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A Hard Day's Fight

Rating: T
Author: Aurorita248
Warnings: Slight JohnxPaul and GeorgexRingo
Summary: The loving lads from Liverpool aren't known for their great music, witty lines and pretty looks. They're actually up and coming secret agents for CL.E.F. Unfortunately, their first case on the field coincides with the big concert that they have to perform in (not to mention that Paul has to keep an eye out on his 'clean mixer' of a grandfather). It'll take all their wits, cunning, humor and snark to get out of this mess alive!
Note: Inspiration for this story is credited to Brunita with permission from this user to go ahead with this story.
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Chapter 5-Interview with a Backfire

"Say you don't need no diamond rings and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money
Money can't buy me love!"


The night was spent with the Fab Four scribbling down replies for every letter of fan mail that was sent to them. Ringo stayed the longest with it (he had the most mail out of all the Beatles) as John, Paul and George prepared their guns for tomorrow. At the same time, John pulled out all the info he got from Lucifer Gatling and spread it out all over the bed.

"You should've seen the look on his face." John said with a grin. "As I listed down all the ways I could've popped the man...oh he was so frightened out of his shiny shoes."

"The explosions were amazing!" Paul added. "George mixed at least 5 types of Russian vodkas together, placed it in a bottle of wine then lit a cigarette! He tossed it onto a couple of gunners and the explosion kicked in! The vodkas smelled nice though."

"And Shake," George chuckled. "Believing the wedding and the reading glasses thing; thank goodness for that."

"Speaking of shake," said John, pulling out the picture of Lady Magnum. "Take a look at this bird; prettier than the talent on the train. We've pretty much shaken up her plans for the time being, right?"

"According to this, the talent was supposed to be meeting up at the Circle Club as callers." said Paul, analyzing the data. "Now they'll be cut short with us stopping them."

"And don't forget that Lady Magnum had a run in with CLEF agents before." said George. "I'll tell Ringo to call Rita before he goes to bed; she'd like to hear from him again, I suppose."

"Still, that was amazing!" said John with a grin. "We were running around like fools with adrenaline rushing in our veins. Shooting down people and giving them the taste of Alice and her friends."

"It's been a while since we had a chance to use our skills." said George. "Now if only we didn't have this mission right now."

"We've jumped at the call, and now we have to take it." said Paul in reply. "Now come on, we need rest. We've got a long day ahead of us."

"Not so fast, Macca." said John, grasping Paul's wrist and pulling him into his lap. "I wanna do some 'investigating' on my own."

Paul didn't have time to react when John crushed their lips together and tongues tantalized in a tango. John began to pull his lover's coat down and unbutton the white blouse. George—taking the hint—took the documents and hid them in his coat pocket, before leaving the room. Closing the door behind him, the guitarist let out a sigh as he noted that Norm, Shake and Paul's grandfather were already asleep for the time being.

George passed by Ringo, who had finished off his last letter and was on the verge of collapsing. The shorter Beatle collapsed into his chair as he looked at the ring on his finger.

"George..." Ringo began. "...Are we ever going to marry?"

"Of course we are." George replied. "We'll marry and have a little daughter or son to call our own. What brought this on, anyhow?"

"That whole conversation we had with Norm and Shake did. Plus we're going around shooting people and killing them; what happens if we end up as one of those victims?"

"That'll never happen to us; we're the Super Beatles after all. Beatles to battle and all of that; nothing will stop us."

"Still...this is our first job on the field. We aren't that experienced yet."

"But didn't you see yourself acting so badass and awesome when you were using your skills of target shooting? I'm so proud of you, and so are John and Paul. We're going to be okay."

"I hope so..." said Ringo, letting out a heavy sigh. "I mean...this is so exhilarating and exciting and...It's also terrifying at the same time. We're the Beatles...and if one goes, we all go."

George took Ringo's ringed hand into his and placed it into a gentle squeeze. He then embraced his love and ran another hand through dark brown hair.

"Things will be okay, it'll be okay." George murmured. "I'm never going to leave you. We're all going to be together."

Ringo smiled and returned the hug, knowing that things were going to be okay.

