground and I had to bit the inside of my lips to stop myself from laughing.

"I'm Miles, the hottest, funniest and bestest member of Delta team 3. Obviously you can already tell I am the brains of the team as well." Miles rambled.

We all looked at each other when laughter escaped her lips. For the first time since she entered the room she spoke, "bestest isn't a word, idiot." rolling her eyes she turned towards me. Her hand was outstretched waiting for me to shake it. I took it "Noah."

"Liv" she said, giving me a small smile. She did the same thing, shaking each of our hands although when she came to Monroe her face changed, suddenly deadly and murderous. She shook his hand nonetheless, but not without making him wince a bit while she did. I let a snicker escape my lips, thankfully Monroe didn't notice or I would get punched for a second time today. She turned back to face us all.

"So, where's my bed?"