*Intro*

https://youtu.be/Zecv472To1Y

The day started like any other day for (Y/N). Wake up without waking up Helena, shower while making sure the door was locked, brush teeth, give Helena her good morning headpats, head down stairs to get breakfast, stop Ms. Mayberry and Martha from killing each other. The usual. But as (Y/N) finished eating, he got a text from Blitza in her usual bad spelling.

Blitza (Text): Hay! Get yor smexy azz in her! We got wrc two do! And grabb covfefe on yor way to!

(Y/N) (Text): Just finished breakfast. I'm on my way. Just text me what you girls want while I'm driving.

As (Y/N) stands, he says goodbye to his Girlfriends and heads towards the front door but is stopped. He looks back to see Helena tugging on his shirt and giving him puppy eyes.

(Y/N): What's wrong Helena?

Helena: I just wanna spend time with you, Master.

(Y/N): I'll spend as much time with you after work, okay?

Helena: *puppy eyes* But I wanna spend time with you now.

(Y/N): C'mon, Helena. I need to go now. What do you usually do when I'm not around?

Helena: *on the verge of tears* Wait for you to get back... *sniff*

The sentence tugged on (Y/N)'s heartstrings, her big round eyes stared right through his soul. It physically pained him to see her like this. He bit his lip, trying to think of a solution until it came to him.

(Y/N): Hey, maybe we can spend time together. I can bring you with me to work. Plus, I doubt Blitz will be upset with a temporary intern to help for a day.

Helena: *instantly happy again* Yay! Great idea, Master!

Helena pounces on (Y/N) to hug him around the waist tightly, surprising him slightly. A few of the other girls snickered at (Y/N) for falling for the old Girlfriend guilt trip technique.

Angela Dust: Ha! She played you good!

Both Vaggie and Alastra stand up to talk with (Y/N).

Vaggie: Are you sure this is a good idea? You know Helena is still new to the Living World. Remember last time? She wasn't exactly... Um... Discrete.

Alastra: *sarcastically* As much as it pains me to admit this, but Vaggie is right for once-.

Vaggie: Watch it.

Alastra: Helena is still adapting to life up above. Taking her with you to help assassinate people is dangerous and reckless-.

Vaggie: Huh, we finally agree on something.

Alastra: Which is my kind of entertainment and is why I'm coming too~.

Vaggie: W-What!? *gets in front of her* No! Nonono! N.O. NO! You of all people are not going! Last time you were there, you started fights with other Overlords in front of Humans! I am not letting you go and that's final.

Alastra laughs at her attempts to stop her and snaps her fingers, magically switching places with her. As Vaggie is briefly distracted, Alastra wraps herself around (Y/N)'s arm and looks back at Vaggie with a smug grin.

Alastra: Good luck with that then~. I guess me and handsome will enjoy a nice day out while you can just sit there and seethe all day. Toodles~.

Alastra starts to drag (Y/N) away to his car before he can even process what happening. Vaggie quickly blocks their way again and huffs to herself silently.

Vaggie: You're right, I can't stop you. BUT! That doesn't mean I will just let you go on a murder spree. So, I guess I have no other choice but to join (Y/N) and keep an eye on you. One step out of line and we're heading straight back here, got it?

Alastra: *crossing her fingers behind her back* You have my word~.

Vaggie then shyly holds (Y/N)'s other hand while glaring at Alastra. Suddenly Angela Dust stands up and joins them, hugging (Y/N) from behind.

Angela Dust: Oh! Can I join ya too? Please~?

Vaggie: Why do you wanna come with us all of a sudden?

Angela Dust: I just wanna watch you and Strawberry argue all day. Sounds fun.

Vaggie: *groans and facepalms* Ugh. Of course...

(Y/N) turns to the table.

(Y/N): Before I head out this door for real, does anybody else want to join?

Niffty shoots up her hand like a preschooler.

(Y/N): Alight, c'mon.

(Y/N) waves Niffty over and she excitedly clapped her hands before zooming out the front door.

(Y/N): *sighs* How the Hell am I gonna explain this to Blitz?

Cut to all of them in (Y/N)'s car, driving to the local Hothead Café. (Y/N) was driving, Hellena was sitting on the passenger seat with her head out the window, Alastra and Angela Dust were in the backseat with Vaggie sandwiched in between them, grumbling to herself angrily in Spanish, and Niffty sitting in Alastra's lap. They stop in the parking lot and step out while (Y/N) is checking his phone for I.M.P's coffee order.

(Y/N): Blitz wants an iced coffee, Loona wants a plain black, Millie wants an Espresso, Amy wants an iced tea and Moxxie wants a- fuck it, I'm not reading all that. Just get her a Frappuccino or something. *gives Vaggie his wallet* Get me (favorite coffee) and buy yourselves anything you want. I'll stay here and watch the car.

Angela Dust: Anythin'? Well, I'll have a tall glass of-.

Vaggie: Within reason. Now, hurry up and order something inside.

