Title: Don't let them come after you.
Disclaimer: Stingers Rocks! Mwahahaha Okay so it's not a disclaimer. I've
written enough in my time.
Note: Part six. FINAL! YAY!
Mac put the phone down quickly, beaming as she finished off her
"Deb's about to crack." Oscar held up a chicken leg and waved it
like a flag.
"Yay..." He sung quietly. "Freedom..." Mac laughed, along with
"Mac, can I ask a question?" Pete asked.
"Was that it?" He gave her an 'of-course-not' look. She grinned. "Of
course you can!"
"Is this our job now? Sitting, just the uh...six...of us, in a dirty
old warehouse shuffling paper and pretending to catch the bad guys?"
"This case is moving quicker than the commission expected, we're
getting credit for that. This place will be cleaned and furnished within a
couple of weeks. If you want to go, you can. Oscar, Ange and Church will be
getting extra leave, then we'll start again."
"Just like nothing's changed?" Pete asked. Mac shrugged.
"Not like 'nothing's' changed, because it has, but we'll just do the
same work we've always done. However," she looked at her desk, before back
up at them. "There's no pressure to go, or to stay."
"So what's happening now?" Paul asked.
"Apparently Deb – Paul and Garry she's one of our researchers – was
involved in it, Angie you did hear her voice. She's dobbed in Jeff, or Blob
as he's been known as for a couple of years now. Doesn't look like she
knows where he is though."
"What about the others?" Oscar asked. "There were more than two."
"Yeah, uh, just heavies, their mates they're saying."
"So what now?" Garry asked.
"We clean up for the night, head home. Oh two of the guards had to
pull out, so unfortunately Garry and Paul, you're on your own."
"No worries, we're not the ones who need it most I'd think." Mac
"Otherwise you're all free to go. You can stay here also. Back here
at eight tomorrow - after that and I'll be getting worried. If you're
playing, I'll be mad afterwards, got it?" They all nodded.
Pete checked that his guard was still out on the couch later that
night, before sneaking past him and out the door, and went for a long
An hour or so later he spotted the lights in the lower half of the
house, and decided to go in the back way. Around the back of the house was
the laundry and downstairs bathroom. He, of course, knew where the key to
the laundry door was kept, hidden in the clothes line, and opened the door
quietly, before bypassing the guard – also on the couch, must be a standard
protection spot or something, he thought – and tiptoeing up stairs.
Mac was asleep as the door to her room opened slowly and Pete
approached, sitting beside her. He ran a hand down the side of her face and
she opened her eyes, flinching for a moment only before realising who it
"How'd you get here?" she whispered, sitting up. He grinned.
"Went for a walk. Muscle-man's on my couch asleep like a baby."
"Why are you here?" He shrugged.
"I missed you." Mac watched him, before leaning forward and kissing
him softly. She pulled back first also. "How's the ankle?"
"Much better," she replied, smiling.
"Mac, uh, we were going well before all of this weren't we?"
"I thought so."
"I mean if we hadn't been interrupted last night-"
"I really hate the fact that I upset you so much with Danni. I," he
sighed. "I was glad things had turned around again."
"Pretty suddenly if I did say so."
"Still, you were still with me." She nodded. "Let's go somewhere."
"Now?" He nodded. "Why?" He smiled, kissing her, letting his hands
catch on her buttons suggestively. Mac grinned, breaking away. "Why not
here?" she whispered, kissing him briefly again.
"There's a person asleep downstairs."
"We can't just leave, just to do that!"
"Says who?" She didn't answer, watching him as he ran his hand along
her lower back underneath her pyjamas.
"Where?" she asked, breaking into a smile.
Angie rolled over in her bed only to open her eyes and look back at
another pair staring back at her. She gasped, immediately pushing back and
rolling over to the other side of the bed, the figure following in close
pursuit. She grabbed her cordless and went looking for her gun. The guard
was out on her couch, throat cut. Angie turned back to the figure
approaching. She cried out into the phone for help, before backing up
further against the wall, next to the side table. She reached behind it,
her fingers clasping around the cool metal of her gun. She picked it up,
holding it to the man's chest. It was Blob. At least, she thought it was
Blob. It mustn't truly have been.
"Who are you?" she exclaimed as he approached her with his knife.
"Step back! Now!" He nodded, taking a step back. "Stay there!" He nodded
again. Something wasn't right here. Her eyes flicked from him from a second
as she thought, before realising that the further back he was, the better
shot he was going to be.
