Otter for Nerds
Someone had his nerds.
The nine hundred and fifty year old man who looked barely past thirty thought of only this as he smiled a toothy grin at the woman with dyed straw yellow hair styled up in a coif of curls. She was taller then him thanks to expensive heels that glistened under the harsh light of the posh entrance hall to a criminal mastermind’s front operation. His skin the color of a chestnut to her golden spray on tan. But both were spectacularly dressed, him in his signature three piece purple Gucci suit to her skin tight black skirt and white blouse the color of a pearl.
Tenison Harper’s long bearded face opened into a maniacal laugh as he reached up and grabbed the lower half of her still talking mouth and yanked it forward hard. It’s very hard to scream with four fingers pressing down on her tongue, hard but to his surprise she managed.
The post modern lobby with it’s like skin of a lime green motif and silver suited security burst into motion as ten guns trained on him opened fire. He swung the woman around by her jaw as bullets slammed into her plastic surgeon’s wet dream of a body. The impact of the bullets caused her to jerk and shake as he used her for a shield. As he continued to laugh he wondered why it was that women desired to look like a Barbie. It was a macabre dance as he swung her limp corpse around. His clothes made from a bullet proof material protected by his very nerds, absorbed the shock and protected him. He released the body and stopped laughing. The room had fallen into a dead silence as the men realized their guns were useless against him.
“Where the the fuck are my nerds!?!” Tenison Harper shouts before running at the closest guard bringing his fists up with him. The other nine guards joined the fight descending on Tenison in a frenzy. The shouted questions traveled down a hallway and around the corner to a locked room. The nine men and women Tenison had spent two years sharking from M.I.T., NASA, the Pentagon, The Louvre's historical department, black ops coordinators, and Tesla all raised their heads simultaneousl. Some with looks of shock like a dying fashion. Some with looks of hope, but all heard the machine gun fire. The shouts of agony, that strange animalistic chittering sound. After a moment of silence, the door swung open they looked at the opening in fear.
Standing before them was the short cleverly dressed man in the now torn lavender suit covered in gore and viscera. Fresh blood splattered his dark skin and a couple of the team noticed the torn off fingernail embedded in his sharply shaped beard. Even covered in human remains, Tenison is the head of their unit to destroy the world.
“Hello Nerds.” Tenison said grinning as the blood ran down the left side of his face. After untying and ungagging each one of them. He smugly stood back and held his arms out. The nine people gapped back at him in a mixture of confusion and disgust. Tenison grinned expectantly and puffed out his chest knowing adoration would be his, soon.
“What’s he doing?” Luke, the African man from Nigeria, asks Perry, the woman from NASA.
“I think he wants a hug,” Perry stage whispers and to everyone’s surprise River, the fiery redhead mute from The Louvre runs forward and hugs the bloody man.
“See, someone appreciates me!” Tenison says smiling as the others bring it in for an awkward hug where some are reluctant but appreciative.
“Whose blood is this,” Perry asks
“You’ll see, alright hugs over let’s go save the world,” Tenison said as he pries River and the rest from him. They look at one another in shock anew.
“We’re saving it, the Earth?!” Perry asks and Tenison glowers at her as if she were a daft child who’d taken up drinking.
“We’re going to save the world from the baddies today and destroy it ourselves later, maybe, not to sure how I feel right now but…whose in?!” Tenison asks excitedly.
“I guess I am then,” Perry said as she walked forward, and the others followed behind her with Tenison bringing up the rear.