Vaggie then drags Angela by her ponytail inside the Café as the other girls followed her. (Y/N) leans against his car casually, until he spots something from the corner of his eye.

(Y/N): Woah... That's a beautiful bike.

(Y/N) slowly walked over to the Motorcycle, his curiosity getting the better of him. Once reaching it, he gets a better look at it. The smooth and still shining paint job made it look new, standing out amongst the natural reds of Hell. He reaches a hand out to touch it but before his fingertips made contact, he felt cold metal touch the back of his head and heard a clicking noise.

???: *Scottish accent* Ya have ten seconds tae get yer hands aff ma bike before I have tae spend the rest of ma afternoon cleaning yer brains off it.

(Y/N): *raises his hands* Relax, Man. I was just trying to get a better look is all. I swear I wasn't gonna do anything.

???: *not believing him* Aye right. Now turn around slowly.

(Y/N) did as he was asked, turning around to see the man who was holding a gun to his head. It was a Sinner with a skull surrounded in blue flames for a head, he wore a black leather jacket, boots, and ripped denim jeans.

The Sinner looked (Y/N) up and down, judging if he was a threat before his empty eye sockets stopped at the Omnitrix. He slowly lowered his gun, realizing who (Y/N) is.

???: Wait. Aren't you-?

He was stopped by a sudden red explosion sending him into the Café's walls. After the dust is settled, and (Y/N) stops coughing, Cherri Bomb stands defensively in front of (Y/N) with another bomb in hand ready to go.

Cherri Bomb: I don't know who are but nobody points a gun at my man and gets away with it!

(Y/N): Cherri? What are you doing here?

Cherri Bomb: That's a funny way to say 'thank you'. I was on my way here because Angi texted me, saying she was going on a fun adventure with you so I wanted to tag along. But then I saw this walking blowtorch trying to mug you or something.

Just then the Sinner got up and casually dusted off his shoulder, making Cherri get defensive again. He put his finger and thumb in his mouth, whistling so loud it caused (Y/N) and Cherri to cover their ears. Suddenly, more Bikers looking similar to the Sinner rode their Bikes around (Y/N) and Cherri in a circle like sharks to fresh meat.

???: That's not a very nice thing tae dae while people are talkin', Wee Lassie. *lights a cigarette with his thumb*

The loud revving of motorcycle engines caught the attention of the girls inside the Café. Stepping outside to see (Y/N) and Cherri surrounded by Bikers.

Alastra: Tsk tsk. We leave him alone for 5 minutes and this is what he gets himself into?

Vaggie: Stop messing around! We need to help him!

Vaggie charges in with her spear and Alastra follows close behind with Eldrich tentacles. Vaggie leaps at one of the Bikers, knocking him off his Bike and stabbing him through the chest. Another comes to his aid but Vaggie throws the first off her spear and at the other one, dismounting him. Two more go after Vaggie but are suddenly stopped, looking back they see large black tentacles grabbing their Bikes, holding them in place. The tentacles lift them up into the air before slamming them into each other. Once the Sinner, presumably the Biker Boss, noticed Alastra he whistled again making the Bikers stop.

???: Hold it, Boys! This has been a big misunderstanding. *to Alastra* Miss Alastra, so nice tae meet you. Apologies if ma Boys gave ya, and yer friends, a hard time.

Alastra: I'm flattered and all but do I know you?

???: *chuckles* No but I know you and yer Man. (Y/N) Tennyson.

The Bikers all stand with him and the girls stand with (Y/N).

Allan: I'm Allan Morrison, founder of the Blue Angels Motorcycle Club.

All the Bikers turn around and proudly point to the insignia on their jackets.

Allan: And I think ya can help with a wee problem of mine still on the surface.

Scene cut to (Y/N) in his car, diving towards the I.M.P headquarters, The Blue Angels following him in V formation with Allan riding beside him. Inside, Millie sees (Y/N) park his car with a whole load of blue-flaming Bikers doing the same. (Y/N), The girls, Allan, and a few Bikers go in while the rest of the Bikers stay outside.

Millie: Uhh, Blitz? (Y/N) is here... with company... A lotta company.

Blitza: *looking through contracts* Oh? Good. Things were getting quiet in here anyway.

The scene cuts to the group exiting the elevator, walking up to the I.M.P office as (Y/N) enters first with the coffee.

(Y/N): Hey Girls. Got your drinks here. Get it while they're still hot.

They all greet him before eagerly grabbing their drinks, thanking him. While Moxxie was complaining to Millie about getting the wrong order but still drinkin,g it anyway, (Y/N) thought of a way to explain bringing the Hotel crew.

(Y/N): So, Blitz. I've brought along some of the Girls from the Hotel. Come on in, GIrls.

They all walk in and have a look around the main room.

Angela Dust: Wow, this place is rundown, huh?

Cheeri Bomb: You said it.

Blitza: Hey! *to (Y/N)* Why the Hell are they here?! They're taking up space and will just get in the way!

