W.O.O.H.P Prison – 11:24 pm

It was weird to think he'd been in prison for five years; five long years.
It seemed only last week when Sam and the other spies had trapped the members of L.A.M.O.S and thrown them all in jail.
Of course, he'd seen his favourite spy around the prison. She did work for WOOHP after all. But – oddly enough – he couldn't recall the last time he'd seen the redheaded woman. Maybe she was just busy?
She had to be in University by now.
That had to keep her busy.
More often than not, Tim day dreamed about his favourite spy.
Did she choose Biology as a major? Did she quit university? Did she still think about him?
Tim shook the plaguing thoughts of that spy from his head and concentrated on his current dilemma.
All he had to do was climb through this abnormally large pipe and – hopefully – come out a free man on the other side.

Eventually, he reached fresh air and took a deep breath.
"That was one hell of a ride man," Boogie Gus muttered following him out and brushing off the dirt from his orange jumpsuit.
Now, Tim Scam hated Boogie Gus. Everyone knew that. But he had to get out of that god-forsaken prison.
It had been far too long since the world had experienced his brilliance (and since he's seen Sam).
The only way to escape was with a partner in crime and he wasn't asking Myrna.
He'd rather die first. So he asked Boogie Gus.
"It could be worse. We could still be in that hell-hole," Tim grumbled, wiping his dirty hands on the jumpsuit.
"The food was alright," Gus argued.
The sirens wailed from the WOOHP prison.
"Come on!" Tim said gruffly, running away from the prison.
He wasn't getting caught yet, not without seeing her first.

Abandoned Warehouse – 6:05 am

They set up camp in an abandoned warehouse. Cliché, he knew.
Boogie Gus set about decorating the ugly building with bright lights and horrific décor claiming he couldn't plan without the lair looking like the 80's had thrown up on it.
He eyed Gus from over the radio he was fiddling with.
Maybe partnering up with Gus wasn't the best idea he'd ever had.
Tim Scam, meanwhile, had stolen a few electrical goods trying to tune into WOOHP's signal and see what Jerry was planning.
However, he just kept getting news stations which weren't good for him.
WOOHP would never leak that they let two highly dangerous criminals loose due to their shoddy plumbing.
The news was just obsessed with the latest celebrities which never really interested Tim.
Boogie Gus finished setting up the last strobe light before turning to stare sceptically at Tim.
Tim's eyebrow rose. "Yes?"
"I was just wondering if what everyone in the prison was true," Boogie Gus said.
Tim Scam put down his screwdriver and eyed up his 'partner in crime'.
"What did they say?" Tim asked, turning his attention to Gus.
"They said that you had a thing for the redheaded spy. Myrna has been spreading it around," Gus explained.
Tim rolled his eyes.
"No, I don't," He lied, picking up the screwdriver again to fiddle with the radio.
Gus sighed.
"I'm going to go out and look for some new threads. All this orange is killing me!" Gus complained, picking at his jumpsuit.
Tim nodded half-heartedly.
"Get me some clothes too," Tim shouted after him.

The first official meeting between the villains was not a good one.
Honestly, it reminded Tim of the one in L.A.M.O.S.
Neither of them had any good ideas.
Gus wanted to re-try his Eightyfier. Tim happily explained that he'd murder Gus if he tried to re-make that horrid device.
Meanwhile, Tim's ideas focused on not killing the spies but capturing them instead, using the excuse that they could torture them for information; or at least killing the two spies that weren't Sam.
He couldn't kill Sam.
After three hours of talking, six arguments and an incident where tea ended up all over Boogie Gus' new threads, they had a plan.
It wasn't a very good plan but it was a start.
But first they had to get into WOOHP headquarters and into the weapons lab to find old schematics of an invention of Tim's.
It was also known as the H.I.R.M (Human Intellect in the form of Robotic Machines).
With those, they could mass produce them, take over WOOHP easily and eventually take over the world (with Sam at his side).
He was sure that when they ruled the world and set the prisoners free (with the exception of Myrna); one of them would have the ability to change Sam evil. They could rule the world together.
But the only problem was getting into WOOHP.