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Lady Magnum scowled as she crushed the glass of wine in her hands. She heard the news from the survivors of the Circle Club fire: four strangely dressed men single handily destroyed the club, killed off her best men, and grabbed every piece of evidence from Lucifer Gatling himself. The worst part was that the people she hired as bodyguards also were in league with the men who instigated the shooting.

They would pay for their crimes; the same people who killed of her father and ruined her life. She remembered it well; ten years ago men came to her house and shot her dear daddy down as if he was a common thug. She was going to ruin their lives just as they did to her.

"I'm going to murder you four..." Lady Magnum hissed, pulling out a record of one of the Beatles hits. She threw it onto the ground with fury, the black vinyl disk shattering into pieces. She then brought out a cigarette lighter, lighting the flame so it could burn the record cover. Dropping it into the ground the flames devoured the cover, reducing into ash.

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The next day, the Fab Four prepared themselves for a big day ahead. Ringo was getting a call from Lovely Rita which talked about the journey ahead while George, Paul and John were getting prepared for their day.

Johnny McCartney looked at Ringo strangely, his face hidden in today's paper. There was an image of the Circle Club being burnt to the ground, the headlines reading Explosions Come Full Circle and the article going something like this,

"The Circle Club is known for its food, wine and gambling. However, it was also now the scene of an arson attack and the identification of members of a weapon ring. According to eye witness, four strangers—sketches of the men shown below—walked inside and started firing guns. In total, there have been 23 casualties (9 killed, 14 wounded). There have been no signs of the strangers at all, but police are on the lookout.

"'There was gunshots and these two men were shooting down people with guns with calm looks on their faces' said an eye witness report. 'I saw a man with long brown hair mixing up drinks at the bar then lit a bottle full of vodka with a cigarette! It flew into the air and caused an explosion! I also heard the owner of the Circle Club chase after him, for reasons I don't understand.'

"Police still wonder as to where exactly or why exactly these four strangers appeared. One thing is for sure, is that the Circle Club will now be paying fines for its illegal weapon smuggling and cartering throughout England."

Johnny McCartney looked below, seeing an artist's rendition of the four men who came into the Club. The artist took the clean mixer's descriptions and drew portraits of the four. Peering in closer, Johnny McCartney swore that he knew the one with the red and yellow tie; he looked...familiar.

Ringo took a glance at Johnny McCartney, knowing that he was being watched. Taking a deep breath, Ringo exhaled and acted calm while talking on the phone. Lovely Rita was handing him instructions and he couldn't afford to miss a single one.

"...Don't eat any of the food there, we'll get you something for lunch at the cafe." said Lovely Rita. "The minute you finish your interviews and observations of the stage, meet up with me and Silver Maxwell. We'll be going over essentials for the mission and what we expect from you. Understand?"

"Yes," Ringo stated simply.

"One last word of advice; do not let your guard down when it comes to confronting. That can make or break a secret agent; it's a matter of life and death on both sides—we want you alive, Agent Starr."

"Crystal."

"I wish you a good performance, nonetheless. Signing off."

Ringo nodded his head before hanging up. He let out a sigh as he stared at the ring in his hand, a simple silver band. It was a gift George gave him after the four graduated from CLEF and he never took it off. It was that important to him.

"So," said Paul's grandfather. "Who were you talking to?"

"An old girlfriend of mine named Lovely Rita." Ringo replied, answering the old man with the same statement the other Beatles would use when referencing the secretary.

"Ah, a boy like you getting a woman like that...how strange."

Ringo let out a sigh as he stared at the ring in his hand; he couldn't let his worries take over the mission objective.

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In the bathtub, completely filled with bubbles, two hands poked out. One had a shower head, the other a submarine. The owners of said hands sat up, revealing John with a captain's cap holding onto the submarine and Paul had the shower head in hand.

"Guten Morgen Men Herr!" John announced into the shower head. "Konnen Sie nich ein Tea haben?"

John made whirring noises as he guided the submarine toy in and out of the soapy landscape as Paul could only giggle in response. George and Shake soon walked into the bathroom.

"Ah, the filthy Englander!" Paul noted. "Guten Morgen!"

"Keep boating, tiny." Shake commented as George was pulling out some a shaving razor. "Now go on George."

"Don't be ridiculous." George replied.

"But you said I could."