(Y/N): *whispers* Look, I thought maybe they could help us out for just today. Think of them as temporary unpaid interns.

Blitza: *whispers* So I don't need to pay 'em? *to the Hotel Girls* Sorry for the bad introduction, it's so nice to see you all again. *shakes Vaggie's hand*

Vaggie: *dull tone* Wish I could say the same.

(Y/N): That's not all. I found a client while I was out. From what he told me, it's a pretty big job and we're gonna need the extra hands.

Just then, Allan walked through with his two Bikers. Shocking Moxxie and Amy at the sudden burly and flaming Bikers walking in.

Allan: So, this is the I.M.P I've heard so much about?

Blitza: *rushes to Allan* It sure is! Plenty of good things, I hope. Lets talk business in the meeting room.

Scene cut to the meeting room, everyone sitting around the table with Helena sitting in (Y/N)'s lap while Loona was side eyeing her with a twinge of jealousy. Moxxie puts on her pair of reading glasses and pulls a clipboard with pen.

Moxxie: So, Mister?

Allan: Morrison. But just call me Allan.

Moxxie: Allan, tell us your story.

Allan: It all began back in 1963. I was-

Blitza: Damn!

There was a moment of awkward silence as everyone slowly turned to her and Allan glared at her for a few seconds.

Blitza: ... *meekly* I'm sorry.

Allan: Anyway.

Flashback to 1963 in Glasgow, Scotland. A young adult Allan is riding ontop of his Bike down the road with only a few Bikers riding beside him.

Allan (Narrating): I was only 20 years old but I started ma very own Bikers Club, The Blue Angels Motorcycle Club. The Blue stands for Bastards, Lunatics, Undesirables and Eccentrics. *chuckles* Even though it was only me and a few of ma mates, we slowly made a name for ourselves.

Cut to a montage of them fighting rival Bikers, robbing post offices, fleeing from police and petrol bombing hideouts. Over time getting new members.

Allan (Narrating): We wernae one of those sissy fakers that call 'emselves Bikers for laughs, we were the real deal 1%'ers. But we did have rules. 1. No unnecessary killin'. 2. No stealing from those that actually need it. 3. No drug dealing. 4. No r**ing. And 5. No n**is. Any rule breakers are punished by me personally... No exceptions.

Cut to a an older Allan lining up some rule breakers against a wall, ripping off their jackets before shooting them in the back of the head.

Allan (Narrating): *cheery again* But were not all that bad, were a family for outcasts. Not everyone saw that though, from all the enemies i've made over the years two stand out as the worst of the lot. The Hells Angels Motorcycle Club and The Lyons Crime Family.

Cut back to the present, Allan pulls out a laminated picture and throws it to (Y/N).

Allan: Yer first target is Alan Fisher, better known as Snob Fisher.

Loona: Wow, he looks like his favorite past time in grooming kids online.

Allan: He's the President of the Hells Angels London chapter. Old rival of ours for years. He started a Motorcycle shop as a front to hide his dirty work of makin' heroin in his hideout. Caught the fucker tryin' to sell his junk at my nephew's school once. He's a coward and usually runs at the first whiff of trouble.

Blitza: So just follow the scent of pissed pants and we find him. Got it.

Allan chuckles and throws a second photo on the table.

Allan: Yer second target is Steven Lyons, self proclaimed 'Exiled Kingpin'.

Angela Dust: *scoffs* This is what Mobsters wear nowadays? Ugh, no style whatsoever. Besides, he doesn't look so tough.

Allan: Really now? 'Cause the last hitman who went after him, had his face cut aff with a sawzall.

Angela Dust: ... I take back what I said.

Allan: He's the Head or 'Don' of the Lyons Mob, he got there by killin' his Brother which gave his Da' a heart attack, so now hes in charge. Hes a spoiled brat with an ego and a bloodlust to match. He runs a underground drug and human trafficking ring, and kills anyone who gets in his way. He always loves to splash his cash in night clubs and casinos. If ma memory serves me right, he always picks up his supplies today.

Vaggie: That's good information but we need to know who his supplier is.

Allan: Who do ya think it is?

(Y/N): It's Fisher.

Allan: *chuckles* Smart lad. Without Steven, Fisher wouldnae have made as half as far on his own.

Allan pulls out a map of Glasgow and points to a street.

Allan: They meet here around 1:00pm. Both Hells Angels and Lyons Mob will be on edge, and will bring loads of armed guards so watch out. Have any of ye been to Glasgow before?

The group all look at each other for a moment before all shaking their heads no.

Allan: Thought as much. *points to a different street on the map* Our hideout is here if ya need back up, we know these roads like the back of our hands. If ma boys ever gae ya any trouble just gae 'em this, they'll know what it means.

Allan gives (Y/N) a blue 50 Cal Bullet and smiles.

(Y/N): What's this for?

Allan: Just show 'em this and they'll join ya.

Blitza: That's great and all but what about payment? How much are these walking sacks of assholes worth in Doubloons or whatever made up currency you guys use.

