8:24 p.m. – Somewhere in the U.K.
He was this town's last hope against the forces of evil.
Somehow over the years, the criminals either became smarter or the U.K.'s policy with criminals had slacked off. There were crimes daily, ranging from a kidnapping to a car hijack. He was only armed with a weapon and a vast knowledge of karate but, he would clean this town of all the filth known as crime.
Making his way down the dark ally, he somehow managed to back up into a group of convicts. These men were muscular, unshaven and were probably five times the size of him. But no matter.
He was a former spy and dealing with these kinds of men was part of the job description.
"Sorry old man, but don't you have to go play bingo at the nursing home?" One of the biggest convicts, who could be compared to a size of a truck, stepped forward. "Or do we need to tell the cops that you wandered away?" The others around him started snickering.
"Why I do believe you've mistaken me for someone else boys." The former spy dug into his pockets until his hand hit something. "You see, I'm a fisherman from the wharf." He took the tiny tube out of his pocket and in a flash; a net came out from the bottom of the tube, forcing the men into a tangle.
"I think I just made a catch!" He said triumphantly. "Thank you gentlemen for cooperating so nicely. Tata for now!" His British accent echoed off the walls and coincidentally, so did his ringtone. The former spy took out his cell phone and pressed it dangerously close to his ear. "Hello?"
"Jerry!" The voice shrieked. "What have I told you about playing video games right after dinner?"
"Sorry mother." Jerry apologized as he took off the virtual reality helmet. "But this Spectacular Smashing Bros. virtual reality game is positively addicting! I say, you must try it sometime mother."
"Jerry! I will not have you ruin your golden years for some adolescent video game. Now come on, you need your rest. After all, you are retired now." She walked back into the kitchen and started washing dishes.
Jerry sighed and dropped to the couch. Leave it to his mother to remind him about his retirement from WOOHP. It had been a long 3 years since he sat back in his old office. GLADIS was deprogrammed, WOOHP was now running by some young fellow named Larry, and his three best agents were graduating from Malibu University this year.
They were becoming successful ladies along with being former successful spies. Sam was going to become a doctor, Clover wanted to design clothes, and Alex got an offer from a widely popular soccer team. Of course, they had managed to find some way to stay together forever. He let a tear slide from his eye. He missed the old days. He missed his job.
He especially missed them.
He heard something vibrate on the floor and looking down; he noticed it was his game control. He was currently being beat up by those convicts again. Looking around nervously, he put the virtual reality helmet back on but, instead of seeing those video game convicts, he saw a real life convict facing him.
"Tim Scam?"
"That's right Jerry. The one and only."
"What…what are you doing inside my video game?" He asked in shock.
"I'm preparing to take over WOOHP. But I realized that WOOHP is so complicated. So many secret compartments and weapons I have no idea about. So I thought, why not get the man who knows WOOHP the most?"
"You'll never get any information out of me Scam." Jerry gritted his teeth and tried to punch the virtual Scam, but he only laughed.
"You idiot. This isn't a real video game. My associates only sold you my memory extracting helmet."
"Memory extracting helmet?" He mimicked. Jerry tried to pull off the helmet but was unsuccessful.
"That's right. I will finally know everything about the World Organization of Human Protection and when the time is right, WOOHP will stand for the World Organization of Hurting People."
"You'll never get away with this Scam!" Jerry yelled. Scam only laughed and pulled out a strange looking remote from his pocket.
"Ta ta for now Jerry." He pressed a button and Jerry's helmet started the extraction process. Pain started to surge through his head and all he could do was scream. If only someone could help him.
If only someone would stop Scam.
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10:43 a.m. Mali U Auditorium
"I can't believe we're all graduating Mali U this year!" Alex sadly whispered as tears fell from her eyes.
"Aww, don't cry Alex." Sam soothed. "Besides, you and Clover are finally out of school. I still have another couple of years to finish med school."
"Yeah well, along with leaving WOOHP, I'm leaving you guys for this soccer team. She looked behind her seat and into the audience. "Speaking of WOOHP, I don't see Jerry anywhere."
"Like, leave it to Jer to show up for our graduation late." Clover complained. She pulled out her cell phone from under her robe and sighed. Graduation started at 10:30 and there was no sign of former mentor.
"Don't sweat girls. I'm sure Jerry will be here any minute." All three girls focused on the droning Mr. Barshel making his speech in front. Suddenly, Sam's cell phone started to ring, causing all eyes to fall on her.
"Sorry." She apologized as she pulled it out.
"Who would call you at a time like this Sammie?" Alex asked. She and Clover leaned over to see who it was but, the named was displayed as Unknown.
"Hello?" All Sam heard was crying on the other end of the phone. "Hello?"
"Samantha? It's me, Mrs. Lewis."
"Mrs. Lewis?" Sam asked in shock. She and the girls exchanged looks of concern. Something was wrong with Jerry.
"I just called to inform you that Jerry will not be able to make it to the graduation. He had an accident with a video game he was playing."
"An accident with a video game?" Something didn't sound right. "We'll be right there Mrs. Lewis. Hang on!" Sam suddenly got out from her seat and forced her way past the row of students.
"Sam, where are you going? We're in the middle of a graduation." Clover asked.
"Sorry girls but looks like we got to cut this graduation short. Jerry's in trouble and he needs us!" Clover and Alex nodded heads and jumped over the row of students, pushing some down in the process. They had no idea but, once again all eyes were on them, with sweat drops forming on the sides of some of their heads.
This was turning out to be some interesting graduation.