They were getting more efficient. He could say that at least.
They'd only been out of prison for a week when the spies found them.
But they weren't his spies. Sam wasn't there. Neither was the one in the yellow suite or the blonde annoying one.
They were all different. Well, he'd seen one before.
The girl in the blue suit (Britney, he seemed to remember) but he didn't know the black-haired girl in the green suit and the blonde girl in the yellow suit.
All he knew was that they were fast. And he had to escape.
Himself and Gus hadn't even been out of the warehouse yet or fully sorted out their plan for infiltrating WOOHP when they found them.
Tim didn't know which hurt him more.
The fact he'd gotten caught so early on in the scheme or the fact Sam wasn't even there.
Gus and he were just sitting watching the news when – suddenly – the windows smashed and three spies rained down on their parade.
Safe to say, they ran.
Gus got captured first.
He was an easy target. He was weak, lanky and wore stupidly high heels.
Tim – on the other hand – was fit, fast and wore sensible shoes (even if the trench coat slowed him down a little).
Tim was captured only a few moments later. Britney caught him using just a standard piece of rope.
"Damn," Tim thought. "I really am getting old."
Later he would lie; saying he got himself captured so he could question the new spies on what happened to the old ones (not that he was bothered).
Britney grinned down at him triumphantly as one of the other girls rang up Jerry.
He could have asked Britney where Sam was.
She knew his precious Samantha. He remembered when Britney's plane crashed; the spies came to rescue her.
But he waited patiently.

It seemed like hours before Jerry arrived.
The first thing he did was tut as he wandered over to Tim's still form.
"Why do you try to escape Tim? We will always find you," Jerry said happily.
Tim rolled his eyes but kept quiet. How was it possible that Jerry hadn't aged a day since he put them all in prison?
It was impossible.
In fact, Tim didn't speak at all until him, Jerry and Gus were sat in the back of a WOOHP plane going back to prison.
Gus sat staring at his cuffs, probably mourning over his out-dated clothes and Jerry sat on his wallet-phone-thing.
"Jerry?" Tim asked. Jerry hmmed half-heartedly.
"Where's Sam?" Tim hated to say this but he felt vulnerable.
And Tim Scam does not feel vulnerable. Someone had taken away his Samantha and boy were they going to pay for it.
His Samantha. She was the only joy he got out of evil schemes anymore.
Whether she was all sweaty from fighting him or secretly applauding his science skills; she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Jerry's head jerked up in surprise.
Tim glanced up at his former mentor, giving him a tiny smile.
Jerry sighed.
"I'm not supposed to disclose information about ex-spies," Jerry said. "But you can't do anything with it, can you? You're going back to our high security prison."
Tim nodded, already planning another route out of the prison to find his Sam. Did Jerry put her on another case?
Why would he do that? She was his best spy. And not to big himself up or anything, but he was a pretty good villain (and hot too).
What if she had just retired? What if Sam had just found a man she loved and settled down?
Tim didn't know whether his stone heart could handle that.
"About a year ago we sent the girls on a mission. There was this little island where people were going on holiday but not coming back from. It should have been easy for them," Jerry's voice broke slightly.
Tim waited patiently. He just wanted to know what happened to Sam.

He liked Sam. Some could even argue that he loved her.
He always spoke to Sam whenever she visited the prison (which was quite often).
It must have been against W.O.O.H.P code to speak with inmates but she always found time to speak to him when she was putting away another villain.
They chatted about what she wanted to do with her life, reminisced about his past crimes and – occasionally – made small talk about the weather.
He couldn't mention that Sam spoke to him about adoring Biology and wishing to go into medicine to save as many people as she could.
That was his Samantha; always helping people.
"For five days we had no contact from them. Their compact powders refused to works and the chips in their bodies had been disconnected and returned to us," Jerry explained, recalling the image of three blood-soaked micro-chips embedded into a gift package.
"We sent other spies - like Britney – after them," He said gesturing to the blue suited spy sitting next to Jerry.
"But the island wasn't there anymore. It was like it had disappeared," Britney blurted out.
"Britney," Jerry scolded half-heartedly. Tim could see the fight disappearing from Jerry's eyes, almost like he'd given up hope on the spies being alive.
Samantha couldn't be dead. He could feel that she was still alive and out there somewhere.
"Is there any reason you should believe they are dead?" Tim asked.
Britney and Jerry exchanged looks. Jerry nodded once.
"Their suits came back," Britney started. "They were covered in blood. We checked the DNA and it matched. We doubt anyone could lose that amount of blood and survive."
Tim shook his head. Samantha was alive. She had to be.
"I'll come for you soon Sam. Just you wait," Tim thought.

W.O.O.H.P Prison cell 0102 – 8:01 am

It didn't take long until Tim was back in cell 0102.
"Home sweet home," He muttered sarcastically, throwing his orange jumpsuit on the bed.
Nothing had changed. His newspaper clippings were still hung up by the door, his planner was still beneath his mattress and his cell was still situated between Myrna and that weird mime dude.
"It didn't go well?" Myrna asked half-heartedly.
"Why do you care?" He huffed in reply. Tim couldn't think straight.
How could Sam be missing? She was W.O.O.H.P's top agent? She was meant to be invincible!
"Oddly enough although I am evil, I do love a good romance," Myrna said excitedly.
Tim eyed her through the bars.
"That fifty shades of trash you read is not romantic Myrna. Its border-line domestic violence," Tim replied, stretching himself out on his bed.
It felt good to be back. It was almost a shame he'd be leaving again so soon.
"I don't mean that!" Myrna snorted. "You and Sam! It's like Romeo and Juliet; Forbidden love and all that jazz."
Tim scowled.
"Romeo and Juliet is an over-rated piece of literature," He said, relaxing on the lump mattress. "And I don't love Sam."
"Yes you do! Of course you-."
"Quiet!" The security guard shouted, banging on the bars of Myrna's cell. She shut up immediately.
"Thank god for that," Tim muttered, shutting his eyes. He needed to get out of here and fast.