One of Allans Bikers, angered by her comment, stabs his knife into the table loudly. Scaring Blitza almost out of her chair. Allan raised a hand in front of the Biker to get his attention and calm him down.

Allan: Relax Sammy, she was just jokin'. Right?

Blitza: *peeking over the table* Yeah, yeah. Just joking is all. *nervous laugh*

Sammy grumbles before standing behind Allan again with the other Biker.

Allan: Snobby boy's head is worth £200,000 and Steven's is double that.

Moxxie: *typing on a small calculator* That worth $752,879.40 in total, Ma'am.

Blitza's eyes turn to dollar signs and she rockets out of her chair, immediately forgetting about being threatened before, landing in front of Allan and shakes his had vigorously.

Blitza: Don't you worry Mr. Biker Boss Man! Those two chuckle fucks will be deader than... Than... Fuck, i don't know what but they'll be dead as shit!

Loona: *looking at the two photos* The fuck did they even do to get bounties that big anyway?

Allan: *serious tone* Do ya really want tae know?

The room go silent at that statement. The group looked at each other again in suspense and nodded to him.

Allan: The Lyons Mob, bein' supplied by the Hells Angels, give their heroin tae homeless or working-class teens tae force them tae be their lackeys. Its a never endin' cycle of sufferin', abuse and blackmail. The kids have nowhere else tae go because their addiction keeps bringin' them back and the outside world won't accept them after what they did...

The whole room was in stunned silence at hearing the horrible things the Lyons Mob is doing.

Angela Dust: I use to work in a Mob family before dyin' but that is just fucked up...

Vaggie: All those poor kids...

Millie: Why isn't the police doing anything to stop these monsters?

Allan: They "Don't have enough evidence tae prove anythin'", in reality their too scared and/or lazy tae do anythin' about 'em.

Alastra: And I thought the American Police were terrible at their jobs.

With that being said, they all got ready to go out and Loona opens up a portal to Glasgow with directions from Allan. Millie excitedly twirlled her battleaxe and Moxxie holsterd her pistol.

Millie: Yeah! Let's go fucking massacre these Bastard's!

Blitza: Woah, settle down Mills. I have a better idea. *turns to (Y/N)* Why don't we let (Y/N) and the B-Team handle this one.

Cherri Bomb: *mildly offended* B-Team?!

(Y/N): Blitz, are you sure? This is a pretty big job.

Blitza: Yeah, you'll be fine... Probably.

Vaggie: Your Boss is right, (Y/N). If too many of us go then we'll draw too much attention to ourselves.

Alastra: *puts an arm around her shoulder* Smart observation, Vagatha. Are you sure you haven't done something like this before~?

Vaggie just stares at her in silent anger. Before Vaggie could respond, Angela speaks up.

Angela Dust: Don't sweat it anyways, this is in the UK, right? So they won't have any guns or nothin'.

The three Bikers all look at each other for a second before bursting out in a fit of laughter, Allan slamming his fist on the table repeatedly and Sammy leans on the other Biker for support before falling over.

Vaggie: Great, you just had to jinx us.

With that out of the way, the B-Team all jump through the portal into an ally way and the portal closes behind them. Leaving I.M.P with the Blue Angels in awkward silence as Blitza tries to make conversation.

Blitza: *smacks lips* So, uhh... Ya like bikes?

The scene cuts to Glasgow, in an undisclosed hideout/garage of the Hells Angels. The Bikers were busy with fixing their bikes or relaxing in the corner watch television and drinking beer. In the office is where Snob sat, watching over his chapter while on the phone with his "Business Partner".

Snob: (London accent) Hello, Mr. Lyons! How may i be of-

Steven: (Scottish accent) (through the phone) Cut the Shite. Do ya have ma drugs yet? I had to cancel ma flight tae Dubii fer this.

Snob: (flinches) Y-yeah. They're ready for pick up, Sir...

Steven: Good. Same place, same time?

Snob: Yes, Sir.

Steven: (snickers) Suck up.

Steven hangs up and Snob lets out a sigh of relief. Putting the phone in his pocket and walking out of his office. He claps loudly to get everyone's attention before speaking to his crew.

Snob: Okay, People! It is 9:30 and Mr. Lyons wants his drugs by 1:00 so get your arse' in gear and get working!

Hells Angels Biker: But, Boss, we've only gotten half of it made. How are we gonna cook the rest?

Snob: (slowly getting angryer) Well, maybe you'll find out how- BY HURRYING THE FUCK UP!

The Biker is scared back into the crowd. All of them move to a tarp, one pulls it off to revile a trapdoor. Opening it and walking through to a Drugs lab with all sorts of unsanitary equipment and tools. Scene cut back to the B-Team, as they peek out around the corner but duck back behind when someone walks by.

(Y/N): Okay, first we're gonna need disguises for all of you. Alastra?

Alastra: Certainly~.

Alastra uses her magic to give herself and the other girls their human disguises.

