A/N: Sorry 4 The Delay...I've Got It From Here ;0. Thank yu to all my superfans who i kept waitign, but here it finaly, another part to my swtory of fern...

We got back to my house, Nick and Mike tried to fit on my bike while I rode it but they couldn't both do it so Nick had to run along side us. But Mike got the spare helmet and there was room on the seat.

We got back to my house and I left the bike in the driveway with room for dad to pull out. I was at peace for Nick and Mike to meet my dad, and they were too, and I was sure dad would be too.

Back at my house, I opened the front door and we stepped. In front of me, my dad steeped out to meet me. He was sweating like an ocean, from his head and othe replaces. I surmized that he must have been working out in the gym, the home gym we had made.

"Haha hey Fern who are you" he said to me.

I looked to Nick and Mike who were already introducing themselves.

"Hi Mr. Gully, I'm Nick (and I'm Mike), we're Fern's new friends from school." they looked at me for approval and through wed had our disagreements in the past I knew I could trust them and so they had it.

"Oh yeah I've heard a lot about you." said the dad.

"That's a really nice house you've got, mister Gully." Mike said with a big smile. I guess he was trying to make a good impression.

"Yeah…" said the other one "I really like that you've got a great in front of your fireplace. You know, without that, it could set the whole place on fire."

"Haha yeah we like to be safe :)" my dad answered. "Well sport I gotta get back to my workout, show your friends around the place if you want, there's extra protein shakes in the kitchen."

I belched at the idea. Then when my dad was gone I looked at the twins and the twins and I cooked my heads. They knew they should supervene behind me to get to what I wanted to show them.

We opened the back door and saw the backyard; with its rolling grass. The unblemished birchwood fenceline stood in the back like a row of soldiers protecting this hollowed ground we live on. There is the grill that my dad would make cookouts in.

I never got much use out of this place anynore but I'll never forget the memories I have of the past or the times I experienced here; like the time my friends when we were kids and I were playing catch but we didn't have a ball so Tony brought over his families old tennis racket and Patrick was throwing it around when he did a particularly bad throw and hit Tony right in the head! Knocking him out; and sheering off his eyebrow. It was really funny that Tony fell asleep like that so the other guys all drew on his face as a prank when he woke up. And in the very back corner of the back yard was the object of my whole desire - the shed.

I opened the shed door. It looked very normal on the inside but this was anything but normal. When Nick and Mike were in, I grinned a small smirk tapped the floor twice with my foot and activated the secret elevator. The floor started to lower slowely and made a lot of loud grinding noise and violent shaking which kicked up a lot of dust. The guys were really suprised when The walls went from being reenforced dirt to steel walls with light beams on the sides. The other guys were reality shocked and soon we hit the ground floor of my secret bace.

"Whooooaaaaaa, holy crap" intoned Mike.

"Yeah, whoa" agreed Nicm.

"How did you build all this?" said Mike. "How did you keep this a secret from your dad?"

Truth is, when the home gym was being installed, I got some extra contract work done by the same builders so dad wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Then Nick pointed up to a sign on the wall. The sign that says "Paid for by the UNDOD". ""UNDOD" What is that?" nick muttered under his breathe.

" The United Nations Depardment of Defense" responded Mike. I guess he was paying attention in class after all. "but why the acronym?"

"Plausible deniability" Nick said and nodded at me. I smiled. They were already sounding like true blackops. I finished staring forward and began showing them around the base.

That's right, my secret base where I carry out my secret agent operations. First up is the armory, which is filled with all the arsenal I've ever need on my deep cover missions. Next to that is my planning room where I have my supercomputer, which has access to all the worlds' networks across all continents and has backdoor access to the official government's databases. Then next to that is the training area ~ I can do AR/VR training for all possible combat situations and environments; Last is my meditation room. It's a single cushion in the middle of the room so I can relax my mind like Buddah, the walls can match any environment I desire with a little set up, this place lets me align my center of gravity for clearer thoughts and actions. Anyways, back to the gun room.

As I walked in, the walls flipped out and revealed racks over racks of guns were on the wall, from pistols to SMGs and assault rifles to combat shotguns, both main types - pump action and 12-gauge, and also sawed off ones, also sniper rifles and finally rocket launchers along with other high explosive. I had several kinds of gadgets and grenades - electric bolos, explosive caltrops, poison dart mines, infrared trip wire cutters, you name it. I have many different grenades too - grenades from all different modern world special forces, even an experimental plasma grenade (FOR ARMORED USE ONLY!). I even have a handheld T-203 Thermite Launcher replica from Titanfall, let me just say it's fully functional and is one bad ass gun.

