Gregory's Angels

-Prologue-

Once upon a time there were three very different boys…

The first was Christophe de Lorne, a French brunette boy. He had a passion for rebelling and a hatred of both God and dogs from a young age. Trained from childhood Christophe was by far the most known. At just age eight he pulled a resistance that changed the apocalypse and literally reversed his own death.

The second was Kyle Broflovski, a fiery American redhead. Born a computer prodigy, he traced a terrorist who placed a snuke in none other than Hillary Clinton by age eight. At age nine he helped to stop a war against whales and dolphins with a modified picture.

The third was unexpected talent, Kenny McCormick, an American blond boy from South Park, Colorado. He had a true knack for disguises for either gender. He became the most well-known superhero of South Park, fighting against Cthulhu alongside his friends. A terrific actor and singer, he flirted his way past enemies by age nine.

These boys became three very different men…

Christope de Lorne became Ze Mole, an untraceable spy.

He dropped from the sky, feet hitting the guard's head along the way down, knocking the man out cold. He landed in a kneeling position on the ground, a hand pulling a smoking cigarette from his mouth. He exhaled smoke, taking in the shocked guard on the other side of the door. He motioned his head to the right, and the guard followed the signal and ran.

"Huh..." Mole said, "I didn't expect that to work." He opened the door swiftly, placing the smoke back inside his mouth and pulling out a pistol from either leg. He aimed outwards of both sides, entering casually. Inside, the men stopped playing cards to gape at him. "Whoever stays, dies." he said simply with an impassive face. "Well?" he urged.

The men eyed him up and down before putting up their hands and walking out the back door in a single-file line. "That was easy." he said after the last man left. Shrugging, he walked over to the computer, strapping his pistols back and taking another drag from his cigarette.

Kyle Broflovski became Red, hacker extraordinaire and long-range shooter.

The scope of a sniper rifle was positioned with practiced hands, the lens focusing through the forest toward an enemy soldier partly covered by leaves 400 meters away. Red breathed out slowly, watching the man kneel to gun down another. Wind pressed against his sides, camouflaging ghillie suit resisting it and staying in place even as the wind picked up to a harsher force. Red took aim, counting the gravity and wind direction before he pulled the trigger. A shot rang through the forest, a bullet hitting the target. Eyes widened, mouth gaped, blood splattered and the enemy body thudded to the ground. "North man down." his spotter reported. Red smiled thinly, pride filling his chest even as remorse hit. He pushed away both emotions however, when his spotter called out another soldier's distance and direction.

And Kenny McCormick became Princess, mistress of disguise and bomb expert.

The bomb counted down, ticking each second that passed. "59 seconds and counting." reported a computer.

"Goddammit, Kenny, disarm it already!"

"My name is Princess!" she stated, crossing her arms.

"50 seconds and counting." the computer reminded.

"What the Hell, man, you're arguing over this now?"

"Of course I'm arguing over it now!" Princess huffed. "Apologize."

"40 seconds and counting."

"Holy shit, shut it down!"

"Apologize," Princess repeated seriously.

"You're just going to let us all die?!" the man yelled, coming close to hysterics as the computer reminded them of the time.

"30 seconds and counting."

"Not if you apologize," she replied easily.

"You're being a bitch." he said.

"Fine, then we can both die one."

"20 seconds and counting." the computer rang out.

"I'M SORRY!" the man finally yelled after a pause.

"Relax, dude," she said nonchalantly, turning back to the bomb. She yanked out all the cords at once, pocketing her forgotten wire-cutters. "It was an easy diffuse."

The man fainted while Princess sighed. "At least he learned a valuable lesson...Probably." Heels stepped over him on her way out, the bomb behind her forever paused on 10 seconds.

Together, they were an unstoppable team. One Gregory was proud to call, "Gregory's Angels." Even if Kenny laughed every time he heard the name.