Vaggie: Good. Now. (gets in her face menacingly) You are forbidden to use anymore magic while we are on the surface. Capiche?

Alastra: (not flinching) Loud and clear~.

The group then walk out into the public. Seeing the sights and listening to the busy streets. Some, like Helena and Niffty, were loving it while others, like Angela and Vaggie, not so much. Catching the attention of Alastra.

Alastra: (to Angela and Vaggie) What's wrong, you two~? Scotland has a deep history and culture~.

Vaggie: Yeah, once you get past the gray skies, smell of piss and the unfriendly locals.

Angela Dust: Y'know, I expected more buff ginger guys in skirts.

(Y/N): (laughs) Don't worry, we'll finish this up and be back at the hotel before you know it.

The group decide to go to the Blue Angels hideout with the map that Allan gave them, doing some minor sightseeing along the way. Cue a short transaction with Alastra taking photos of them at various famous landmarks. After a 30 minute walk they arrived at a large garage, it was covered in graffiti and had lots of motorcycles parked outside. They all stopped just before the shutters, slightly nervous, except Alastra who walked forward and reached out to knock. Before she could, a large burly man opened the shutters suddenly with an irritated look.

Door Guard: Aye? The fuck do ya want?

Alastra: Excuse me, my large and sweaty fellow, but we are here on behalf of your previous, and deceased, employer. To settle an old score that he had while still among the living. Could we please speak to your new boss, preferably while one with a pulse?

The Door Guard scoffs before letting them in, watching them enter one by one.

Door Guard: *muttering to himself* Lets get this over with. *yells out* Hey Boss! Got a few clowns here that want tae see ya!

As Vaggie was about to say something back at him, a group of bikers surrounded them, all looking up at an office on the second floor. A bald and bearded man walked out, and slowly walked down the stairs, his heavy boots making a clang with every step on the metal steps. He stopped in front of the group with a silent glare, making Hellena and Niffty hide behind (Y/N).

New Boss: So... What dae ye want?

(Y/N): We were sent by Allan Morrison, as strange as that sounds. He wanted us to come here so you can help us in killing-.

New Boss: Ya mean tae tell me, you met Allan, and he told ya tae meet us?

The Boss began to laugh, slowly getting the Bikers to laugh with him too, Niffty began to awkwardly laugh with them out of fear. Suddenly the Boss and the Bikers stop laughing and pull out guns from their jackets before aiming at them.

New Boss: Not only did ya come here unannounced, but ya spit on Allan's grave to ma face? Give me one good reason why i shouldnae send ya straight tae him.

Vaggie: *whispers to Alastra* Alastra, do something!

Alastra: *shit eating grin* Sorry, Dear but I can't. You said it yourself that I was prohibited from using any more magic while under your watchful eye, or did you forget that already~?

New Boss: Ma trigger finger is gettin' really tired here.

Cherri Bomb: * to Angela* I thought you said they didn't have guns in the UK?!

Angela Dust: Well, clearly criminal's don't give a fuck what the laws says!

New Boss: 3... 2...

The pressure was building up, (Y/N) was contemplating using the Omnitrix in order to fight their way out but he felt something in his pocket and suddenly remembered something else Allan gave him.

(Y/N): Wait! I can prove I met him with this!

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the blue 50 cal. bullet, holding it up high for all them to see. All the Bikers freeze and gasp before muttering to each other. The New Boss stares in disbelief as he lowers his gun.

New Boss: Fuckin' Hell... You were telling' the truth. Then why did he send ya here?

(Y/N): Because he hired us to kill Snob Fisher and Steven Lyons, and we need your help to do it.

New Boss: If Allan gave ya that bullet, it means he trusts ya and i will too. *gives (Y/N) a firm handshake* The names Lenny Reynolds. Sorry for the rough greeting.

Scene cut to (Y/N), the Girls, Lenny and the Bikers huddled around an old pool table that they were using as a makeshift meeting table. Lenny pulls out a map and unfolds it, showing two locations circled.

Alastra: So, what's the plan of attack?

Lenny: A few of the lads went out spyin' for the bastards. Snob is hidin' in his garage here *points to the first circle* and Steven is havin' a few pints at his usual pub here *points to the second circle*.

(Y/N): We split up. Me, Angela, Cherri, Niffty and half of the Blue Angels attack Snob and blow up his drug den. Vaggie, Alastra, Hellena, Lenny and the other half of the Blue Angels attack Steven at the pub. We attack them but don't kill them yet.

Lenny: If this goes smoothly, Stevey-boy and Snobby will run here. *draws a new circle around their drug dealing spot* While they're tired and confused, we surround 'em and kill 'em.

Vaggie: How do you know that this won't backfire? What if they call for backup?

(Y/N): We stay in communication. My group will attack first then I'll call and give you the order to attack.

Cherri Bomb: Why attack Snob first? Wouldn't it be easier to get the big bad Mob Boss first and then the pissy pants Biker? *to Lenny* ... No offence.