"Me mind boggles at the idea though." George murmured. "A grown man and you've never shaved with a safety razor."

"I can't help it; I come from a long line of electricians."

"Well, you aren't practicing on me, that's for sure."

"Fine," Shake said with a sigh. "A demonstration will do then."

"Fine by me." said George, pulling out his can of shaving cream.

At the same time, Paul and John were slapping each other silly and laughing, John soon scrubbing Paul's hair with a handful of soap bubbles. George noted this as he pressed hard upon the can of shaving cream, a thin line of foam creating a makeshift beard for him to practice on. Using the mirror as his palette and the masterpiece complete, George dipped his razor into the water and began to work.

"Rule Britannia..." John began to sing, weaving the submarine through the air. "Britannia rules the..."

George only heard a splash, seeing John dunking the toy into the water like he did back at the apartment. John sunk into the waters of the tub as Paul whistled the second half of the verse...before he also responded with a splash of water. George then started to shave away the shaving cream, beginning his so-called 'demonstration'.

"Put your tongue away. It looks disgusting hanging there, all pink and naked." George muttered to himself. "One slip of the razor and that's it."

John was soon humming a small tune to himself as Paul got an evil thought in mind. His fingers started to run against John's shoulder blades, tickling the older man. John was assaulted and he had nowhere to run.

"Heinrich! Headphones! Help me!" John cried as he sunk into the bubbly water once more. Paul didn't stop his relentless tickling and John was still gurgling for help.

"...Torpedoed again, huh?" said George nonchalantly.

The door opened as Norm entered, all dressed up and ready to head off to the theater.

"Come on you guys, the car's waiting for you outside." He stated as George and Shake started to walk off. "Now where are Paul and John?"

"Bathtub." George noted simply, pointing to the tub that was covered with soapy bubbles.

"Out, you two." said Norm, pulling the drain out of the tub. "Now stop lagging about."

The water and bubbles soon drained away...but there were no signs of Paul or John anywhere. Norm looked a bit in shock; this couldn't be possible, could it?

"John...Paul..." Norm gasped out, taking the submarine toy in hand. "My god...what have I done?"

As he was in his world of shock, John and Paul entered, dressed in bathrobes and fuzzy slippers and towels draped around their shoulders.

"What are you doing with that submarine toy in hand?" asked Paul. "Didn't you hear? A car's waiting for us!"

"Yeah, let's go you swine!" John added before he and Paul headed off to get ready. Norm just stared at the situation...not knowing whether to scream, sigh in relief, or just look in shock...how did they get out of the tub so quickly?!

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"Alice, how I love thee…." John murmured, recalling the time he used his gun back at the Circle Club. "That was fun…"

"We have to be careful though." Paul whispered as the car heading toward the press conference area. "We raised quite a ruckus at the Circle Club, we'll be observed."

"As if we aren't observed already by the girls." George noted. "Now let's get going."

The screams of girls reached their ears as the group went through a small tent area to be hoisted away. The four Beatles just grabbed onto each other, hoping that the tent wouldn't topple over and they would be torn apart by the banshees.

"George, get off of me." said Paul, as the tent rocked back and forth. "John, your gun's near my face."

"Well I have to be prepared, right?" John said in reply. "Ringo, your foot's on my chest!"

"I can't move, deal with it." Ringo said in reply.

The tent immediately landed on the ground as the four Beatles soon rushed out and tidied themselves up for the conference. Being dragged by some of the gentlemen in the club, the Beatles entered the conference room, flooded with interviewers and cameramen. Waiters were carrying snacks and alcoholic drinks but they couldn't take one since they were told not to go for any of the snacks (the fear of being poisoned was pretty high). Instead, they began to answer questions and pose for the camera. Each of them had different experiences.

"Tell me, how did you find America?"

John: Turned left at Greenland.
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"Has success changed your life?"

George: Yes.
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Paul: I like to keep Britain tidy.
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"Are you a Mod or a Rocker?"

Ringo: Uh no…I'm a 'mocker'.
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"Do you have any hobbies?"

John: (scribbles something down onto a piece of paper and hands it to the woman in question)
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Paul: No, actually we're just good friends.
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"Do you think these haircuts have come to stay?"

