ZF pulled up the pimped-out ice cream truck dubbed "The Adminmobile," next to a tree in the middle of a park. "Where are we?" Brad asked.
ZF started to say, "We're in the city of-", but Soma cut him off to say, "Classified. Trust me, its better you DON'T know. Besides, it makes us seem more...mysterious..."
Brad shrugged, and continued to follow ZF. ZF pulled a pair of keys from his pocket, and unlocked a not that hard to notice lock on the tree. After unlocking the tree, ZF put his finger on a fingerprint scanner. After the scan, he put his eye next to a retina scanner. After that scan, he cut off a piece of hair and put it in as a follice sample. After this, ZF licked a panel to analyze his saliva.
Finally, a robotic voice said, "Voice Scan." ZF cleared his throat, and said, "Zeke Freeman."
Several beeps and mechanical sounds made Brad assume the voice scanner was checking to make sure it was ZF. "Accepted." The door inside the tree opened, and Soma, ZF, and Brad went in.
Soma sat in a chair, and strapped herself in. ZF did the same. Brad sat down, confused. "Why are we sitting?" he asked.
A voice on the intercom obnoxiously yelled, "Alright you bastards, strap yourself in, and keep your hands inside of the ride. We aren't responsible if you lose any limbs."
"I suggest you strap in." Soma said. Brad shrugged, and strapped himself in. After this, a countdown followed. "3...2...1...Have a nice day!"
The room took a fast DROP down the the underground HQ. Brad was yelling and screaming as the ride made his hair, face...pretty much everything go up. ZF and Soma sat quietly as if it was boring. The ride violently shook on its way down, smoke and mist was spraying all over the place, Brad's head banged back and forth on the head rest. All the while, elevator music was playing overhead.
"Man I hate this song!" Soma yelled to ZF.
"I know!" ZF yelled back. "Wanna make out?" he asked more quietly.
"What?!" Soma asked.
"Do you wanna make out?!" ZF asked louder this time.
"That's unprofessional!" Soma yelled back.
ZF sighed, sniffed a little, and said, "Ok..."
As the ride slowed down, Brad began hyperventilating. ZF unstrapped himself and Brad, and picked up Brad.
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The threesome entered a tunnel, onto a boat with dwarves and cats singing. As the three walked out, they were greeted by a talking cactus. "Gracias for the ride, Senor Freeman. Hola, recruit, me llamo es McPedro."
Brad was still hyperventilating, and McPedro laughed. "Our new amigo es a whimp! T_L should fix him up, no?"
ZF laughed, saying, "Yeah. Hope he won't go too hard on him." The three continued, and entered the decontamination room.
Brad walked in the room, and was stripped of his clothing. He snapped back to his senses, and realized he was in a base of some sort...and naked. He was embarressed, and tried to get out. However, people in hazmat suits tackled him, shaving him and putting geiger counter next to him. Brad tried to get away, but the struggle was useless. When the team was finished, the shower turned on. Before he could ask anything, he was walloped by soap, then more water.
After another treatment of decontamination, Brad was given a towel and clothes by a medic of some sort. "Thanks for a towel for the new guy, Laclipsey." ZF said.
Laclipsey nodded, saying, "No problem." He scratched his chin, asking, "Who recruited him?"
"Simian and Cajun," ZF said. "They say he's good."
"Well, I suppose that's up to the leader, huh?" Laclipsey said.
"Who's the leader?" Brad asked. However, no one answered. No one even seemed to notice. Brad shrugged it off, and kept following ZF and Soma.
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"HEY! YOU MISSED A SPOT!" A long-haired guy yelled at a janitor. The janitor, who had a nametag that simply said Nathan, whimpered, and said, "OK Geo..."
"WHAT?!" Geo exclaimed. "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME SO INFORMAL! IT'S MR. VICE PRESIDENT GEO TO YOU, MAGGOT! NOW CALL ME THAT!"
Nathan began to cry, and said, "Yes sir, Mr. Vice President Geo!"
Geo proceeded to slap Nathan with goat meat, saying, "BE FERTILE NOW, NATHAN! GO FORTH AND MULTIPLY! AND STRAIGHTEN THAT PICTURE!
Brad was quite terrified by Nathan's mistreatment, and asked, "Is everyone treated like that by him?"
"No," Soma said. "Only Nathan, but that's because the leader tells him to. No one's especially nice to him, except Belbell. She does it so he can be her personal servant, in exchange for compliments and her dating him."
Brad shook his head. "Whose the leader?" he asked Soma. Again, she said nothing. Brad scratched his head.
"How come no one is answering me?" he asked himself. He looked on the walls, which were covered with pictures of a woman with important people: The President, Arnold Schwartzeneger, Steven Tyler, a puppy, and most importantly, Chuck Norris.
"Wow," he thought,
"This lady looks pretty important...not too bad looking either...wonder who she is."**********************************************
The team turned around the corner, and met another MB, in uniform. "So, who's this?"
"Brad Harper, the new guy." ZF said.
"Alright then!" Rose said, smiling. She put on gloves, and put him on the wall. "Spread 'em!" she told Brad, who was not sure if he was enjoying this or not.
"Uhh...Rose, I don't think that he has any weapons." Soma said.
"So? He's real muscular...I like that..."
Soma sighed, pulling Rose off of Brad, and slapping her sister in the face. "Sorry..." quietly said.
"Sit in the corner," Soma told he Rose, pointing to a corner. Rose compliently went to the corner.
Brad, who was quite literally freaked out by this whole experience, continued. More pictures, this time of victories against communists, tyrants, and all-around meanie heads.
"Wow, this chick's good..." Brad thought to himeself.
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"Well Brad," ZF started, "This is goodbye, for now at least. You're meeting with Simian and Cajun, you'll know when you see them."
"Thanks ZF, and Soma too." He started away, and asked, "Hey ZF, who's the leader?"
ZF and Soma were already gone, and thus Brad's question remained unanswered. He sighed, and continued. He walked by a door, with several people surrounded around a glass window. There were two men looking a Connect Four Game, heated in contest
Brad stood by to watch. One dropped one in a slot. The crowd around the glass oohed and ahhed, as the other man scracthed his head. The second man picked up his chip, and dropped it into the slot. The crowd cheered as the second man won. The first shook the second man's hand, and they walked out.
Brad shoved through the crowd, and made it to the two Connect Four players. "Good day, gentlemen." Brad said.
"Hey Cajun," the first man said, "Its Brad!"
"The Brit?" the second man asked. "Welcome to MB HQ! How do ya like it?"
Brad thought back. "It's been...strange to say the least...and actually I have some complaints. Who's you're leader?"
"Actually," Cajun started, "We were gonna take you to the leader."
"Really?" Brad asked.
"Yeah," Simian said. "She's been waiting to see you. So lets go, its not good to keep the leader waiting."
Brad nodded, and followed the two.
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