Lenny: None taken. It's because if I know anythin' about Snob, it's that he's a coward. After he's sent packin' he'll cry to Steven about how his drugs are blown up and Steven will be too busy throwin' a tantrum to see his attackers comin'.

(Y/N): Any more questions? *they all shake their heads no* Okay, lets kill these fuckers!

Everyone: Yeah!

Scene cut to (Y/N) and his team hiding outside the Hells Angels hideout, ducking behind a brick wall and some rusted barrels. (Y/N) peaks his head out to check for any guards, which there were none outside. He pulls back, pulls out his phone and calls Vaggie to make sure everything was okay on their end.

(Y/N): Vaggie, we just got to the hideout. Are you at the pub yet?

Vaggie: *through the phone* Almost. We're still on the road, just a few more streets away.

(Y/N): Good. Remember, only attack when I give you the clear.

Cherri Bomb: *barely containing her excitement* This is so cool! I feel like a secret agent or a spy!

Vaggie: Shh! You'll blow your cover. You wanna be a spy? Then be quiet!

Angela Dust: Heh. 'Blow'. Hehe.

Vaggie: (Y/N), remind me to slap Angela when i get back.

(Y/N): *chuckles* Will do. I'll call you again when all things are clear here.

Vaggie: You better. Come home safe or else. I don't want this turning into a rescue mission as well.

(Y/N): No te preocupes por mí, Cariño~. No te voy a dejar~. (Don't worry about me, Darling~. I'm not going to leave you~.)

Vaggie: *flusterd* F-Fuck! D-Don't just say that suddenly, ¡Imbécil! (Fool!) *whispers* Sólo cuando estamos solos, ¿vale? (Only when we're alone, okay?)

Angela Dust: I swear I can hear you blushing~. I don't know what (Y/N) said but it sounded sexy as fuck.

Vaggie: *embarrassed* I'mdonetalkingnowbye! *hangs up*

As Vaggie hangs up, making Angela and Cherri giggle to themselves, (Y/N) begins to flick through the Omnitrix to find the perfect Alien for a stealth mission.

(Y/N): Alright, we're gonna try a more subtle method. If all fails, then we go loud n' proud. Cherri, you got any bombs?

Cherri Bomb: Do you know who you're talking to? *pulls out a satchel full of various explosives* Never leave home without 'em.

(Y/N): Great. *flick's through his Alien options while still talking* Now, I'll sneakily plant the bombs in their drug lab, the explosion should send them running and then-.

But suddenly, Niffty, in her infinite wisdom, jumps onto his shoulder and begins to mess with the watch. Randomly switching between Aliens.

Niffty: Ooh! What's that one do!? Or that one!? Or this one !? Or-!

(Y/N): Hey Niffty! Be careful! I might turn into-!

Niffty accidentally presses down on the watch and activates it while selected on a bipedal salamander-like Alien. A bright green light engulfs the group before dissipating.

https://youtu.be/1rITiuAC5WI

In (Y/N)'s place stood a purple salamander with three multicolored eyes. He briefly looks at himself before sighing.

???/(Y/N): Great. What's this guy supposed to do? Sell car insurance or harvest screams from kids?

Angela and Cherri giggle at his cheesy joke while a few of the Bikers freak-out, seeing a real Alien for the first time. Niffty shyly comes up to (Y/N) with a sad look on her face.

Niffty: I'm sorry for screwing with the watch. My excitement got the better of me.

???/(Y/N): It's fine Niffty. I just need to find out what-.

As (Y/N) was talking, his body was slowly becoming invisible. Shocking both him and the group. He concentrated and his body became entirely invisible, concentrating again to become visible again.

???/(Y/N): Well, I think you chose the perfect Alien for me. I guess you get to name it.

Niffty: *excitement getting to her again* OVERKILL!!!

???/(Y/N): ... Maybe dial it back a notch.

Niffty: *calming down* Oh, uh. How about ChamAlien then?

ChamAlien: I'll work with that. *turns to Angela* Now I'm gonna need your help with distracting the people inside while I sneak in and plant the bombs inside.

Angela Dust: Ugh, fine. But if one of 'em grabs my ass, I'm shooting 'em.

Angela grabs the bomb satchel, which looks like a regular handbag from the outside, before knocking on their door while ChamAlien follows behind her invisibly. A snob opens up the door and is immediately smitten with Angela.

Angela Dust: *in her 'performer' voice* Hey there, uh, Handsome~. I'm new in town and I heard that this is the best place to buy a motorbike~. *squeezing her breasts together* Do ya mind if I come in~?

Snob: *stutterly* I-I-I-! Ahem! S-sure. Right this way.

Angela Dust: *under her breath* Heh, sucker.

He moves out of the way to allow her in, staring at her ass as she walks in, unknowingly allowing ChamAlien to slip in just as he closes the door. Angela walks about the garage, looking at all the motorbikes as Snob follows her around like a lovesick puppy. While that was happening, ChamAlien was silently surveying the room for its hidden drug lab. He walks over to a tarp but he accidentally kicks a wrench on the ground, making a loud noise.

