So We Meet Again
Part 2
Candace panted and dragged her duff bag (which held so many unknown things...) to the odd elevator of the Agency. She was behind everyone, but took the time to observe her surroundings. All this time? There had been so much of a world of excitement and danger, just what she'd been looking for - But she'd been keeping the boys out of for so long. Maybe some guilt dawned upon her face. Or it could have been the huffing and puffing of carrying such a strong load. "Candace? Are you coming, or what?" asked Perry nervously from the other side of the shaft. "Coming..." replied the teen, as she tried to sweep away those thoughts and move on.
Meanwhile, it seemed everything changed from the fast pace of running and shock to finally beginning their mission and receiving instructions to the reality that was coming. Everyone gathered into a dark hallway, with metallic walls almost closing in on them form the anxiousness. Two men appeared at the doors and asked for Perry. He whispered something to them, they nodded and entered the passkey for the door, only to sprite back in on the chairs and make it look like they've been sitting there all morning. "Umm.. weren't you just... over there?" asked Phineas, pointing to the door with almost a question mark above his head. "Oooh, yeah, about that... well, the animals aren't good at punching numbers that hight off the ground," replied Monogram in a you-caught-me fashion. Carl simply nodded and flicked the remote, which turned on a screen slideshow projector that stretched across the room. The room had a long table, over a dozen chairs, and it was rather dark except for a beaming light that was shining down on the kids' heads, nearly blinding them from the angle. "This might come in handy," Perry reached under his coat and gave each of them fedoras. Each on had a different color, and he was careful to give it out to the right one. "What are all the different colors for?" asked Phineas with big eager eyes. "Wait, you'll find out soon enough," Perry replied. Monogram cleared his throat. "Ahem.. attention toward the screen?" and the lights dimmed. After switching from travel pictures to Burger Slushy coupons, the slides finally came to the map of their mission and the information. Candace shifted in her seat. "So, we begin by... Isabella?" "Right here and reporting for duty!" she said brightly. "Err, we invited her early. She already knows everything," Carl remarked from behind the box of slides almost taller than him. "Well, that was quick. Hi!" greeted Phineas. "No time for chit-chat. Screen. Now." We'll start at this building over here, right next to here...."
After half an hour of diagramming and planning their maneuver, the crew was ready to leave. Well, almost, anyway.
"Now, about the colors of the fedoras... (A/N this will be later edited. I'm currently waiting for a reply from someone who suggested this one bit. We'll continue for now.)
"So, about the building, we start with.... shrimp?" Candace clutched the instructions that where printed out and smudged. "We're not going to Seaworld to look at them, we're going to this restaurant over here. Under it's floors, that's where Raphael hid your parents... and we're going to get them back by disguising ourselves as cooks and serving him the shrimp! Eh? Anyone with me?" "Where's the shrimp?!" everyone agreed.