Angie threw herself to the floor, reaching up and firing her own gun,
sending the man crashing onto the floor opposite her. He was still alive
however. She stood, approaching him. Her breath was heavy and she was
sweating, her heart beating fast. The knife had been knocked out of his
hand as he hit the floor and she reached out, kicking it away. She stood
watching him for a long time. He wasn't going to die, she knew that, but
she wasn't going to let him live.
Early the next morning Angie was sitting safe and secure at their new
factory, Oscar, Garry and Paul around her. They hadn't been able to contact
Mac and Pete – had no idea where they were.
"They'll be right," Oscar maintained to the three worried faces
staring back. "Ange, you did well." She nodded silently, resting her elbow
on the desk, her head in her hand.
"Mm... I'd feel better if I knew where they were."
"I wonder if our muscle men are looking for us yet?" Pete stated,
looking up at Mac. She giggled momentarily. Mac never giggled but the whole
night had been out of character for both of them.
"Who cares?" she replied, letting her weight onto him, kissing him
deeply as he rolled her over onto her back.
"Well what the hell are they doing then? It's after eight. We're all
"Mac doesn't break her own curfew."
"Of course not," Angie stated matter-of-factly.
"The cops are out looking for them everywhere. They'll find-" They
all stopped as Mac drove her car in. She got out, smiling to herself,
turning to see four very concerned, confused faces staring back.
"What?" she exclaimed, checking her watch. "I'm five minutes late!"
"Angie was attacked last night," Oscar said. Mac's eyes widened as
she walked up to them, her ankle back to a relatively normal size and much
less painful, she was just on flat shoes for the next couple of days.
"Are you all right?" she asked Angie. "What happened?"
"Jeff, I killed him, it's okay," she replied softly. Mac bit her
bottom lip as Oscar cut in.
"We've been trying to find you, and – believe it or not – Church, for
the last couple of hours."
"I, uh, I'm so sorry I went to a friend's house for the night. I
don't know where Peter is. I'm sure he'll be in soon. Don't worry about
"Both your guards were asleep."
"Well I wasn't dragging mine with me, was I?" She walked over to her
desk, blushing deeply. Woops, she told herself inwardly. At that moment
Pete drove in, parked and walked over to them whistling.
"Good morning all. How great is this day?" Mac turned to face him and
he saw the look in her eyes. "What is it?" he asked, concerned.
"Where have you been?" she demanded. Pete was silent in shock for a
moment or so. "You're past the curfew."
"I, uh, look sorry Mac, I kind of, uh, had a date last night," he
answered, catching on.
"You should have told us. Jeff went to Angie's." Pete turned to her.
"She's fine. He's dead. Deb's got us the names of the heavies. As of now, I
suppose, we're on a two-week break. Then it's back to business." Pete
"Am I forgiven?" She nodded, resisting the urge to smile.
"Yeah, we're all fine. I see no reason to stay pissed." Pete rolled
"Well thanks." He walked over to Angie. "You really okay?"
"Yeah, uh, holiday'll do me some good I think."
"You reckon?" They laughed.
"So," Angie narrowed her eyes. "Who was the girl?"
"Your date," Paul put in. "Nice?" Pete grinned.
"Mm, very!" They laughed as Mac tried to ignore it, putting her
things away on her desk for the day. She now had two weeks to occupy
herself it seemed...Hmm...
TWO WEEKS LATER
Angie hugged Shirley goodbye.
"Well Angie it was great to have you."
"You're not disappointed at all?" Shirley grinned, shaking her head.
"Not at all." Angie, for a moment, got a little scared, but Oscar was
laughing it off beside her.
"Don't go there mum. Look we do have to leave now. Mac's expecting us
back." She nodded, kissing her son on the cheek.
"Take care you two."
"Last time Oscar, last time!" Angie warned as they drove off.
"Oh come on, you love the attention."
"Their expectations are – they still think of me as Michelle, your
"Yeah, well, they're not all that wrong."
"I'm not your girlfriend!"
"No, I know, but believe me, you're living up to their expectations.
No need to feel pressured. I had a long talk with mum. She promised to back
off!" Angie laughed.
"All mothers say that, funny thing though – they don't!" Oscar
grinned, reaching across and patting her knee.
"No worries, you've got till Christmas to shape up!" Angie shot him a
look. "I can't turn up empty handed at Christmas!" She bit her bottom lip.
"I don't know Stone..."
"Think about it. Who knows...I mightn't be around so much."