Snob: What was that?

Angela jumps to him, making sure to put her assets on display to pull his attention away from ChamAlien.

Angela Dust: Probably nothin' to worry about~. Can ya help me pick out a bike~? I want somethin' slim and curvy, somethin' to get all the boys attention~. *runs her hands over her body* Somethin' like me~.

Snob: *practically hypnotized* Well, you have a nice body- I mean, we have bikes with nice bodies! *leads her away to a different row of bikes* H-here, come take your pick.

Angela Dust: *thinking* Christ, this guy's got worse game than a preschooler. (Y/N), you owe me big time for this!

Back to ChamAlien, he slowly lifted the tarp to reveal the secret trap door that leads to the drug lab. ChamAlien briefly becomes visible again, getting Angela's attention, and pointing to the trap door. While Snob was busy talking about his bikes, Angela tosses the bag towards ChamAlien. He puts the bag over his shoulder, turns invincible again and goes through the trap door silently. Opening the door, he noticed how his hand stuck to it slightly. He stuck his hands to it more forcefully and realized he could crawl on walls and ceilings.

ChamAlien: *thinking* Well, you learn something new every day.

ChamAlien closes the door and sticks to the ceiling, observing the lab from above. There were Hells Angels Bikers all working and shuffling past each other in the dark and cramped space, one filling vials with the chemicals, one carrying a tray full of needles and one mixing chemicals together until another Biker bumps into him, accidentally causing a small explosion to go off in his face.

H.A Biker No.1: Aww, Fuck's sake! Watch where yer goin'!

H.A Biker No.2: Me?! YOU watch where yer goin'! Ya nearly threw the needles in ma face!

H.A Biker No.3: Would both of ya's shut it! We need tae finish this last batch before the Lyons Mob has our arse's mounted on their wall! Get back tae work!

The two Bikers grumble and glare at each other before doing as they were told. All the while, ChamAlien was enjoying the show of watching a bunch of idiots just being idiots.

ChamAlien: *thinking* I would feel almost sorry for them if they weren't drug dealing scumbag's. Oh well, back to the mission.

ChamAlien crawls across the ceiling, scanning the room for their stockpile. Finding it in the far corner of the room and guarded by three Bikers with AR-15's. ChamAlien then got an idea to lure the guards away. He picked a vial with his tail and threw it at the guards jacket, causing a small explosion and ruining the leather.

Guard No.1: Hey! Who fuckin' threw that!? Mike, I swear if it's you again I'm gonna shove this gun right up yer arse sideways!

The Guard angrily stormed off where Mike was and started yelling at him incoherently, judging by the hellish screams that followed soon after, he kept his word. ChamAlien crawled towards two of the Bikers working at a table and tapped one on the shoulder with his tail.

H.A Biker No.1: Huh? *looks around confusingly* Was that you?

H.A Biker No.2: No. What is it?

H.A Biker No.1: Somethin' tapped me on the shoulder.

H.A Biker No.2: Maybe it was the wind?

H.A Biker No.1: The wind tapped me on the shoulder? Are ya tyin' tae be daft or were ya born like that?

H.A Biker No.2: *getting in his face* Are ya callin' me a liar!?

H.A Biker No.1: *getting in his face too* Well, i ain't callin' ya a 'truther'!

The two immediately started a fist fight with each other, rolling on the floor and knocking over some of the samples on the table. One of the Guards ran over to stop them from fighting, leaving just one Guard left. ChamAlien crawls over the pile and slowly slinks down behind the Guard, he pulls out a brick of C4 and sticks it to the backside of the drug crate. He activates it but it starts to beep loudly as it counts down from three minutes.

Guard No.3: What's that?

ChamAlien: *thinking* Fuck! Don't these things come with a silent mode!?

ChamAlien then jumps back on the ceiling to escape before the Guards catch him or find the C4 but the bag around his shoulder hangs down and catches on one of the shelves, causing him to fall to the floor and become visible again.

ChamAlien: Ooft! Ugh, I was never great at stealth missions in video games anyway...

All the Bikers surround him, shouting and freaking out over the talking 6ft tall lizard, pointing their guns and random makeshift weapons lying about.

H.A Biker No.1: The fuck is that thing!?

H.A Biker No.2: I dunno, but it'll make some nice boots.

Guard No.2: What are ya all doing standing around, kill it!

The Guard points his gun at ChamAlien's head but before he could pull the trigger, ChamAlien extends a spike from the tip of his tail and stabs it through his forehead. Before his body even hit the floor, all hell broke loose. Bikers fire wildly, hitting various pieces of expensive equipment while ChamAlien dodges for his life, using his flexible body as an advantage. He would jump from the floor to the ceiling, from shelf to shelf and even from person to person. Using a few as meat-shields to soak up fire before jumping on the shooter's shoulders.

H.A Biker No.3: *girly scream* It's on me!

