Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 13

George lays in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. After spending the night with Clay, his bed felt colder. Emptier. He missed his warmth and he didn't know why. George still couldn't put his feelings into words.

"Agent 404? Are you there?" A voice asks through his earpiece.

He groans as he grabs the small thing with his fingers, saying, "I already told you, I quit!"

"NO WAIT! Don't take it out! Please. I'm begging you."

George lets go of the earpiece. "Who are you?"

"My name is Agent Zelk. We have word that there are people on their way to kill you."

"WHAT?!" George yells.

"Chill, dude. One of my teammates is on their way to get you." George then hears a knock at his front door. "You may want to get that."

George looks through his peephole and sees Geo standing awkwardly by the door. George opens it and pulls him inside. "Geo! You need to leave! There are bad people coming here."

"I know 404. I'm here to escort you out."

George squints his eyes. "What?"

Geo groans and pulls his badge out of his back pocket. He opens it up and hands it to George. "I'm Agent Spifey. My team and I work for Forte and it is our job to get you out of here."

George looks over the badge in shock. Geo's full name was written on it as well as his codename "Spifey". Where his picture was supposed to be, there was, instead, a picture of a beaver.

"What's with the beaver?" George asks.

Spifey points to the very bottom of the badge. "Keep reading."

Right underneath this codename in big bolded letters was the words:

Undercover Team

"I thought the undercover team was dead," George whispers.

Geo shrugs. "You also thought that Dream was a murderer."

"He is, Geo. I saw the video," George says, voice quivering.

"He didn't kill anyone. Agent Purpled was shot and Dream was trying to save his life. It looked like he was choking him, but he wasn't." He grabs his badge from George. "I'll tell you more later. We need to get going."

Outside, the sound of multiple gunshots rings through the air, followed by a young voice shouting, "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

Geo rolls his eyes and drags George outside. There was a man on the ground, a gun a few feet away from his hands. Beside him was a motorcyclist, wearing a helmet that covered his face. It was the same motorcyclist that had helped George during the car chase. His bike still had scratches on it from when he was taken out. Somehow, the kid not only survived but only came out with a hurt wrist.

The kid notices Geo and George and waves them over. "We are running out of time, guys. I've already sent our meetup to our team leader and Zelk is on his way there."

"Team leader?" George asks.

The kid shrugs. "Yeah. Darryl is your team leader. We have our own. He's also out tech guy."

Another bullet flies through the air and hits the kid's helmet, leaving a long mark across the side of it. The kid ripped off his helmet, letting his dark hair fall onto his forehead. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THIS WAS BRAND NEW! WHOEVER SHOT THAT OWES ME A NEW HELMET!"