Ringo: (tugging on his hair) Well, this one has, you know. It's stuck on good and proper now.
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"What do you call that hairstyle you're wearing?"

George: Arthur.
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Paul: (once again) No actually, we're just good friends.
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"What would you call that collar?"

Ringo: I'd…call it a collar.
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"Do you often see your father?"

Paul: (for a third time) No actually, we're just good friends.
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"How do you like your girlfriends to dress?"

Ringo: ….(laughs after a few seconds)

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The rest of the interview went off without a hitch, but it was getting to the point that the Fab Four was getting a bit…cramped. Paul motioned to George with his eyes—something they learned back at their spy training—and both carried Ringo into their arms. John took the hint and followed them through the back door, making sure no one paid attention to them.

"I'm starved." George noted, setting Ringo down and heading toward the theater.

"Me too, didn't get a jam butty." Paul noted. He then noted Shake and his grandfather having some sandwiches and sipping on wine. "Is there anything left?"

"We finished everything, Pauly." said the clean mixer, before handing a photo to George. "By the way, give us your John Henry on this picture."

George grumbled to himself as he started to scribble his signature onto the photo.

"Hey look at that!" said John, pointing to the stage. "It's our set down there?"

"Should we check it out and have a go on it?" asked Paul.

"Why not?" Ringo said in response. "Better than doing nothing."

The four decided to travel through the seats and through the backstage area, commenting on some people who were sitting in the seats not far from Paul's grandfather. They passed by the director before making their way to the stage, where lights, sound speakers and cameras were getting prepared.

The floor manager dropped one of the drumsticks onto the ground. Picking it up, he took it into his hands and lightly tapped it against the cymbals…until he saw Ringo standing in front of him.

"Leave them drums alone!" Ringo exclaimed.

"Surely I could have a touch…"

"If you so much as breathe heavy on them, I'll be out on strike."

"Aren't you being a bit arbitrary?" asked the floor manager.

"There you go." said Ringo, throwing his hands up into the air as he adjusted the cymbals. "Hiding behind a smoke of bourgeois clichés. I don't go messing around with your earphones, now do I?"

"Spoil sport." The floor manager grumbled under his breath. He then walked off, just as George and Paul were getting their guitar and bass tuned up.

"Ringo's very fussy about his drums, you know." George noted. "They loom large in his legend."

"What's up?" asked Paul.

"Ringo's sulking again."

"I'll show him then," John replied with a wink, as he stared to sing.

"If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true?
And help me understand
'Cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands"


Paul and George joined in on guitar and bass as Ringo continued to set up the drums. Once he seated himself down, the drummer began to smile as the others began to sing.

"If I give my heart to you
I must be sure
From the very start
That you would love me more than her

"If I trust in you, oh please
Don't run and hide
If I love you too, oh please
Don't' hurt my pride like her
Cause I couldn't stand the pain
And I would be sad if our new love was in vain

"So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that she will cry
When she learns we are two
Cause I couldn't stand the pain
and I would be sad if our new love was in vain

"So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that she will cry when she learns we are two.

"If I fell in love with you."


The song ended as the Beatles all smiled at one another, glad that the song went well. Ringo ran his fingers through his cymbals, as if he was searching for something. He then noted a small bug underneath a rim...

"Guys," Ringo whispered, gathering Paul, John and George to him. "Look..."

The three other Beatles looked down, noticing the bug. It was listening to all the chatter around them, and would most likely pick up on anything they say. John immediately thought up of something.

"Pardon, Tiny." said John, taking one of Ringo's drumsticks into his hands. "I'd like a bit more drums...here."

"I think it's on the third bit." Paul said trying to be a bit clear. John continued to explain and the voices of bassist and lead singer clashed as John ended it with, "On the third bit, more bang!"

Paul soon banged on his bass and shuffled his feet before bowing. George then took the bug away from the cymbal, threw it to the ground and stomped it with his foot. He stomped on the small piece of machinery at least three times, making sure that it wouldn't be able to function ever again.

The director of the theater soon entered on stage, dressed in a tacky sweater.

"All right, let's hear no more about it." said the director. "Now, if you think that I'm suitable, let's be open about it. I can't stand backstage politics."

