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Operation: Perfect Little Angels
Town Hall in Dickinson Massachusetts 7:33 pm
Several city officials capture a young kid, possibly early teens, 15, 14?
"Hey man, what the hells your damage?" he's thrown to the floor. A dark silhouetted figure turns around.
"What do we have here?"
"My name is Scott Whitfield, Christ I was just taking a jog."
"Your not from here, are you Scott?"
"No, I'm from Cambridge, it's right over the hill, no one ever comes to this town." Scott said
"You seem to be a very troubled boy Scott."
"Look man, I was just trying to get a jog in, alright; look, I don't know what the hell kind of town your running, but I don't like it, just lemme go home before I call the police."
"That won't be necessary, I see you are boy in need of guidance." Another silhouette appears
"Look, you guys got issues, it's a free country man, if I wanna jog in your little perfect town I'll do what I damn well please!"
"I'm afraid we can't let you go Scott, your the perfect new child for this town." the second said
"Look, I don't wanna have to hurt anyone." Scott casually took out a spring assisted knife from his jacket pocket.
"Hey...hey boss he's got a knife!" [shcick!, the blade opens]
"Hold him down!"
"Take this you pig!" [stab stab]
"Ow!" Scott stabbed him twice, once in the lower abdomen, the other in the right shoulder. The other guard tried to get him
"Come here kid!" Scott then responded by elbowing him in the stomach, then the face, then shot the blade up and it cut off his right ear.
"AHHH"
"Get him!" more guards rush out
"You ain't taking me down!" Scott ran towards the nearest window, and broke out. Shoot, why ain't he in WOOHP? He did end up dropping his knife on the fallout. Scott dashed down the street
"Get a medic in here...and I want him captured immediately, I don't him poisoning the minds of our perfect children."
Southdale Junior High, next day 12:12 pm
Lee and Tony were giggling as the laid down a trip wire across the hallway, Nick walked passed.
"What are you gavones doing?" he asked
"Playing a prank on principal Shields."
"TONY!"
"Alright carry on." Nick stepped over the trip wire
"Huh?" Lee asked in disbelief "Don't you wanna know at least what it does?"
"Not really, but uh, those budget cuts are cutting to me and Stine's checks each week, perfect collateral payback."
"Alright, but happens when she asked where you two were?" Lee asked
"I'll say I was at lunch and Stine was elsewhere."
"Speaking of which, you two get paid like 5 grand a mission, and a cool house, why are you complaining about a few less duckets in your paychecks?"
"American pride Tony, you wouldn't understand."
"Speaking of pay, how come you me, Marc and Megan don't get paid." Lee pondered
"I dunno...come to think of it...I don't think any young agents get paid." Nick also pondered
"Well then, I do believe we have something to say to Mr. Teaching-spying-cheapskate-Lewis." Tony said
"Why don't you ask him then." Jerry's voice came from nowhere
"Jerry if you're gonna WOOHP us, at least have the courtesy to-[Whoosh]" The three landed into the plushy pink chair, along with Marc and Megan, Nick wondered
Jerry's office; moments later
"Hey where's Sti-[oof]" Stine fell right on top of him
"Uh, Nick, found Stine."
"Thanks Captain Sarcastic." they got up
"Cicero I do believe it's captain obvious-"
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID"
"Ahem, if I may." Jerry interjected. Everyone sat down. "Now-"
"Wait wait wait." Lee stood up "Jerry, before you send us on a dangerous life or death mission, as usual, where we will likely end up in a possible death imposing predicament, where we will very likely then inexplicably get out of using a gadget resembling some usual household or practical hand held item of your childish design to escape, and then catch some adolescent of older villain, with some evil agenda of a mission specific evil plan or somehow overthrow the world, with some kind of huge idiotic overkill device which we will indeed have to sabotage, catch the baddie, exchange witty banter then return home to our humdrum and utterly run-of-the-mill lives until you whoosh us down these expensive, monotonous, and basically ridiculously designed tunnels to start the robotic process all over again-[long deep breath] I have to ask you a question."
"Damn." Brian said
"I second that damn." Jerry added "Why can't you be more outspoken like this in history class?" Jerry asked
"Which reminds me, how did you get here Jerry, I thought you had a class?" Marc asked
"Well I had used a clone, then WOOHPED myself, I must say I could get used to that." "So what's your question, and don't feel afraid to rant using big words again."
"Okay." Lee began "How come Nick and Brian get paid and we don't!" Lee complained like a little baby
"Well that load of confidence didn't last long." Jerry frowned "But you do deserve an explanation, to be honest I never paid my young agents, Sam, Clover, Alex, Dean, Britney, Blaine, never; not once."
"So why were we different?" Brian asked
"Well for one you joined after your 18th birthday meaning I'm in big legal trouble if I don't."
"So why can't we get paid?" Megan started to complain
"Yeah." Tony added
"Okay fine, I'll pay you." Jerry dug into his pockets "Marc you get...23$." "Megan...a half eaten 5 stick pack of juicy fruit chewing gum."
"Gee, that hard work really paid off." she frowned
"Tony, uh...two paper clips, and a rubber band."
"Cool!"
"And Lee, you get...some pocket lint...and I think that's half a Snickers wrapper."
"Aw come on, at least have the courtesy to gimme the whole wrapper!"
"Yeah Jerry, this isn't a paycheck it's crap." Marc complained
"Speak for yourself, you at least got actual money." Tony added
"It's 2010, what can a boy genius do with 23 dollars American?" Marc asked
"In America...nothing." Nick chuckled.
"Well sorry spies but a paycheck is out of a question right now, we have a very tight budget."
"Yeah it's being spent on Nick and Brian." Lee whispered
"Actually it's being spent on the mayhem you all cause, shall I go to the montage?"
"No."
"No no."
"No it's quite alright."
"Good, now on with this mission..." Jerry turned on the monitor. "Alright, we have disappearances of children around your ages in the Dickinson Massachusetts area, the latest, a 15 year old named Scott Whitfield." "Sometime in the early evening last night." Jerry explained
"So you want us to go looking for him?" Nick asked
"No I want you to go to Six Flags on me prancing on roller coasters, whistling Dixie." Jerry rolled his eyes
"Alright."
"See you Jer!"
"Just a minute!"
"So close." Believe it or not they were halfway out the door.
"Sit down." Jerry ordered "Look, I also want you to go searching in the town and tell me what you find, there must be some connection with the disappearances."
"Alright boss." they said
"Gadgets, we have the multi-tool bracelet." "The see no evil sunglasses, and the laser lip gloss." " For Nick and Brian, fresh from the Eastern Blok and cause I feel like giving you these, the Kalishnikov 47, Akimbo Mac 11's, and the Walther P99 pistol." "Get to it spies, the future awaits, and maybe when you come back, you will be more mature members of society and not as greedy."
"We'll see about that."The four spies did the dress up thing
"Ha."
"Yeah."
"Ha, ha ha."
"Ho, ho, ho, ha."
"YEAH!"
"Good luck!" "Ta ta!" they hopped on the jet and sped off to New England.
TO BE CONTINUED...