Agent B1A5 moved slowly down the narrow alleyway. His partner behind him had a long range rifle while he himself carried two hand guns. Agent B1A5 only carried one of them however as his other hand was holding his flashlight. Coming out at 2am was going to have a horrible effect on him come sunrise. Still, evil didn't sleep, so why should he?

"I smell him close by," Agent Frok spoke quietly, his words whistled slightly through the long fangs that protruded from the sides of his mouth. Agent B1A5 gave a nod and turned the flashlight off. They switched places and Agent Frok took the lead, his eyes worked better in the pitch black than the humans did.

They made their way further down the space between the two buildings. They could pick up a small scuttling sound, but the ambiance made it hard to discern where it was coming from. When all was silent again Agent Frok closed his eyes and sniffed. Their target was nearby.

"Hey, Frok."

Agent Frok started at his partners suddenly loud voice. Looking back he saw not one but two figures. The many legged target holding Agent B1A5 at gun point. Agent Frok realized with annoyance that it was his partners other gun. Not only had the target snuck behind them, but had taken the gun out of his partners holster.

"I found him!" the Human agent said, a clam and silly grin on his face. Agent Frok rolled his eyes, a habit he'd picked up from the human.

"Move slowly," their target hissed, "Or I blow his innards across the ground."

"Go ahead," Agent Frok replied with a sigh, and put his own weapon away. Agent B1A5 gave a melodramatic gasp. Their target responded by shoving the gun further into the humans back.

"Leave, and I get the food-"

Agent B1A5 turned and pointed his gun at the target. The target pulled the trigger and nothing happened.

"That was the gun I used earlier today," Agent B1A5 said with an even wider grin, "no charges left."

()

"You look like death," Hunk said looking his friend up and down. Lance groaned; a long whine that came from the very depths of his soul.

They were already late for their first class and Lance wasn't even dressed yet.

"I feel like death," Lance complained, "I think I'll take the morning off today."

Hunk sighed. This was the third time that week.

"I really think you should go to the nurse," Hunk said, worried, "if you're really that sick-"

"I'm just tired, big guy," Lance pulled his blanket into more of a cocoon fashion, "I'm not sleeping very well."

"Which is why you should go see someone," Hunk stressed.

"I'll be fine," Lance yawned, "If Iverson has a problem tell him to stop assigning stupid busy work as homework."

Hunk took a moment to be horrified. No one would dare backtalk Iverson, let alone tell him that the homework he assigned was 'busy work'. But Lance's eyes were already shut and his breathing was already evening out.

Hunk resigned and left quietly.

()

Lance had only taken a power nap, about 15 minutes, before he was up and dressed. Opening the window in his room he slipped out and dropped to the ground behind the line of drought tolerant bushes that grew around the garrison. Well hidden from any passing student, Lance pulled out a device about the size of a small tv remote. It was blue and black, technology that was shared by two other planets. Pushing a green button a holographic screen popped up and allowed him to type a message.

"Heading out. Last night was a success. I need three more charge containers. Report should be on your desk by noon."

He sent it and pulled a ball cap low over his face as he stood and sauntered off of garrison property.

()

"Oh My Gosh!" Hunk cried. Even Pidge dropped what he was holding. Lance walked into the afternoon class with a long scratch along one cheek, and a rather foul temper.

"What happened?"

"…I fell…"

"Where?"

"…is it that important?" Lance whined, "I fell and scratched my perfect face. Isn't that enough?"

"He's fine," Pidge shook his head and went back to work on their project. Hunk continued to tut and wasn't satisfied until he took a close up look at it himself. Finding that Lance had actually disinfected it and had applied a liquid band aid to it, he was able to calm down and also return to work. Lance joined them and his mood lightened as he played around with his friends.

()

"So, your face," Iverson asked, a small smirk on his own face.

"the interrogation was fine and all," Agent B1A5 sighed as he flopped down in the arm chair in Iverson office, "he got all pissy when I rubbed the fact that he tried to shoot me with an empty gun. I'm just glad his claws weren't poisonous. Can you imagine trying to explain away why my head is twice the size it should be? I'm already having trouble keeping up with my position here."

"You have something you wish to say?"