6 days later - W.O.O.H.P private jet – 3:21 am

Tim steered the plane easily. In another life, he may have even been a pilot.
You know, if he wasn't bent on revenge against W.O.O.H.P and all they stand for.
"So why are you flying to find Samantha Simpson?" the quiet voice in the back of his mind piped up.
Tim growled. Sometimes he really hated that voice.
He was only around fifty minutes away from his destination; the spy's villa.
He hoped to god it was still in their name or remained empty.
Although he was evil he'd hate to scare the crap out of some unsuspecting family.
"But are you really evil Scam? Breaking out of prison to find Samantha seems like something a hero would do…," the voice piped up.
"Shut up," He shouted to his brain.
He couldn't really love Sam, could he? Sure, he thought she was annoying beautiful when he first saw her.
And sure, she's the most intelligent person he knows (other than himself of course).
But they'd only met around 5 times and each time she threw him back in jail.
Tim shook the thoughts of Sam from his head.
Just because he thought about her all the time, didn't mean he loved her! Right?

Spy's villa – 4:30 am
He stumbled through the villa after disarming the alarm system easily.
Tim didn't want Jerry to know he'd escaped yet. He had to find Samantha first.
The villa was just how he remembered it.
And yes. He had been there once before.
After the Scamlar incident, he'd snuck into the villa through Sam's window; hoping to steal her away and force her re-make his Scamlar goo but once he saw her sleeping soundly, his plan ceased to exist. Tim watched her for longer than he'd admit; the rise and fall of her chest and small sleepy smile on her lips before sneaking back out of the window as silently as he came.

Tim scoffed as he wandered through the oddly decorated villa.
There were clothes everywhere, half-washed dishes in the sink and Sam's biology books were put in a neat little pile by the sofa.
It felt like they hadn't left. It felt like a regular villa that housed 3 teenage girls, complete with mess.
It was almost like they'd just popped out for groceries or a shopping trip.
It was weird. The villa wasn't dusty.
It was obvious Jerry visited it frequently to clean or – more likely – got someone else to do it for him.
Tim sighed, pulling on the collar of his bright orange jumpsuit.
He really needed to change his clothes (again) but first, he had work to do.

Tim didn't bother going into Alex or Clover's rooms.
It would be a waste of his precious time. They'd have no idea about the mission.
After all, Sam was the brains of the operation much like himself. Sam's room was oddly girly.
She had a pink bedspread covering her sheets with flowery pillows and a singular one-eyed teddy bear.
Tim scoffed, sitting down at her desk and moving the photographs of her and her friends out of the way to get to her laptop.
If there was one place the information would be. It would be on her precious laptop.
Tim turned it on then turned his attention to Sam's room.
It was pretty much the same as he remembered it; white walls and cream carpets with purple curtains.
Not one thing seemed out of place which seemed odd comparing it to the rest of the villa.
Sam wasn't tidy by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, she was probably the messiest person he knew.
That's why it confused Scam. The rest of the villa looked like a bomb had hit it.
Strange.
The laptop beeped at him.
"Shit. It needs a password," He grumbled under his breath.
Tim cracked his knuckles and leant back in the comfy leather chair.
Time to get thinking.

Spy's Villa 8:12am

Who would have thought the password would be WOOHP? Tim didn't.
Honestly, he didn't think she'd be so dumb to have such an obvious password.
He'd tried everything from ex-boyfriends to codenames for missions. He tapped through the computer.
There were an awful lot of photographs, a few essays and some very questionable videos but eventually he found the files for their last mission under the folder 'Operation Valarian Vacation'.
The small island was meant to be close to Fiji. Over twenty people had gone missing before the spies were sent on the mission and Sam had made a small fact file about each person.
The island was meant to be a holiday paradise owned by a Mr. Valarian.
Tim tutted and pressed print on the documents. He'd hoped there would be more to go on than a fact file of the missing people and a small brief but beggars can't be choosers. First, he needed gadgets. Secondly, he needed to get back on the plane and find his Samantha.
The printer sprang into life, chugging out sheets of paper.
Tim stood up with determination in his gaze.
There had to be some gadgets somewhere… or at least a change of clothes.