The Impossible Game ~~AVENGERS~~

~~CHAPTER FOUR~~OHANA MEANS FAMILY, AND FAMILY MEANS- WHO THE F**K ATE MY FOOD

"I want you to tell Sam that you have a new lead about the girls. Tell him that someone at Peter's operation let something slip and you found an apartment building. Room  four two 'o'."

Bonnie continued to give orders and handed Tyler a phone. The phone was his but slightly modified so JJ and Lou could listen in too. Bonnie let him talk on the phone after repeatedly stressing to stay calm and act normal.

While watching the phone call Bonnie sat on a kitchen chair with a stone cold expression. It was likely her ability to change characters and emotions that made her so deadly. A girl that grows up being someone no one else ever sees can be the person everyone wants to see. She may have been only 15 but that girl knew how to shift from innocent teenager to murderous assassin in under 10 seconds. No one knew where her mind was really at at any given moment and after years of selling the same act of 'innocent' teenager to everyone she  hardly knew either.

"Yeah Sam, an apartment in Brooklyn," Tyler continued regularly. "No, I'm ok. . . Yeah they were getting something delivered and a buddy let an address slip. No, no, no. We leave on Wednesday. They'll be least prepared and we can surprise them. Ok yeah talk to you later."

Tyler hung up the phone and Bonnie stopped examining a photo of him and his fiancé. She didn't necessarily feel bad as much as she just felt annoyed.

"Good job," she remarked. "That was. . . somewhat believable."

"Please-" he began. Bonnie lunged at him and grabbed his shirt collar so his eyes were staring directly at her.

"Are there any bugs in Peter's  hideout? And answer honestly." Bonnie demanded as her eyes switched to its supernatural green and purple.

"Just a few. I keep them in my work space and every time I'm there I have a wire." Tyler responded in a monotone voice.

"Thank you for your compliance,"Bonnie let go of him but their eyes were still locked. "You will forget that we ever had this conversation and you will forget I was ever here. You will never recognize me again, ok?"

He nodded in recognition and Bonnie smiled. Bonnie walked to the door and turned to look inside to make sure she didn't leave anything specific behind. She let herself disappear on the street. She kept walking down the other side of the block until she reached a dark blue BMW. The blonde climbed into the back seat and looked at JJ through the mirror.

"How'd it go?" JJ asked, glancing through the mirror.

"He won't be a bother anymore." Bonnie didn't make eye contact but watched the window.

"Good," JJ buckled her seatbelt and said. "Alright, seatbelts."

Bonnie didn't make any moves and instead she closed her eyes and leaned back.

"Bonnie," JJ warned.

"I don't need seen-seatbelts. Seatbelts are for the weak." Bonnie's eyes remained closed as she spoke and she couldn't see Lou's reaction. "I'll use my hands."

JJ pressed down on the gas and after she was far enough away she slammed the breaks. Bonnie's head flew forward into the center console. JJ laughed and Lou smiled at the scene.

"Fine seatbelt," Bonnie rolled her eyes. JJ smirked and they continued driving. Soon after the girls get a call from Che. Lou turns the music down and Warrant's 'Cherry Pie' fades to a low buzz.

"Whats up Ace?" JJ questions holding the phone out with one hand.

"We have a problem?" Che's voice sounded rushed as she worked to get the words out. "Morgan wasn't the only spy."