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"Kimora is on the roof!" Yelled Lance after taking out several yakuza members.
"Ok," began Walter as he pulled the pigeon serum out of his backpack. "Here catch!"
Walter tossed Lance the serum, and Lance being the cool guy he is, caught it without even trying.
"Thanks babe," Lance smirked making Walter blush.
The two spies were currently on a mission to recapture an escaped Katsu Kimora. The gang leader had plans to pull the sun closer to Earth to get a quicker tan which of course was very stupid and lethal to literally all humanity. Fortunately, Walter and Lance were hot on his tail.
Lance drank the serum and turned into a pigeon. "You finish off down here and kill em' with kindness!" He then flew off to the roof leaving Walter to defend himself with his wide array of non-lethal weapons.
On the roof, Kimora was screeching at his yakuza members. "Hurry up! We have to grab the sun before it sets! I have to look tan for that party with Beyonce later tonight! I will not be made a fool!"
The yakuza members, panicked by the boss's demands, quickly scrambled over to a machine. They mashed several buttons and targeted the yellow orb in the sky. Not having a mind of their own, they set the machine to grab the sun. Kimora smiled greedily, happy that he was going to look good for Beyonce's party tonight.
"No one can stop me!" He chuckled to himself.
"Ahem," Lance cleared his throat.
Kimora spun around quickly only to be face to face with his arch-nemesis, Lance Sterling.
"Sterling!"
Lance pulled out the "un-birding" bow that returned him back to human form and placed it on his chest. "Now," he took a step forward. "How stupid or high do you have to be, to think that you can just grab the sun out of the sky? I mean you gotta be fish stupid to think that'll actually work. Also, keep in mind they have a three-second memory, a lot longer than yours."
With each step Lance took forward, Kimora took a step back. Nervously, he glanced back to his yakuza members for help, but they seemed too be entranced in the sun grabbing machine to assist him. He turned back to Sterling, panicked. He had to think fast. He needed a diversion, a way of escape. Kimora supposed he could always get a tan at the local tanning salon, but even he knew that finding a perfect fit booth would be hard for a big boy like him. However, there was not much that he could do now. He knew that a standoff with Lance Sterling never ended well for the bad guy.
"Alright," Lance began as he prepped one of Walter's non-lethal weapons. "Time to go sleepy night-night!"
"No!" Without thinking, Kimora reached into his pocket hoping to grab his gun. Unfortunately, he reached into the wrong pocket and pulled out a laser pointer instead.
"Haha, now what are you going do with that thing? Blind me?"
Kimora smiled eerily. "Exactly." He then shined the light right in Lance's eyes, momentarily staggering him. Kimora then turned around, pulled out a phone and called in a helicopter from his other yakuza members. He couldn't care less for those who were fumbling with the sun machine, Lance wouldn't be out for long and trying to save them would be a waste of his time.
The helicopter arrived immediately, this was Kimora's chance! He clumsily jumped onto the helicopter. "Wow, Sterling! You didn't even try to catch me! Looks your like your losing your abilities!"
Kimora turned to the member piloting the helicopter. "Now, take me to Beyonce!"
"But sir, we're in Japan and her party's all the way in Cincinnati-"
"Does it look like I care? FLY!" They then flew away.
Lance wasn't feeling too hot. Why couldn't he move? His body felt hot and cold all at the same time. The feeling was hitting him in waves. He was sweating profusely and his heart would not stop pounding. He felt sick to his stomach and knees like jelly. Why couldn't he move? Suddenly, in his vision, he saw red lights. They were blinding. He couldn't look away even though they hurt to look at. There was a voice, a familiar voice.
"Walter?" The name could barely escape from his lips.
No, it wasn't Walter. It was far deeper. Much darker. A lot grittier. The sound of this voice pierced Lance's ears. His whole body tensed with blood-curdling fear.
"K-Killian?"
"Lance." The voice said quietly.
"No..."
"Lance," the voice said a bit louder. This time it was much closer.
"Please," Lance whimpered.
"Lance!" The voice roared, it was as if it was right next to him.
"Stop!" Lance screamed, falling to his knees and burying his face in his hands.
"Lance? What's wrong?"
Suddenly the deep, gritty voice subsided turning into a far gentler one. It was Walter. Lance immediately looked up to see a concerned brown-haired boy.
"Lance, speak to me! What's wrong, what happened?" He dropped to his knees and began hugging the larger spy.
"Wh-Where's Kimora?" Lance barely mumbled."Where did he go?"
"Lance that's not important! What's important is you!" Walter held Lance's face in his hands. "Are you alright!"
Lance sat back and looked around. His head was pounding and his heart was still racing. "Y-yeah, I'm alright. I'm good."
Slowly he stood up, dusting the gravel off of his clothes. Not wanting to worry Walter, he quickly morphed back to his cool and controlled self. "Thanks, Walter. However, those four guys over there aren't going to be alright in the next five seconds."
The remaining yakuza members looked at Sterling, then to themselves, then back to Sterling. Thinking the same thing, they all just jumped off the roof to their demise leaving Lance and Walter wide-eyed.
"Oh my goodness," Walter said slack-jawed.
"Well," Lance clasped his hands together. "I think they just committed seppuku."
"That was dar-" but before Walter could finish, Lance planted his lips onto his own. The smaller spy melted into his lover's chest, wrapping his arms around his neck. Walter then slowly broke the passionate kiss. "I'm glad that you're okay," he said dazed.
"Yeah, me too."