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[ the chad ]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬. You were naked, dangling from the broken window where Eric Knox had just shot you. 

You felt your organs float and swirl in your stomach when the fabric ripped in half, your body falling to the dirt. You rolled down the hill, shouting from the pain before you landed on the green grass of someone's backyard.

You slowly stood up, looking at your surroundings. You were in the backyard of one of the houses below Knox's glass home. Heaving a wounded breath, you took hold of an inflated pool ring, stumbling over to the glass sliding door where you saw two boys, around the age of nine or ten, playing a video game. You knocked on the door, and the pair slowly turned their gaze to you. "A little help?" you asked, seeing their heads whip around to each other before gulping and nodding.

Alex, Dylan, and Natalie looked up at the sound of an electric bicycle, and their eyes widened in surprise as they found you on it, sporting an oversized tee and baggy gym short. The scowl you wore was deadly as you stopped the bike. "Don't ask," you said.

"Where's Knox? Is he okay?" Alex asked instead, and you scoffed, shaking your head as you made your way to the angels.

"Oh, he's great. He's the bad guy," you replied, smiling ruefully. The three shared a glance as you walked towards the building. "The kidnapping was a setup. He's behind the whole thing," you explained.

"What? Why?" Natalie questioned, eyes wide with confusion.

"He wasn't exactly forthcoming when he shot me out the window-."

Your explanation was cut off as a sudden explosion erupted from the building. The impact caused you and the angels to be thrown back, and you found yourself in the unlucky position to be blown against a car, the glass breaking behind your back. Your ears rung as you slowly lifted your head, staring at the once beautiful office, now burning with flames.

"Oh my God, Bosley!" Nat shouted.

"He's safe," you breathed, running a hand through your hair. "Knox already has him." 

You all stood, gathering your breaths with deep intakes of air, before Alex squinted her brows in question. "Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. Bosley is with the man who just tried to kill us. How does that make him safe?" she inquired.

"Because he won't kill Bosley until he kills Charlie," you snapped, sighing.

"Kills Charlie?" Alex mumbled.

"Oh, Jesus," Dylan whispered.

"Look, I don't know what his plan is, but I know that we can stop him," you encouraged.

You and the angels searched through the wreckage, and your thoughts were running wild in your head, before Dylan wondered as she glanced at you. "If Knox thinks we're dead, why would he blow up the agency? What does he want with Charlie?"

"All we know is that he wanted us to break into Red Star," Alex stated, looking at her. 

You glanced at Natalie, who was standing close to your side, a thoughtful look across her pretty features before she spoke up, "Knox wanted us to access the mainframe not to get back his software, but to gain control over their global positioning satellites," she exclaimed, looking at you, earning a proud smile. She grinned with elation, the pair of you linking arms.

"And with his software, he can match Charlie's voice over the phone," Alex continued.

"And use Red Star satellites to track him," you ended, shaking your head with realization.

"But why would Knox go to so much trouble to find Charlie?" Dylan queried.

You suddenly recalled when Knox was showing you the picture of his father and his alleged best friend who had killed him. You searched your memory, desperate to remember any small details about the old picture. You focused on the man, the ex-best friend, before you recalled his name tag: Townsend. "Knox thinks Charlie killed his father."

"So, if Knox can intercept Charlie's call-." Natalie started.

"He can pinpoint his exact location," Alex ended.

"Yeah, but Knox has to get Charlie on the phone before he can start the trace," Dylan added, walking over to stand with them.

"But the only person Charlie calls directly is-. "

"Bosley," you said, sighing with frustration.

"Any sign of Bosley's laptop?" Dylan asked, walking over to you as you shook your head in response.

"We should check Knox's place," Alex suggested, causing you and the girls to move out.

"Okay, I'll drive," Natalie piped.

"ANGELS! " You spun around, looking at the cluttered ruins in bewilderment. "Angels, angels help me!"

"Bosley?" you asked with uncertainty, receiving another terrified scream, causing you and the girls to the run to the burning office.

"If you can follow the sound of my voice, and draw some triangles or something, then get to this location and save me! " he pleaded.

You shoved a piece of stone off the source of the voice, finding a small, black speaker as Dylan questioned if we could trace him. "Even if we had our equipment, he'd have to be within 20 miles," Alex hissed.

