YOSH! I finally made a fanfic! ('cause I don't have time to make comics anymore now that I'm bound to make a 'His Royal Highness' doujinshi)
Anyways, this is my first serious fic so please help me out by writing me reviews. Also, please forgive me if there's too much detail, I'm originally an artist not a writer, so yeah ^^"
Disclaimer: I don't own TS. TS belongs to Marathon and its original comic artist/s.
On a breezy Friday morning in Mali-U, Sam, Clover and Alex walked lazily to their penthouse after a mission from New York. While they watched Jerry's helicopter leave with the criminal, they wondered why they don't get to have a ride home but shrugged it off since Clover was plastering her face on a shop window. After they successfully pulled Clover's glued face on the window, they hopped into Sam's green Lexus and drove home.
"Phew! It's…finally over!" Clover said between yawns as she stretched her arms outwards, finally rid of the sitting position she had for the last couple of hours. "It's a miracle that we finally get a day off today, I'm beat." Sam added while she soothed her aching shoulders. "I'm too tired to talk…I want sleep!" Alex groaned.
Unfortunately, before any of them could throw themselves into their university penthouse, they heard a scream from an alley not to far away. "Looks like day off's cut short, let's go girls!" And as quickly as they ran, they were suddenly sucked into whole in the ground. Naturally, screaming their lungs out ensued.
A couple of bounces on a pristine Victorian sofa later, they realized that they were in one place they don't want to be at the moment – WOOHP.
"This is our day-off Jerr! You promised!" Clover shouted as she stood up, stomping the steel floor with her Jimmy Choo heels. Sam, also had enough, stood up and added "Yeah, and for your information we were about to –"
"There were other WOOHP agents in the vicinity and it's already been taken care of." Jerry cut Sam's addition as he sipped his earl grey tea. "So what's with the woohping?" Alex asked sleepily. "There's been a series of attacks on WOOHP agents. The man you just heard is also a WOOHP agent who was assigned to guard your penthouse while you were gone. He is now escorted to our infirmary."
Jerry's quick explanation silenced the girls for a moment, until Clover tried to reason that they would be okay and there was no need to be over protective of them. "After all," she said, "we are WOOHP's top super spies."
"Well then super spies, I'd like you to know that this one culprit had already taken down teams; even former agents such as Pam, Alice and Crimson. As for his motive, we don't know yet." Jerry paused, looked at the girls and then continued. "Since we consider this a threat, WOOHP concluded to let agents be armed at all times. Gladys…"
Soon after Gladys appeared, three jetpack backpacks were dropped on each of them. Each one contained the basics: a laser lipstick, extendable cable bungee belt, Com-powder, Hair-pick Lock-pick and their personal favorite, the Ice Queen.
"Wait, hold on a second," Sam protested. "Don't you want us to investigate?"
"No, our special task force is already doing the investigations. It's your senior year in college and we don't want anything to happen to you." Jerry once again ignored their protests.
"But Jer-"
"End of discussion, have a good day off spies."
And they were sucked up the ceiling and back to where they came from.