Part 2

“Get out of my room!”
“We share the same room, Smart one!”
“Not for long!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You can’t share a room with a cadaver!” Cue the shrieks, screams, and curses.
Levi growled and pulled the pillow of off his face. He stalked to the doorway across from his and flung open the door. A boot struck him on the nose and bounced off. Sera and Paige, oblivious to his sudden appearance, continued swearing and chucking various objects at each other. He walked to the center of the room and caught the tennis ball Paige just threw.
“Stop this. We’ve been here almost a week and you’re still both acting like little kids,” he tossed the ball into a discarded suitcase.
“I am no child,” Paige retorted, flipping her hair.
“You’re younger than I am!!” Sera bristled. Paige threw a pillow at her. Sera threw it back. Levi opened his mouth as a piercing whistle was heard. The girls winced and glared at him, having heard his whistle a few times before. He blinked.
“Wasn’t me-”
“SURPRISE INSPECTION!” a Scottish voice barked.
“What?!” Paige yelped.
“Told you it wasn’t me.” Levi surveyed the room. It bore a close resemblance to New Orleans. Sera blanched and started stuffing everything into the closet as Paige helped. Levi watched with casual boredom. His room was neat. He had already stuffed everything into his closet.
He looked at the woman who had just come to the door. Spiky bleached hair cut two inches from her head. Check. Tall, about 6 feet. Check. Army clothes. Check and check.
“Now. Lesse here. Three persons but on’ly two beds. Whose room is this?”
“Ours,” Sera said. “Mine and Paige’s.”
“Who’re you?” The woman demanded, stomping over.
“..Sera,” she replied, giving her stare for stare.
“Hullo then Sera. And who is Paige?” She looked at Levi. “You?”
“No, that’s Levi. This is Paige-“ Sera said.
“She can bloody speak fer herself unless she’s a mute thank you!!” The woman bellowed.
“I’m Paige,” Paige saluted her.
“Right then. And this is..?”
“Levi. My room’s across the hall.” He actually had to look up a couple of inches to meet her eyes.
“Well you best be getting back then shouldn’t you?”
“No, I’ll stay. This is entertaining.”
“Alrigh’ then darling!” the woman made a strange and loud noise. Levi had to think for a minute before he realized that this was her laugh. “Now,” she sobered. “This room’s a bloody mess. What’ve you done to the poor thing? Nay, don’t answer! Now. You clean this room up sharp Lassies or Sturgeon will not be pleased!”
“Who’s Sturgeon?”
“I am Sturgeon!” she stood straighter and saluted Paige.
“Isn’t sturgeon a fish?” Paige asked innocently.
“I am not a fish!! I am Ms. Sturgeon! You will call me Ms. Sturgeon! Now get this room clean or I shall not be pleased no sir!” She stormed out.
“You don’t have to call me ‘Sir’,” Levi heard Paige mutter.
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Levi sprawled on the roof and lazily watched the clouds. He heard something and saw Paige climbing on.
“Private property. Invitation only,” he began.
“Oh please. I’m not bothering you. I came to get away from Ms Perfect.”
“I never said I was perfect!” Sera stood on the railing of the balcony and climbed on the roof as well, laying next to them on the sloped incline. Levi saw Paige slip her shades on and rolled his eyes inwardly. Does she every go anywhere without those things? Like she’s going to sunburn her eyeballs.
“Okay!” Sera and Levi turned to look at the standing girl. Paige continued, “I have the solution!”
“To what?” Levi blinked.
“To the room thing duh!”
“Right.”
“…Well don’t you want to hear it?”
“I’m going to wet my panties from suspense now just spit it out already!” Sera said.
“You guys don’t appreciate me.” She crossed her arms huffily.
“We appreciate you tons now tell.” Sera kneaded her forehead with her knuckles, driving off the headache she got from dealing with Paige on a daily basis.
“Okay! How about this: Sera sleeps in our room and I sleep in Levi’s room! Okay? Okay! We’ll see how tomorrow goes but for tonight that’s how it’s gonna be. I’ll get my stuff that I’ll need for tonight, later!” She turned and was about to jump off of the roof onto the balcony just outside Levi’s room but she tripped and fell. The other two rushed to the edge and peered over to see Paige stand up again and run inside.
“Hey!” Levi called after her. “Don’t I get a say in this? It’s my room!”
“No way. Since when do guys get a say in anything?” Sera replied, winking. She slipped gracefully off the roof and looked back up at him.
“Then where am I going to sleep? Obviously not in my bed since it’s been taken over by a 90210 chick.”
“Try where you are right now, Leev.” She walked inside to claim her room.
Levi slumped back on the roof, scowling. After a careful 60 seconds worth of planning he decided that before lights out he would go inside, pick Paige up, dump her onto his couch, and slide between his covers to go to sleep. He also resolved to put something soft and squishy in their beds the next night. Revenge is sweeter than Irish chocolate and doesn't have that weird aftertaste.

