Ace and May tried passing the queen’s guards standing in a wide radius around the queen’s coffee table on the Paddio. They closed the gap between them. “Stop right there.” One of them said, stepping forward to stop them. “What do you think you’re doing?”
They acted somewhat surprised, naturally expecting this kind of reaction. “Oh, my son here has just always wanted to meet the queen.” Ace said, putting his hands on the shoulders of May’s short sleeve hoodie, her hair tied up under a black wig to make her look like a boy.
"Man, being as short as hell sure makes it easier to pull this off and at least make it more believable." May thought as she silently nodded her head in response to Ace’s statement. “I’ve always found the history and idea of royalty fascinating and I’ve always wanted to meet someone of royal descent.” She said in the most boyish voice she could manage at the time. “You know, films never do the real thing justice.” She smiled. "Man, my voice acting is on fleek today!" She exclaimed in her brain. "Oh, god, that just sounds horrible. She thought, instantly regretting using the word fleek in her brains vocabulary."
Their tensed expressions relaxed a bit. “Sorry kid, we can’t allow that.”
May gave a little frown. “Aw, and I was really looking forward to meeting her royal highness, queen.”
“It’s okay son,” Ace said, patting May on the head. His height, age, and voice were already pretty believable for their back up story. It helped even more that people had a tendency to try to keep to their adolescent years in terms of appearance. “Is there anything else you’d like to do today?” he asked, starting a string of inconsistent babble between the “father and son” until they rounded the corner.
“Well, the direct approach definitely isn’t going to work.” May muttered, pulling her hood up to cover her face.
“I told you it wouldn’t.” Ace whispered back.
“Well, it was worth a shot.” She said, giving him the stink eye. “It’s not like it was a waste of time.”
“Huh, yeah.” He agreed sarcastically. “Did you get enough of the scenery to come up with an actual plan.”
“No.” She replied
“What!?” He exclaimed. “Well, then what are we-” But May cut him off.
“Unless I did.” she smirked.
“What?! That makes no sense.”
“Oh, come on.” She nudged him. “Have faith.” She said, walking down a shaded alleyway. “Come on, over here.” She beckoned, jumping over a stack of boxes and walking across a dumpster.
“Stupid baby hands, you think you’re so smart.” He muttered to himself. “Where are we even going?” He asked as he clambered after her, the annoyance clear in his voice.
“Well, where do you think we’re going? We’re going to need weapons aren’t we?”
“And since when are there weapons in an alleyway?” He asked suspiciously, not entirely trusting his friend. Her sense of direction always being out of whack.
“Since I put them there.” She retorted, pulling back the lid of a box to reveal a few handguns a sniper and four knives.
His eyes widened in surprise. “When’d you bring these down here?” He asked, struggling to recall any time she could have brought so much stuff down to the alleyway.
“I don’t know, maybe around six thirty? You were still asleep then.” She replied like it was normal to carry a box full of weapons around at six o’clock in the morning and place them in a random alleyway.
“What? Why would you-”
“It wasn’t just this place that I stashed weapons in you know. I put some more in some of the other of the queen’s usual spots.” She said, tossing him a handgun.
“And how do you know that?” He asked, her sources of information and seemingly randomly planned ideas never ceasing to amaze him.
“The internet!” She exclaimed in a cheerful tone, talking off her wig, letting her silver hair fall out into a ponytail with two locks of straight long hair hanging in front of her face. “You’d be surprised what kind of stuff leaks out on there.”
“But when did you have enough time to search through the internet and find something that specific?”
“Well it’s actually not too specific, lots of people obsess over famous people. And I didn’t have enough time, I had my brother look it up, he always has extra time.”
Slipping out of her hoodie and t-shirt and putting a black long-sleeved shirt that completely contrasted her cloud-white skin, she started changing from one disguise to another.
“Is that really necessary?” Ace asked, clearly pestered by May’s tendency to use disguises.
“Yes.” She said, slipping on a blue short sleeve as well as a handkerchief around her neck to cover her face. “You should really consider having your own disguise or at least an alias. It would come in handy. If you ever got caught. It makes it harder for someone to track you through identity.”
“What!? No! I’m too good for disguises. I won’t ever get caught.” Ace said arrogantly as he spun the gun around his finger.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” She muttered, going around a box to change her shorts to baggy pants as well as change from tennis shoes to combat boots. Coming back around, she picked out the blades, stashing them on her person and put on a pair of deep purple contacts.
“Hurry up.” Ace said impatiently. “She might move at any moment.”
“Oh, calm down.” She said slinging the sniper over her shoulder and stuffing a couple handguns in her pockets. “Kay, let’s go.” She pulled up the handkerchief and pulled her tiny self on top of one of the boxes and jumped up to pull down the ladder to a fire escape.