"I've been offered a transfer," he whispered. Angie turned to face
him in the passenger's seat.
"You've been what? Where?"
"Stone! You can't!" He shrugged, smiling over at her.
"You've got options in those directions too you know."
"But Oscar," she whispered. "The city is, well, the unit-"
"I know, I haven't made up my mind yet."
"I don't think I could come with you."
"Not at first, no."
"Oscar, at all." He glanced over at her.
"Then I won't go." Angie was completely confused by now.
"What? Really?" He shook his head.
"Nup." She sat back in her seat, staring out at the road ahead of
"I, uh...I'll think about it," she added, lips turning up at the
"We could put it off for another couple of years."
"Yeah, course. Yeah," she smiled. "Let me think on it. Couple of
"So..." ... Pete raised his eyebrows. "This is as undercover as it
gets?" She nodded.
"Sounds good for now."
"You know we're settling."
"You're all right with that? We're not getting any younger."
"I'm aware of that." Pete nodded. "And I haven't forgotten about what
we discussed the other night, about uh...the possibility of uh...you know."
He nodded, smiling. "Yeah I mean maybe soon. We'll just take it as it comes
for a while, and if it does, well, that's pretty great, isn't it?"
"As long as you're okay-"
"I am." Pete nodded, kissing her briefly. "Just us here know about
this though, all right?"
"Yeah, certainly boss." She grinned, handing him the files.
"Come on, let's see how these guys are feeling after their break."
"My guess is pretty good," Pete replied, grinning. Mac shot him a
"Don't say a word."
"I won't, I promise." He stopped her, taking her hand. "When can we
tell them?" Mac sighed.
"Oh, uh, after the brief, all right?" He nodded, forwarding out
"Angie you'll be going in as security. Garry, your first try at
things. I want you behind the bar. Angie and the target will enter
occasionally, you'll be alerted of it, and well yes, we'll get what we
need, Peter will go in, and we'll do the deal. Any questions?"
"Yeah are we going to get decent computers soon?" Oscar asked. Mac
"They're arriving tomorrow. Brand new programming and the rest."
"Any questions about the job?" She paused. "No? Good, uh, Stone, your
"Pass, 'nother couple of years. I'll let you know then." Mac smiled.
"Fantastic, you made a good choice." He smiled over at his friends,
glad he wasn't leaving them just yet.
"Yeah, I know!"
"Is that all? Is that all?" Pete asked excitedly. Mac looked at him
pleading with her.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"Can I tell them? Please?" She laughed, turning her head in
"Yes...But then I want you all learning your covers, ready for our
start this afternoon. I can't have our first sting in this new team going
wrong, got it?"
"Yes Mac." "'Boss." "Understand completely," were the replies. Mac
nodded efficiently. Mac went to walk out the door.
"All right well I don't want to be here for this one-"
"Yes you do!" Pete exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing her hand,
pulling her closer to him. "We've got something to tell you all, but it's
"We won't tell," Angie assured them.
"Swear it!" Paul replied, grinning. They knew what was coming next.
"Mac and I are dating-"
"You're doing more than dating!" Garry laughed. Pete continued.
"And it's serious."
"Really?" Angie asked. They nodded.
"Keep it quiet for now, all right?" Mac cut in.
"Sure Mac," Oscar answered for everyone there. She smiled.
"Good, well, there's that one done. I need to call HQ, sort out an
interview with the target's wife. Angie, you're coming with me..." She
drifted from hearing distance as she disappeared from the room they now
called the briefing room, housed with a large conference table and lots of
chairs. The factory was technically well-equipped, and Mac admitted that
she liked the layout slightly better than the older one, which held too
many memories as it was.
Oscar slapped Pete on the back.
"Way to go mate. You in love?"
"Thanks, uh, yeah...think so, you can talk."
"'Nother couple of years?" He grinned, leaning closer. "Angie not
ready to settle down yet, eh?"
"That is none of your business!" They laughed. "Anyway we have a drug
bust to do."
"Yeah, a big one."
"Been too long."
"At least you get to bash people up."
"Yeah, that's *always* good!" They both shrugged, standing and
walking back to their desks. "Hey Garry!" Pete called, getting the entire
factory's attention – including the newly employed, criminally clean,
background workers and technicians. "You're supposed to be organising this,
I'm trying to do a drug bust here and where the hell is my cover file?" Mac
appeared from down the hallway.
"Church!" He looked over at her, grinning as Garry approached with
"Sorry mate, can I please have my file?"