"The place where they got me looks like Cher's bedroom. And it stinks." Bosley said, and for a moment, you were ready to chuckle at his joking behavior. The sound of sirens made you to lift your heads before turning back to the speaker.

"Come on Bosley, tell us where you are," Natalie begged.

"It smells actually, like the ocean. And if I look out the window, I see the ocean.

"He could be anywhere this half of North America," Dylan fumed.

"Jack, tell them where I am."

Suddenly, a bird whistling echoed through the speaker, and you snickered, the girls looking up at you in confusion. "Of course, Bosley makes friends with a Sitta Pygmaea." 

Natalie chuckled with you, completely understanding, until she went over what you had just joked about.  She started the imitate the call, Alex and Dylan looking at her with worried gazes of confusion. "It's a Sitta Pygmaea! What Y/N said," Natalie answered the silent question. "A pygmy nuthatch! They only live in one place!"

The two girls lifted their hands, urging her to continue. "Carmel!" you finished.

"I can't tell you anything else, except this feel like it could be the first day of the last of my life, you know what I mean? Or the last day of the first of my life, or something. I think I'm in trouble."

Natalie drove down the road, her red car glistening under the fluorescent lights of the highway tube. Dylan sat in front with the blonde, whilst you and Alex occupied the back seats. "I have a lighthouse, two hotels, seven manor houses, one owned by the National Parks Service, one owned by Nick Xero Corporation-."

"Wait a minute! Is "Zero" smelled with "X" or a "Z"?" you interrupted Alex.

"X," she answered.

"It's an anagram. Rearrange the letters, it's "Eric Knox"!" you concluded.

"Scrabble freak!" Dylan praised.

"There's an old tunnel leading down to the shore. It looks like the best place to get in undetected is a sea approach. We're gonna need a boat," Alex informed.

"And a cover. We can't exactly pull up in the speedboat," Natalie spoke up. 

Dylan looked out the window, before smiling. "Head to the marina," she instructed. The blonde nodded, spinning the car around and driving the opposite way.

You found yourself leaning on the railing of a red boat, with one of Dylan's old one night stands driving. 'Brandy' by Looking Glass was playing and Chad, the driver, was singing along to it, Dylan absentmindedly copying. As they hit the ending high note, you and the girls looked down at the red-head, eyebrows raised.

"Don't look at me like that. Especially not you, Y/N. Who slept with the enemy?" Dylan jeered, causing you to smack her head away as she laughed at your childish behavior.

A few hours passed, and you all were getting restless. "Hey Chad, does this thing go any faster?" Natalie asked. "We're kind of in a hurry, and I could open it up if you let me drive. I could drive, right?"

"I'm sorry, friend of Starfish." You snorted at the nickname, Alex hiding her snickers into your shoulder as he continued, "There's only one Captain of this love boat. That Captain is me... the Chad."

"The Chad," Natalie giggled, sharing a glance with Dylan. "Chad, Captain of the love boat."

"The Chad," he mumbled with a smile on his face.

"We're kind of in a hurry."

"I'm the Chad," he stated yet again.

"I have to say, Starfish, that I am honored to see that you've taken an interest in my work. And I think you're very pretty. And- Starfish?" Chad turned around, finding all of you sitting at the end of the boat, wearing scuba diving gear. "Starfish, where are you going?" Chad continued to ask the same question, but you paid no mind. "Was it the Chad?"

You all fell back into the ocean, our equipment secured. "No! The Chad was great!" Dylan reassured with a grin. She giggled, putting the breathing apparatus into her mouth before diving back into the water.

Soon, you were walking on the beach, unzipping your swim wear, and without a care in the world, naked. You then pulled on your clothes: a long sleeve with leather pants and boots, all in black. "I'll tap the signal from the roof," Alex started, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"I'm gonna go deal with Knox," you stated, cracking your knuckles with a smirk.

"We'll bring our Bosley back," Natalie said, pulling Dylan next to her. You all looked at each other with a nod before Alex held her fist out, the rest of you encasing it with your fingers. 

You ran off to the left of the island, with Alex going in the opposite, leaving Natalie and Dylan for the middle to enter the castle. As you crawled across the grass, you mumbled to yourself in a low hiss, "I don't know how to make chicken. Jerk!"