“I could have done that you know.” He said, reaching the ladder with ease as she beckoned for him to follow.
“Yeah, well I wanted to do it.” She said running ahead of him.
“How are you even going to get her from over here?” He asked, peeking over the roofs ledge and spotting the queen down at the cafe.
“Easy, by jumping to another building.” She said, cheerfully bounding across the roof and hopping to another one of the closely knit buildings.
“Okay...” He said nervously. “Well, I’ll just be waiting down on the ground and wait for an opening.” He said inching back towards the fire escape.
“Oh, come on scaredy cat.” She said teasingly, getting a running start to the next roof.
“I’m not scared!” He retorted. “It’s strategic!”
“Fine,” She yelled across the large space between them, sighing. “ I guess you’re - HOLY SHIT!” She shouted as she fell off the edge of the next roof, just barely missing the jump. There was a loud bang as something made an impact with the ground.
He jumped back in surprise, cringing at the thought of May’s body crushed and gushing blood like a cracked egg. “I knew this was a bad idea.” He muttered to himself.
“I’m OK.” He heard a voice groan through the miniature walkie-talkie Irene and May had bought and modified with the help of a few other people. He jumped at the sound of it, having nearly forgotten it was there. “HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL OKAY!!??” He shouts through the walkie-talkie.
“Oh, Selebarus caught me but he landed really hard on the ground…” Ace heard loud footsteps and men yelling.“And I think I just got caught.” She paused. “Heeeyyy, could you, like, take out the queen from the roof please?”
Ace said, “Uh, sure.” and looked over the edge and tried shooting Queen Elizabeth the seventh.
He heard a metal pang and a couple of civilians screamed. Then May said through the walkie-talkie, “Great, you missed! Now they really know we’re here to kill her!”
“Well, I’m sorry!” Ace said in an offended tone. “I’m like thirteen stories up and I had to shoot with a freaking handgun.”
“Uh, fine.” She sighed. “I’ll just kill her myself.”
He saw a silver blur with a mixture of blue and black in it came out of an alleyway swerved past the queen. All of the sudden she fell and down and some guards came running towards her as a puddle of red started to grow bigger around her. He backed up towards the fire escape. “Uh, what’d you just do?” He asked.
He heard May’s troubled breathing as she ran. “I slit her throat.” She said. “Now come on! We need to get out of here before they catch us.”
He started his way down the fire escape. “Yeah, I know. That’s what I was planning to do.” He said as he saw May’s whitish blur rush his way as he ran down the stairs of the fire escape as fast as he could, jumping down off the second platform using the many boxes in the alley to cushion his fall but they didn’t stop him from twisting his ankle.
May slowed down to help her friend up. “Come on.” She said, stashing a bloody serrated knife in her pocket so she could use both arms to support Ace’s weight noticing his limp. “Well, this is going to be a pain to explain to Irene.” She muttered.
“Well, that’s your fault.” He said, limping along as she ran.
“Yeah, but if we get caught it will be your fault.” She muttered, running away from the crime scene."
“Sooo.” She said, dragging out the word. “Who’s going to break this to Irene?” May asked as she looked out on the evening sun setting in the distance from the roof of one of the buildings in the abandoned district.
“You.” Ace said, tossing her his phone from his oh so comfortable spot on the gravel roof.
“Wha- hey!” She said fumbling around with the phone as she tried to catch it. “Yes. I caught it.” She sighed thankfully while thinking Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! My life is over! In her head. She sighed again as she dialed in Irene’s number preparing to be shot down by an array of insults and disappointment.
“SUP!” Irene said through the phone.
“Uh, heeey, Irene.” May responded. “We got the queen.”
“Yeah, I could tell. I’m reading it off a news site right now.”
“Yeah.” She dragged out nervously. “They kinda saw us.”
“.....Really!. I don’t care about that, What I really care about is...who got caught first.”
She laughed nervously. “Yeah. ‘Bout that… I kinda fell off a roof, soooo.”
Then there was a long, uncomfortable pause before Irene responded, First she let out a loud sigh then said, “Well….I really didn’t want to kill my best friend.” Then quickly hung up.
“Yay.” She said, letting out a sigh of relief. “I didn’t die.” She turned back to Ace. “Here’s your phone.” She said tossing it to him as he read a net update.
“Queen Elizabeth the seventh assassinated at a cafe today. Two males suspected approached only minutes before and are nowhere to be found.” It read, showing May in disguise and Ace as well as a civilian photo of the moment the queen was slashed by May, her spinning form just barely visible within the blur of motion. “New update: President of the United States of America killed by assassin; President of Germany assassinated. The Federal Chancellery, Germany’s capital building, was targeted and blown up by an unknown aggressor..”
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