"Aren't you tending to black-and-white this situation somewhat?" asked John.

"Well, quite honestly, I wasn't expecting a musical arranger...to question my ability picture-wise."

"I can listen to him for hours." John replied with some sarcasm.

"Uh, what's this all about a musical arranger?" asked Paul.

"Mr. McCartney, Sr." said the director. In no time flat, Johnny McCartney appeared on stage.

"Paulie, they're trying to fob you off with this musical charlatan..." The grandfather began. "But I gave him the test."

Paul just rolled his eyes as his grandfather added that the director was a 'typical buck-passer' and that the director won a an award.

"That's a likely story." said John.

"It's on my wall." The director retorted.

"Hello, our lot." said Norm, entering from stage left. "Is everyone happy?"

There was some silence from everyone else. The director stared at Norm strangely.

"All right," sighed the smaller manager. "If you don't need them, I'll lock them up in the dresser room."

"Please do," said the stage manager. "I'll not need them for half an hour, thank you."

He passed by the floor manager, telling him to get him a 'bottle of milk and tranquilizers'. Ringo noted that as a potential clue.

"Come on, boys." said Norm. "I've got the key."

The four soon set their instruments down, Ringo readjusting his drum set. He wanted to make sure that there were no other bugs planted there, but it was making Norm a bit impatient. Sensing this, Ringo stopped what he was doing and followed the other members of the Fab Four.

As the four boys followed to the backstage area, Ringo noted to his friends with a piece of paper. Paul took it in his hands, reading the instructions that Lovely Rita sent Ringo earlier in the morning. Putting the piece of paper away into his pocket, Paul replied with a slight nod of his head.

"Gear costume." John noted on one of the performers, one with an elegant white Victorain outfit and poofy wig.

"Swab?" The man replied.

"Cheeky!" John answered back as he headed up stairs. He was passing by a few dancer girls, a grin on his face as it seemed as he was about to grab one of his own.

"Come on, lads. No messing about." said Norm. "Lennon, put the girls down or I'll tell your mother."

John paused slightly and everyone else around Norm flinched. If there was one sensitive subject that was to be never brought up around John Winston Lennon, it was that of his mother. His mother died when he was 16 due to a car crash...and ever since then, John was always hiding his sorrow through alcohol, a smile, and wisecracking attitude. But any mention about his mother in a threatening tone and...

John balled his fists, a hand clenching his hat as he looked like he was on the verge of tears. Paul ran up to John and embraced him, head resting on his love's shoulders.

"Norm, didn't mean it like that." Paul whispered. "Come on...he didn't mean it like that. John...it's alright. Please don't cry..."

Ringo and George immediately pushed John and Paul upstairs, knowing that it wouldn't be a good idea for both John or Norm to be facing each other if the topic of John's mother was going to be the main problem.

"I've done nothing wrong..." John whimpered a bit, tears falling down his eyes. "I'm sorry Mama....I'm so sorry..."

Guilt cross Norm's face; he knew how sensitive John was when it came to his mother, and he knew that he went a bit too far with that threat. With a sigh, Norm took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to John. John took it into his hands and blew his nose with a loud honk, before returning it to his manager.

"Sorry about that." said Norm, unlocking the door to the dressing room of the Beatles. "Now...stay here until the rehearsal starts. If I have to, I'll put the key in the lock and turn it."

As Norm was busy with the keys, Ringo noted the fire escape. George and Paul helped John get outside and into the clean sunshine as the drummer pushed the door open.

"We're out!" Ringo announced as he heaved out a sigh. "...You okay, John?"

"...Yeah." John replied, taking in a breath of fresh air. "I'm...fine."

"We're here for you, buddy." said Paul, a hand on John's shoulder. "Your problems are our problems...stop bottling them up."

"You know what happens when you bottle up your emotions." George noted. "You sulk into a corner and eat more than you usually do...don't make me recall the first time that happened during CLEF training."

"Thanks guys." John muttered, wiping away his tears. "Now come on...we've gotta meet up with Lovely Rita."

"We have a problem." said George. "We don't have any disguises, remember? Our old ones are back at the hotel!"

"That's why we always bring spare clothes." John replied, with a smile. "Wait here."