Part 1

“You MUST be kidding!” Paige looked up from reading the first few sentences of the official sheaf of papers.“
Just pack your stuff and get outside. We’re leaving in ten minutes, with or without you,” the dark-haired man replied, rolling darker eyes. He turned and walked out the open door. Paige squeaked and started jamming some clothes in a duffel bag. She ran to the bathroom, slipping in her socked feet, and returned with an armful of cosmetics. She proceeded to stuff the bag like a Thanksgiving turkey only not so merciful. She threw in various items including some sunglasses, a notebook, and some other personal items before cramming a backpack full of a strange assortment of objects. She slipped into her boots and grabbed the bags before running out the door.
She returned a moment later, remembering, “Money, ticket, passport!” She rummaged in a drawer and dashed out, something small and white fluttering to the ground in her wake.
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Sera tapped her converse-clad foot on the carpetted floor in impatience. She sipped her martini and tried to pay attention to what the boring officer was saying.
“..aware at all times for your target. If you read section A-5708 it stated your main goal. This is not a game. Someone’s life is in your hands. Do not fail. The CIA will be watching you from here-“
“What? From a limousine?” the dark-haired guy asked. He was answered with a glare.
“We will be watching you from HQ. And as this is so tedious that you feel you need to provide your own amusement, Pierce, I will inflict my instructions upon you three no longer,” he promptly took out the newspaper and began to read, ignoring the passengers seated across from him.
The other girl seated next to Sera tucked some pink-tipped hair behind her ears looked out the tinted window. Sera looked her over deductively. Platinum blonde hair with bright pink tips? Oh please. Eyes hidden by black shades hints possible insecurity. Trying to figure out her partner’s personality by her looks was getting boring. Sera downed the last of her martini and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing her lipgloss. Oops. She flipped open a compact and reapplied Peach Passion. She looked up to meet General Stag’s glare. She crossed her eyes in reply and grinned when his face turned the color that rivaled a beetroot.
“Now look here Missy, your mind is supposed to be on your job not your appearance and blah blab blah blabbity blah blah..” Drone on King of Tedium. Sera pasted on a blank face that looked mildly interested while inwardly cursing him in three languages. She poured herself another martini.
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Levi sketched on a piece of paper on the customary pull-out table flight table attached to the seat in front of him. He shook his dark hair out of his eyes and tried to ignore his discomfort and instead focus on his illustration. One seat to his right, the female-Rip-van-Winkle-wannabe-with-shades had been out like a light since they got to their seats. The General something-that-starts-with-S across the aisle was reading the New York Times. Again. Levi raised his brows. How many times can one sad adult read the stupid newspaper? It’s not like the news has changed in the last two-plus hours. He looked down and made a quick stroke of his pen to complete his portrait. It showed a big picture of nothing. Being in a cramped space in coach class with a crappy movie playing does not provide the best inspiration. Quite the contrary. He stretched as best he could in the confined space and looked to his left where the curvy honey-blonde was engaged in an argument with the flight attendant.
“…look, it’s not that big of a deal!”
“Alright, Miss,” the young woman replied, all smiles while her eyes glared daggers. She changed the subject, “Can I get you anything?”
“Another pillow, if you can call it that,” she dug her fingernails into the tiny thing. “It looks like a Maxi pad.”
The flight attendant tucked another maxi-pad behind Sera’s head, smiled, and waited. When the thank you did not come, she pivoted on her heel and strutted away. Levi watched as Sera shoved on some headphones and cranked up the volume on her cd player. He could hear the alternative music. He flipped over his paper and sketched a flight attendant coming to take revenge on an unsuspecting passenger by means of a flaming knife.
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Paige stretched sleepily, “Mmf where’re we?” she slurred. She looked around the airport terminal through half-closed eyelids. She covered her mouth in a yawn. “’Scuze me..” The obscenely cheery voice over the intercom finished her report, “…thank you again for flying Lufthansa Airlines and welcome to Dublin, Ireland..” Paige’s eyes snapped open, “WHAT THE FROG WE’RE IN LEPRACHAUN-LAND?!”