"Yeah," the agent scowled, "give me one assignment and then let me do it! I can't do galivanting off with Frok in the middle of the night, conduct the after party, and then be expected to live like a high schooler!"

"You applied for this position."

"Don't give me that," Agent B1A5 scoffed, "I'm on top of my job."

"And failing your fundamentals, I see," Iverson said bringing his grades up to look at, "for someone as talented as you, I didn't think English and physics would be your downfall."

"Hey, a rock was supermans weakness, pointless grammar and memorization is mine."

"Did you get any information?"

"The report will be on your desk after dinner," Agent B1A5 nodded, "I have make up work in biology to do first."

"Another subject you're struggling with?"

"to give a foot long name to a microscopic organism is what's stupid, not me."

()

"Agent Blas," Frok called as his partner stomped moodily into his small apartment room. He saw earth numbers as letters and often got confused between the two

"is there another mission?"

"Of course there is," Agent B1A5 snapped, "Because sleep is overrated, lets go. Some nut job decided to land outside of city limits and attack hikers this morning."

"Who would be out hiking at this hour?"

"Crazy people, Frok, Crazy. People!"

()

Months went by and Agent B1A5 climbed into his room from the window. Iverson had promised him a vacation. From this point on Agent K1B3 and his partner, Agent Houk, would be taking over First Call.

Three weeks of bliss.

Agent B1A5 looked over at his snoring roommate and smiled.

Three weeks of being a normal kid.

()

"Let me remind you that the only reason you're here is because someone better than you had DISAPLINE ISSUES!" Iverson roared in Lances face, "DON'T make the same mistake!"

Lance lowered his head and tried to not wipe the spittle off his face.

They really had done poorly, and not because of Pidge and Hunk. Lance knew it had been his fault and only his fault.

As they walked away Iverson stopped them, "McClain!"

"Sir," Lance saluted, face impassive.

"In my office after class!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Sorry, Lance," Hunk sighed, "I really can't handle the movement."

"Its not your fault," Lance said giving him a nudge. They spoke quietly as everyone watched the next team go through their simulation.

"humph," Pidge simply glared moodily at Iverson.

()

"This is not a good idea. Didn't Iverson say he wanted to talk to you?"

"yeah, I don't care," Lance shrugged as the lights in the hall shut off, "its probably going to be about how I'm never going to get anywhere else in life. Blah, blah, blah. I can lecture myself just fine, thank you."

"Lance, you should really go."

"I want to relax at the pizza shop and you should come with me," Lance grinned, "Now let's go get Pidge."

()

They followed Pidge up to the roof and watch as he set up his equipment. Hunk began to almost twitch as he focused on the tech. they snuck across the roof and waited for Pidge to notice them. When he didn't even turn around Lance grinned.

Reaching out he snatched the headphones off his head and put them on himself.

"…sepi…sa….comm…"

Lance felt the blood drain from his face. Pidge was jumping up trying to grab his headphones back, he couldn't hear was Pidge was saying, but he kept listening.

"Through….line…."

"Damn…" Lance took it off and handed it back, "what is that?!"

Pidge scowled up at him and then turned his attention on Hunk.

"Leave that alone!"

"Who built this?" Hunk asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"I did, now both of you, just go away!"

"Not until you tell us what's going on," Lance said folding his arms, "spill."

"Mmm," Pidge shifted uncomfortably and then pulled out his notebook, "I found readings…chatter outside out solar system."

"no way," Hunks jaw dropped and he was now inching away from the computer as though it might become sentient.

"Uh-huh," Lance said, "Like…aliens?"

"Yes," Pidge said firmly, daring Lance to laugh, "I've been picking up chatter and all sorts tid-bits for months. But tonight its crazy! Not only are the signals stronger, but you can make out all sorts of conversations!"

Lance sighed, "You sure you're not just picking up chatter from over seas? Or from the space station?"

"I'm sure," Pidge held up his notebook, "They keep talking about 'Voltron' and a weapon of some kind."

Lance frowned, "Voltron? What they heck is that?"

"No idea, but it must be important. They never shut up about it."

"Waitwaitwait," Hunk shook his head, "so there are actually aliens out there?!"

That's when the alarm sounded. Telling everyone to stay in their barracks. Looking up, the three of them saw the incoming ship.

Lance closed his eye and seriously wondered if he was cursed.