ChamAlien quickly silenced him with his tail spike stabbing through his neck before tossing his body at a few others aiming their guns at him. The chaos doesn't go unnoticed however, Snob, after simping for Angela, heard the noise and gunfire coming from the trapdoor.

Snob: What the hell is going on down there? *to Angela* E-excuse me for a moment, M'Lady.

Angela Dust: *trying to not throw up* Seriously, take all the time you need... Really... *gags*

As Snob reaches for the trap door, it suddenly bursts open, hitting him in the face as ChamAlien runs out and a few Bikers follow. A Biker helps Snob to his feet as he gets a good look at ChamAlien.

Snob: The hell is that!?

ChamAlien: Okay, I'm gonna need reinforcements.

ChamAlien let out a loud whistle and on que, the garage door was blown up by Cherri's bomb. The Girls and the Blue Angels pour in ready to fight.

Niffty: *holding her needle sword above her head* BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! *maniacal laughing*

Niffty was the first to charge in and instantly decapitates a Biker before continuing her massacre. Cherri ran in with a spiked bat and started swinging, killing and knocking out teeth with each swing. Angela pulls out Thompson from her cleavage and smiles.

Angela Dust: Oh, i've been itchin' to use this all day!

She starts spraying into the crowd, filling each of them with more holes than they started with. The Blue Angels joined in, firing at the Hells Angels as the dove for cover. Back and forth bullets and blood fly as the room turns into a firefight. As this was happening, Snob was crawling on his hands and knees, trying to get to the basement while avoiding gunfire.

Snob: *muttering to himself* Gotta get the drugs or Steven'll kill me. Gotta get the drugs or Steven'll kill me. Gotta get the drugs or Steven'll kill me.

He reaches the trap door and tumbles down the stairs before skittering to the create full of heroin. He hugs it, thankful it's untouched unlike the rest of his now wrecked drug lab. Until he hears a faint beeping. He goes around the back to inspect it only to see a brick of C4 counting down with less than a minute remaining on the timer. He then fills his underwear with a brick of his own.

Snob then immediately turns around and races back out the drug den faster than he ever did in his life. Pushing past everyone and hopping onto the first bike closest to him. He was about to make his escape but one of the Hells Angels Bikers stopped him.

H.A Biker No.4: Hey Boss, where are ya goin'!? We're gettin' slaughtered here, we need back up!

Snob: Oh, I was just, uhh, about to do that. And go get back up. Far, far away from here. See ya!

Snob then speeds off without any further words, through the hole where his garage door used to be. ChamAlien noticed Snob fleeing and loudly whistled to get everyone's attention.

ChamAlien: The target's on the move, mission successful! Let's go before this place goes up in flames!

The Girls and the Blue Angels all stop fighting, and chase Snob on their bikes as ChamAlien turns back to (Y/N). As the Blue Angels leave, the Hells Angels all stand around wondering why Snob abandoned them and what the Lizard was talking about. One biker put two and two together and figured it out as the timer hit zero.

H.A Biker No.4: Oh... Shi-!

The C4 detonated as the explosion mixed with the chemical's in the lab causing the whole building to be engulfed in a massive fireball, killing the Biker's inside, sending bricks flying and setting off all car alarms in a mile radius. As the Blue Angels were chasing Snob down, they looked back at (Y/N)'s handy work, amazed by the huge cloud of smoke as police and firefighters rushed to the scene.

Cherri Bomb:

Scene cut to Snob's P.O.V. He pulls out his phone, fumbling with it while trying to call Steven about the bad news.

Steven: *over the phone* Ah, Snob! I'm guessing ya finished early and ya got ma drugs ready?

Snob: Uhh... Not exactly...

Steven: What do ya mean?

Snob: Weeellllll... The drug lab got blown up.

Steven: What!? How do ya fuck up and blow it tae Kingdom come!?

Snob: It wasn't our fault! Some purple lizard man came in with the Blue Angels and blew it up!

Steven: So... Ya tellin' me... That the Blue Angels have partnered up with Barny the dinosaur... Are ya tryin' tae piss me aff or are ya injecting yerself with ma drugs!?

Snob: I'm telling the truth! He had this hourglass looking thing on his chest and-!

Steven: Wait! He had an hourglass looking thing on him?

Snob: Yeah. Why are you asking about that?

Steven: Because that sounds alot like that American kid with the Alien watch. I think they call him (Y/N) 10.

Snob: The one that took down Animo and Rojo? What's he doing here?

Steven: Probably here after us if he blew up the lab. Just lead him tae our usual spot, I've got an idea for our wee Hero pal. *chuckle darkly before hanging up*

To Be Continued ..

*Outro*

https://youtu.be/yzVQkO92wNw

(Hope you enjoy my sexy readers)

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(A/N: This is Max Alexander speaking, thank you all for being so patient with me and I'm sorry this took this long to post, but with my busy work life and personal life it was hard to find free time to write. I promise to do better in the future and I'm excited to continue this story due to personal reasons that I'll explain later. See you all again in Take Your Girlfriend To Work Day Part 2!)