I turned around and Nick and Mike's jaws' were on the floor.

"Take one each" I said sternly.

Michael and nick began looking at the different options ahead of them. Mick seemed to be looking at an aa12 with a double drum magazine and an acod scope while Mike appeared to be fingerling a sniper rifle with big bullets and a knife compartment for close quarters defense. It would be handy having some teammates with skills that complimanted my own. As each loaded up their guns and picked their load outs, we heard the elevator clank loudly to the ground floor. I heard a click. The door wooshed open and the guys suddenly turned and pointed their Lazer sites over my shoulders at was they thought was a threat.

"Hey! EASY BOYS! I'm just seeing my boyfriend!" said Jessica from behind me. She circled her arms around me and gave me a squeeze which made me feel.

I turned around and looked at Jessica, still holding me. Yep. She was the only one I told my secret work to. I was so glad she understood. She did more than understand. She worked back at base as my single point of human contact during missions. She was my lifeline to the outside world when I was on my covert operations in the field. She kept me appraised of special operations data when I needed it most. She smiled at me and I could see her really bright teeth and her amber eyes gleemed with love for me. This was what I was fighting for; the American values to love freely and every other right, and also West Virginia and the other 50 states that I called home.

The twins lowered their weapons and smiled. "Oh, hey Jessica. You know about this stuff?"

"Yep! I'm his tech support when he needs it."

"Uh, cool." Mike went back to checking the bolt action on his sniper rifle.

"Welcome to Inferno Squad, boys" Jessica said cutely throwing finger guns at the other guys while they finished their loadouts.

Then we heard a knocking on the shed door upstairs and my dad calling me form up there.

"Hey kids, who's hungry? I just finished my workout and I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" I heard dad making eating noises as a joke and then horse noises and other strange noises. "I have a 50% off coupon to Macaroni Grille."

"That sounds good, Mister Gully, we'll be right up!" said Jess. As we rode up the elevator, and on the way Jess turned to Nick and Mike and shushed them with one hand. "SHHH! Remember, Fern's dad doesn't know!"

"I'll keep my secrets to the grave" Mike answered.

We all got in the car and went to get food with my dad.

We were at the Macaroni Grill and the waiter was taking our orders. My dad created his own pasta like he always does when he comes here, he's a real artisan with his dishes: Spaghetti, lemon butter, meatballs: Jess got a salad. I got a double order of the mac and cheese bites; my favorite thing on the menu. The waiter took our orders nicely.

"Haha so Fern, so tell me about your new friends" said my dad.

"Well, my brother and I are on the football team" answered Nick. "I'm a linemen, which means I'm good in close quarters combat so Fern won't have to worry about - OW MY KNEE"

Jessica looked mad, she had kicked him under the table to keep him quite.

"Yeah," said Mike "and I'm the quarterback which means I'm good at judging distances for long range tactical-"

Jess kicked him too. I was really worried I would get kicked since I was sitting in between them.

"Now I know where i remember you two from!" bequeathed my dad. "You two are the reason we won all those games of football. Go Knights!"

I looked at Nick and Mike and gave them a nodding glance. They doing a great job distracting my dad so that I had some alone time to myself to think about my true problem; the assassin who tried to take my life. All I had as a starting point was a bullet casing with my name on it (not literally, it's just an expression). I had ran that through my supercomputer data analyzer and was pouring over the results in my head. The bullet casing had male DNA on it. And the shell also had an insignia on it for Smokin' Barrells' Gun Store. That was in my area. I starting thinking about how I would approach and all the things I would say, when the food arrived.

"Alright kids, dig in!" said my dad. He took a whole meatball into his mouth to eat it, which was way too much for him to swallow. He looked across the table at me wide eyed. Suddenly, after a second or so, he spat it back onto the floor! Everyone looked on speechless, but dad broke the silence with a joke to lighten the mood. "Oh man, well, five second rule!" He started to pick it back up but Jessica stopped him.

"Mister Gully!" Jess said. The guys laughed, I smiled to myself and shook my head.

"I guess your right" he said. "This meathball isn't fit for human consumption. It needs to go in the trash. Alley-oops!"

He held the meatball above his head and used both hands to toss it over the other patrons into the trash can - a perfect swish.

"Ding! Three Points!"