06| PUNKS

[ Chapter Six ]

❝Finally something the two of us can agree on.❞

[Dancing Queen]

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"We're going to England?" Myra asked, as she sat on the steps, a plate with a croissant sitting next to her.

"Yeah, so finish your croissant so you can help us." Sara looked pointedly at Myra's food.

Myra rolled her eyes, "Maybe you can have Constantine run point on this one since he is from there."

Sara gave Myra a glare, "Absolutely not."

"Absolutely not to what?" Constantine asked as he walked in.

Myra gave him a tight-lipped smile, "Nothing."

Zari and Ray walk in and Sara comments, "And then there were six."

"Shorter bathroom lines." Zari adds.

"Yeah that's a huge plus." Myra nods, finishing off her croissant and standing up to join them.

"Yeah, but no one to watch Patrick Swayze movies with." Ray said sadly.

"Nate will be back soon. In the meantime we need to go back before the monarchy goes anarchy." Sara said.

"Never thought I'd get to meet the Queen." John commented.

"Not going to happen. Too risky and besides, she's not the one setting off Ray's magic-o-meter." Sara said, standing up and going to stand beside Myra who was peering at the screen, "The Queen's favorite new band is-The Smell."

"The Smell?" John asked, "Never heard of them and I know of every rubbish punk band there is in London." John commented.

Myra tilted her head in confusion, "Let me guess. They didn't exist."

"Yep. They didn't exist in this timeline." Sara nodded, "Gideon?"

"The Queen's cheeky jig launched The Smell's rise to stardom. They were known as much for their music as for a series of improbable anti-establishment pranks." Gideon explained.

"All with a magical signature." Ray added.

"Okay, so we're looking for someone in the band." Zari said.

"Oh we could be dealing with demonic possession, mind control, illusion, or maybe just run-of-the-mill royal dementia." John said and then paused to look at the screen, "Hold on a minute. There's your magic man right there."

Myra leaned over Sara to look at who John was pointing at.

"Obsessed with riches, given to mischief. That Irishman right there is a leprechaun." John finished.

Myra snorted at that, "You can't be serious?"

"S-sorry. Are you being serious or racist?" Zari asked.

"Both, love." John answered.

"Why is the weasel running the show?" Mick asked.

"If you've got a problem with me, pie-head, why don't you just say?" John asked.

"I got a problem with you." Mick agreed.

"I'm running it and I say we need to get close to that band, which shouldn't be a problem because everyone left on this ship is a punk." Sara told them.

"Except for haircut." Mick broke in, "He hasn't broken a rule in his life."

"Yep. Not a single rule." Zari smiled at Ray.

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"I'm not going to lie. I'm really loving this look." Myra twirled around in her punk clothes before the group got into a car that they had borrowed.

She was dressed in a high waisted red striped skirt with a pair of fishnet stockings and red combat boots. Her shirt was white and she had a leather jacket with a bedazzled skull and crossbones on the back. A belt with chains was around her waist and her hair was teased around her face. She hadn't brought her sword on this mission because it would have looked too out of place but a dagger was tucked into each boot just in case.

Ray drove the bus to where the band, The Smell was said to be performing.

"The Hole. Cradle of punk rock and the stickiest floor in the British Isles." John announced as they pulled into the parking lot.

"Sounds lovely." Ray grimaced, "You kids have fun. I'll have a bottle of hand sanitizer when you come back."

They all got out of the car and headed inside where the music was blaring.

"Ah you got to love that sound." John said and Myra grinned at him.

"Finally something the two of us can agree on." Myra bounced up and down to the music.

Zari yelled at them, "Sorry, I can't hear you two over the terrible music."

"Z!" Myra glared at her friend.

The music suddenly stopped and the lead singer said, "We're the Smell and you're a bunch of mingers. And we'll be back when we feel like it."

"Alright guys. Here's our chance. Someone's got to slip backstage and get in with the band." Sara told them.

"Yeah leave that to me. I used to play here with Mucous Membrane. I know my way around. And besides you're all bloody Yanks." John told them.

"Wow. Thanks a lot." Myra glared at him, "Wait. You sing?"

John shot her a wink and Myra couldn't help her small blush.

John made to move backstage but Mick grabbed his jacket, "Not you."

"Why not?" Sara asked.

"I don't like him." Mick glared.

"Neither do I, 95% of the time." Myra broke in, recovering from his wink, "But as much as I hate to admit it, he probably is the best person for the job."

"Always perfidious Albion, isn't it? Never trust a Brit." John broke in.

"Something like that." Mick said.

"Guys, we don't have time for this." Zari said.

"Somehow Mr. Rory here hasn't realized that if he's going to play with fire, he's going to get burned." John said then whispered an incantation that shot fire at Mick's feet.

"No don't." Sara exclaimed as John walked off but Mick grabbed him and hit him over the head with a bottle.

"John!" Myra rushed forward and grabbed him just as someone yelled out, "FIGHT!"

Everyone started fighting except the Legends who all just stood there in annoyance and shock. Myra grabbed John's arm and hoisted it around her shoulders.

"John are you okay?" She asked.

"Fine, love." John nodded but winced.

"Come on, let's go get Ray." Sara approached them.

The group ran outside but the van and Ray were gone.

"Great." Myra complained, John's arm still around her shoulders, she pressed her comn, "Ray. Ray, where are you?"

But there was no response.

"Alright we need a new plan." Sara said.

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Once they were back on the Waverider, Ray finally contacted them, "Alright Sara. I found their hideout. Heading back to the Waverider."

"No Ray, you are our guy on the inside." Sara announced.

"Look. Loud music makes my nose bleed. I am not a punk." Ray complained.

"Well, you are now." Sara told him, "You stay with the band."

"Ray. Ray, are you there?" John pressed his comn.

"Ow. You're pressing the button too hard." Ray complained from the other end.

"Oh right, yeah. It's my first time. Listen mate. There's an old trick for unmasking Leprechauns." John said.

Myra hissed at him, "Are we still on that? I don't think he's a leprechaun."

John shushed her and continued, "You spill a bunch of grain in front of them on the floor and they're compelled to count every kernel."

"Really? That sounds bizarre. That's not true. Is that true?" Ray asked.

"That's a stupid plan." Mick complained.

"Okay, I am not getting in the middle of an argument for fear of getting something smashed on my head." Myra said, "So, if you need me, Sara. I'll be getting a coffee because it sounds like we're not going to be out of this one for awhile."

Myra stalked off but no sooner had she gotten to the kitchen, then, Sara's voice crackled on her comn, "Sorry, Myra. I need you to follow John."

Myra rolled her eyes but answered, "What happened?"

"Mick scared him off." Sara explained, "Just make sure he doesn't get into trouble." She heard Sara sigh, "And please don't be the one to get him into trouble. Zari's on it as well."

Myra sighed, "Alright. But I'm bringing my coffee."

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Word Count: 1318

Hey guys! So, I don't have a set updating schedule for this book because I'm indecisive but here you go!

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What did you guys think? What about her loving punk haha? Or her relationship with John?

I love you all and will see you soon with chapter 7.

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8. 19. 20