Jen Horton, Julie Williams, Maggie Horton and Abby Deveroux sat around the table in the pub hidden behind their menus. 13 Year old Abby operated the walky talky.
“G-unit, this is Abster, I’m with Je-Dawg, Ju-Dawg and Bad M, we have entered the premises and are incognito. Kkkk Over.”
Alice Horton sat at home dressed in familiar disguise, unable to be there due to the flu. “Copy that Abster, What’s going on?”
Jen grabbed the unit from her daughter. “G-Unit this is Je-Dawg, we have secured a table approximately 15 feet away from the target. Target appears to be banging his head against the table while his femme fatal looks confused. Unable to get audio at this time. Operation Munchkin is a go!”
“Operation Munchkin!? Cool what’s that?” Abby squealed.
Julie gave her chair a kick. And hurriedly looked around. “SHH! Do you want us to be found out? Cool Cat C said we had to be discreet.”
Maggie gave the little girl a shove and whispered the plan into the little girl’s ear.
Disposing of her scarf and sunglasses, Abster crouched low to the ground and crawled towards the kitchen, where Caroline was behind the door with another walkie talkie.
“This is Cool Cat C…Abster has hit point A.”
She gave Abby a shove out the door, and watched as she casually approached the table with the 2 drinks Caroline handed her.
“3 ….2…1…” she muttered and pressed her face against the door.
Maggie grabbed the radio from Jen. “G-unit…This is Bad M the munchkin has landed! I repeat the munchkin has landed.”
Silence came over the women as they watched as Abster interacted with her cousin. Minutes passed and she slowly headed back.
On the radio a voice came through the static. “ Bad M report!”
“Munchkin is on the way back…contact was made.”
Julie grabbed Abby and shook her. “Well!?”
“Oh..they’re just friends not on a date, and Shawn says to say hi and am scray. What’s am scray?”
“This is G-unit you’ve been compromised. Abort! I repeat abort!”
I completely and totally disclaim
Tryouts were just finishing up and Bo Brady was proudly sitting in the stands beside one young Belle Black watching as Shawn tore up the court. Both held their breath when the coach called everyone over.
"The following names are for those making it past the second cut and are on the team, thank you all for coming.
Mike Jefferson, Adam Smith, Victor Webster(AN Hot damn that boy is fine),Chad Anderson, Jeff Gordon and....Shawn Brady."
A high pitched squeal could be heard as a mop of blond hair moved in seconds from the bleachers and laughed itself into Shawn's arms, unaware of the glare coming from her ex.
"I knew you could do it! AHHHH!! You were amazing, on fire! I knew you would make it!"
His father chose the more subtle approach of giving him a nod and motioning outside. Shawn nodded back, and wrapped his arms around Belle tighter, whispering in her ear. "Thank you for having faith in me."
Jumping from his embrace Belle waved her arms frantically. "What are you doing here still talking to me, go see your dad!"
Shaking hands with various guys on the way, Shawn eventually made it outside the gym doors to find his father leaning against the building, one leg propped on the wall and hands in his jean pockets. A position Shawn used many lunch hours at school.
"So you were pretty good out there."
"Congratulations on making the team."
"Thanks, I didnt even think I had a chance...Belle helped me a lot."
Bo's eyebrow went up,"Oh she did? did she?"
"Yeah..well she's a cheerleader, so she sees the games and practices so she helped me play catch up as to where I had to be, what kinda drills they run..."
"And you're sure basketball is what you want?"
"You know at first it wasn't...at first it was more for the possibility of scholarships, but then I remembered how much I loved the game."
"Good. That's all I needed to hear, as long as you're happy and doing it for the right reasons, then I'm happy." He pushed him self forward and started walking to his bike.
"Hey dad?!" Shawn called out.
Bo stopped and turned, "Yeah?"
"How did you know tryouts got moved up an hour earlier, I only just found out and I didn't even have time to call or anything..."
Bo glanced at the gym and then back at his son, "Belle...She's one heck of a girl son."