WOOHP Containment Facility Visitor's Room
The girls' visits to the CF had been a wonderful success, however there currently seemed to be few, if any asking for a visit with the hope of reforming. Yet former Miss Fish and Chips Beauty Pageant contender Bertha Crackenshell sat at a small white table awaiting a visitor. The 55 year old woman who adopted the last name of Bombshell during her brief villainy looked haggard.
The handle to the door across the room turned, the door opened, and a former flame and boss to everyone in the agency stepped in. Jerry looked at her intently and walked over. "Bertha," he said with a hint of sadness, and sat down across from her.
"Jerry," she replied, looking at him hopefully.
Jerry nodded to the athletic, kind-looking guard nearby, and the man nodded back in response.
The leader of WOOHP turned to the elderly prisoner and loosened his tie a bit. "I rarely visit people here, since most would rather not see me," he started. "In fact, most wish to eliminate me, including my own brother and sister," Jerry added.
"I see," Bertha said simply.
"I visit inmates at their cells if I need information from them, for my safety," he explained. "But for you..." he trailed off. "Bertha, the girls that stopped you... They've reached out to those who wanted to apologize to them and reform. Mostly girls their age who weren't hard cases," Jerry said.
"Well, I'm not their age, and I didn't want them. I wanted you," she said, and managed a thin smile.
"I appreciate that they stopped me from accidentally hurting someone when I was out of control. I think the WOOHP Age Reversing Serum affected my mind," she confided.
Jerry had his hands folded on the table, and he gazed at them a moment before looking back up to her.
"Bertha. All of this happened because you stole something," he said sternly.
"Jerry, you dropped your ID badge," she retorted.
"You were trailing me! But yes, what are the odds?" he asked, followed by a sigh. "Still, you could've returned it to me. And you simply have been content with your natural, beautiful appearance for a woman your age," he said.
Bertha looked down sadly. "I should've let go of the past, and my obsession with winning that pageant," she said in her distinctive British accent.
"Precisely," Jerry replied. "If only you'd called and talked your concerns over with me, you wouldn't be here, he said, gesturing to the room with an upturned palm.
"Yes, prison is dreadful for a woman my age," Bertha confided. "Though I was surprised to learn I'm not the only older woman here," she added.
"Indeed," Jerry replied. "Helga, Myrna, and The Granny. Also, my sister. All incorrigible," he stated. "People our age tend to get set in their ways. What about you, Bertha?" he asked in concern.
"Oh Jerry!" she replied, overcome with emotion. Her eyes teared up as stretched out her hands over the table. Jerry placed his hands out over hers and gripped them in a brief encouraging squeeze. He then pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to her. She dabbed away the tears under her eyes and handed it back.
"Thank you," she said.
Jerry smiled a bit as he returned the handkerchief to his coat pocket.
"Be a good girl, and I'll see about getting you back to Liverpool a bit sooner than later," he said.
"Of course, Jerry. Thank you," she returned.
"Very good, Bertha. Now, I must be going. Do take care," he said, and stood to depart.
"Goodbye Jerry," she said, and stood as well. She waved to him, and turned and walked off to the door from which he'd entered.
Months later- WOOHP Front Lobby
As with Stacy, the girls had asked about the release date for Susan (formerly FanGirl) from the Containment Facility. Once again, Jerry scheduled it for a Friday after classes, which was most convenient for the girls. They had just arrived in the front lobby recently, and soon a pair of elevator doors opened to reveal Susan in casual clothes that were found at her former lair and provided to her on release day. Alongside her was the familiar relaxed CF guard.
"Bye Frank. Thanks for everything!" she said, and shook the smiling guard's hand. She was enthusiastic as ever about anyone and anything related to spies. She turned to face Sam, Clover and Alex, who were chatting with a middle-aged man who was sitting on a nearby couch. He stood in recognition of the young blonde woman.
"Oh! Guys! Daddy!" she cried, rushing forward to wrap the girls, then the man each in a hug.
"Susan!" everyone else called, almost in unison. The girls glanced over at Susan's father cordially.
A few agents on their way out the front door for the weekend, glanced over at the pretty, boisterous girls, marveling a bit at the unusual sight.
"Sam, Alex, and Clover, I guess you met my dad. Dad, the best spies ever," Susan said.
The girls smiled a bit at that, and each greeted and shook Mr. Hollings' hand.
"I'm so glad to be free. Let's go!" Susan called out, pulling on the hands of Alex and her father, and leading them to the front doors.
The doors slid open, and the group exited into the chilly early evening air. Her father took off his coat and handed it to Susan, who thanked him and put it on.
"Honey," the man started, looking at her slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry I didn't visit you," he said, holding her shoulders, as the girls stood nearby, looking on. "I was shocked when I heard what you'd done. But I'm so glad these girls reached out to you. After they stopped you. And that you're going to be okay now," he said in relief, and wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders.
"Mm hm. Dad, I'm going to work here part-time, putting those tech skills I learned from you to good use," Susan said, turning her head slightly towards him. "Usually you wouldn't know this since it'd be classified, but the boss made an exception," she continued, turning around to face him.
The man nodded, then looked to the others. "I can't thank you three enough," he said, shaking hands with each of them in turn. "My girl has always loved spies, but I should've noticed when she moved out, and she became imbalanced," he said regretfully.
"Dad, it's okay. It was my fault. But now I'm helping the best spies around, and have three of them as my friends," Susan said, her voice hitching as she fought back tears. "And I'm going to college too," she announced happily.
"That's great, Susan. It was our pleasure to help, Mr. Hollings," Sam said. She stepped forward to grab both of Susan's hands briefly in support, then released them and stepped back.
"Yeah, take care Susan!" Alex said, holding her former enemy's hand in both of hers warmly for a bit.
"I'm sure you'll do great at WOOHP, just like Stacy. See ya around!" Clover said, and put a hand on Susan's shoulder in support. The girls stepped back, waved to Susan and her father, then walked off to Clover's car in the nearby parking lot. Susan and her father went off to a small black car nearby.
The girls got in, buckled up, and left the lot. Alex let out a quiet sigh. "Another happy ending," she said contently. Sam turned around in the passenger seat briefly to smile at her friend's comment.