John went back inside and closed the door behind him. Paul, George and Ringo waited for a few seconds for John to return with new costumes.

"Let's get decked out in these and head off!" John cried, stripping himself of his coat.

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Minutes later, the Fab Four were heading off to a small café to meet up with Lovely Rita and Silver Maxwell. John—now wearing a brown coat with white stripes, tan pants and a black fedora with feathers—opened the door to the café, adjusting his spare pair of granny glasses.

"This way." John hissed to his companions, heading toward a corner table. The café was filled with the smell of coffee and cakes, the hushed murmurs of the people reading the paper and the swoosh of the fan that cooled the building down. John quickly pulled up a chair and sat down, adjusting his glasses and having a grin on his face.

"Morning, Rita." said John. "How are ya?"

Lovely Rita, who was reading the newspaper, folded it down and stared at John. Her pale skin was contrasted with the red hair and lipstick decorating her face. She was dressed in a green sergeant's outfit and her grey eyes soon noted the disguised forms of Paul, Ringo and George.

"Glad you four could make it." said Rita. "Although I hope you can figure out a way to save your hides from the whole ruckus you caused in the Circle Club. Who's idea was it to let George play with the vodka again?"

No one answered...but everyone turned to Paul. Paul, taking a scone into hand—and dressed in a white button blouse, a rainbow sweater vest and grey fedora—just stared at everyone oddly.

"What? Is there...something on my face?" He asked.

"Agent McCartney," Lovely Rita growled through grit teeth. "Do you know how bad Agent Harrison has with exploding alcohol?!"

"Uh...no?" Paul replied, face turning beet red.

Lovely Rita pinched the bridge of her nose in fury. During one of their exams, George did a risky move to pour alcohol all over the floor before lighting his cigarette. He then told everyone to hit the deck as the cigarette landed on the alcohol and caused a loud explosion to echo across C.L.E.F headquarters. Rumors swirled that after the explosion was done, George had a wicked grin on his face as he saw what he created.

George, dressed in a blue jean jacket, brown shirt and pants just smiled innocently. His hair was covered by a long brown wig once more but he also had a similar fedora and sunglasses. Ringo just twiddled his thumbs as he saw what was going on. Dressed in his tuxedo, but now with a fake mustache on him, the drummer gulped when more memories of George's exploding vodka bombs created (he called them the 'Sweet Truffle' bombs due to the flavored vodka and the mushroom-shaped clouds that were formed).

The person next to Rita also folded his magazine, revealing a man covered in bandages and wearing a tan fedora hat and coat. His eyes were covered with sunglasses as he gave a slight nod to Rita.

"All right, let's hear it." said Lovely Rita. "What do we have?"

"Four famous musicians as secret agents off to stop a crazy bird from popping us all off." John began. "Not to mention, two managers who nearly caught onto us, a clean mixer, a concert..."

"I mean what do we have about the smuggling case?" Lovely Rita snapped back.

"Oh, we have lots of stuff!" John answered, pulling out the documents he stole from Lucifer the night before. "Check these out."

Lovely Rita pulled out some gloves to cover her hands, taking the papers into hand. She inspected them each, handing them to Silver Maxwell next to her. The bandaged man only nodded in response, hands grasping onto the documents. When they were read, Rita let out a sigh.

"What you did to get these items of information was dangerous, life-threatening, and close to letting your identity be discovered." Rita began. "However, you four were amazing for your first time on the field."

"Thanks." said Ringo in response. "What now?"

"You fight." Silver Maxwell replied with a deep voice. "Many of Lady Magnum's elite shooters are still roaming about. Keep an eye on them and prevent them from doing something drastic."

"Like what?" Paul suggested. "Use a time bomb?"

"Worse." Silver Maxwell replied. "They assassinate you, slice your arms down with a knife and won't give you a 'Yes' for an answer. It's a big world out there, after all."

"We also found this." said George, pulling out the crushed bug. "I think it's lying in our other instruments too."

"Then you'll have to disable it with enough feedback and sound to cause it to short circuit." said Rita. "Now, why not we all have something to eat as we discuss the next part of our plan?"

The stomachs of the Beatles started to growl; it was heading to be near lunch time after all.
Sorry for the delay on this chapter...so tired...

(falls asleep)
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