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The walk out of the WOOHP building left nothing short of an inner conflict within Sam. Nothing seemed to be working out in her mind. She understood that she was doing this for the sake of the world. Yes, she could kill him. To her unfortunate, she had killed many men trying to dominate the world before. She was the only one capable of this mission. The only spy with her IQ of almost 200, barely passing Jerry's intellect could think as quick on her feet as she did. She was the only one of Jerry's super spies who didn't put her heart ahead of her mind. She was a strategist, the best of the best.

Yet there is only one person to pass her intellect....

The door on her apartment opened wide. The lights were off, just as they always are when she left for the day. The morning of that same day seemed so far away that Sam couldn't believe it was the same day. So much had happened. School didn't seem like a major problem to focus on, according to Sam. It was easy for her. Clover still found it upon herself to worry about little things such as rivals, minor leads in a play, or college boys.

College boys...

Not men...

Sam tried remembering her last date in high school... "A psychopath trying to get revenge on every girl in school..." Sam said aloud as she placed her keys on the table near her bed. Marco- I mean Eugene... She went back and remembered the guy before that.

"A cold hearted invisible criminal trying to get away with his crimes..." she sighed as she let her hair fall from her ponytail. James...

"Ended up with the worst villain in existence...." Sam scoffed. David had such high hopes...but Mandy...

Boy after boy flashed into Sam's mind and the reasons it never worked out. "Wanted biology exam cheats... Humiliated me in front of whole school by flashing my love poem in the student assembly... Flashed the student assembly..." Sam sighed, just forgetting all of her bad crushes...

All of them were terrible boys that Clover insisted were the answers to their troubles. Being a spy would be so much easier if we all had a cute, hot college boy. Boy. Boy. Boy. Something too dumb to waste time on was her definition of boy.

And now, remembering the situation she was going to come across, Sam had to make a villain fall in love with her. "A real man," Sam cried aloud. "How can I get him?"

She fell onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. It was going to be impossible. He was the only person smart enough to pass her strategies. The traps she had planned to capture him into jail. One out of ten worked. He maneuvered out of each idea Sam had, making her look like a fool.

Now, she had to make him fall in love with her. She could backstab him and kill him, not feeling a feeling of remorse. She could do this, she was the only one of the girls that could...

Yet...

Why can't I?

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Meanwhile...

The streets of Beverly Hills were quiet. The pitter patters of his own feet were all he heard. A sports coat was covering his soaked to the bone skin, and a shriveled up hat covered his hair. No one could tell of his identity; but he knew. He knew exactly who he was and how he got there...

Years Earlier...

The swivel chair spun around and never seemed to be stopping. The office seemed to sparkle with success and a brand new feeling of hope. He smiled with glee, realizing how much his fellow employees cared. He had received the promotion of a lifetime. He was the vice-superintendent of WOOHP, leaving only Mr. Lewis ahead of him in control. He didn't mind. Mr. Lewis was like a father to him, taking him into WOOHP and watching him grow as a spy, an agent, and as a man. He wanted to please Mr. Lewis in his work.

A knock at his door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in!" he shouted as he jumped into his office chair to make it appear he was hard at work.

The automatic doors swung open, revealing a man with grey hair, and a few bald spots here and there. "Good morning!" Mr. Lewis smirked. "Liking your new facility?"

"Ah, very much so, sir," he responded. "I cannot wait to get started working."

"Isn't that what you've been up to in here?" Jerry smiled.

"Ah... you caught me," he smiled. "I will begin immediately looking over the forms of these new recruits you keep telling me about."

"According to our records, they should be top notch agents... with some training of course," Mr. Lewis stated. "Well I'll leave you to your work. Have fun. And once again... congratulations, Timothy."

"Oh yes, I'll have so much fun," he sighed. "And thank you, Mr. Lewis."

"You can call me Jerry..." Jerry smiled as he turned around and left the room.

A car horn woke him up to the present time. He scoffed and increased his walking speed. He hardened his hands and balled them into a fist. He passed by a brick wall and slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a tiny indent. He moaned for a second at the pain it brought. He looked at his hand and saw some blood starting dripping out of the small cuts on his knuckles. He wiped it off and kept walking.

He passed by a department store when he saw something. Huh? It was a girl with long red hair. Perfect long red hair. He couldn't see her face, but from her form, he knew who it was. He smirked evilly. "Well, Samantha, looks like my revenge will be happening a little more quickly than I expected." He went to step forward, and then stopped. He closed his eyes to think and grabbed his chin with his index finger and thumb of his right hand.

"It's not the three of them," he thought. "Only one of them. If I were to take her out, it would leave having the other two seek revenge after me, causing all of WOOHP to start looking for me more thoroughly than they are now." He started pacing back and forth. "Then again, Samantha is the smartest of them all, almost smarter than me. If I were to take her out, the others wouldn't know where to begin, leaving me the full opportunity to get rid of them all. However, once those other two annoying brats get something in their head, they won't stop. That will leave me having to think of another way to get rid of them, instead of all three of them together..."

He growled at the frustration of his current predicament. Then he started laughing. "Who am I joking?" he said out loud. A few people around stared at him strangely. "Just one more fun way to get my revenge!" He kept laughing. He started thinking once more. "Samantha is the smartest at WOOHP, I know. I was the keeper of her records at one point in time."

He walked into the department store. He could feel the gun in his pocket burning, wanting to be used. The sweat on his face grew as he nervously walked toward her. He went to grab her when...

He stopped. Dead in his tracks. "Eh... my feet..." he thought."Why won't they move? She's right there! The revenge I've been seeking for too long is almost beginning with the death of one girl. But why can't I move?" It was like the will of his body was against him. He put more determination into lunging for her. His will to kill her broke the will to not move. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to see the fear on her face. He smirked.

"Excuse me!" the redhead shouted. "Let me go!!!" The girl ran away.

"It wasn't her?" he questioned as his mouth was left open. "It resembled her so much..." Her hair looked like Sam's almost. Her body figure was the same. He could even tell they were the same age. He sighed. And yet there was so many different things too, he figured. Her hair wasn't the same. Sam's looked cleaner, as well as Sam was more developed in certain aspects of a woman.

"I shouldn't have jumped into a situation without settling it in my mind for a good hour," he thought. "I shouldn't act on rash like that again. I could become clumsy. My want for revenge shouldn't have ended like that anyway. Samantha shouldn't die like that. She should die more painful, more dramatic, and more graceful. She deserves at least that."

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On the other hand...

Sam's eyes flicked open to a blonde haired young woman. The half smile, half frown was a specialty of Clover when she was sad. Sam knew what was on Clover's mind. It was on her own mind too. Sam sat up and tried forcing a smile on her face to try and please Clover. However, the smile faded. Sam had to remind herself that emotions would make it hard to finish her mission, even though she hadn't started yet. "Hey, Clover," Sam said in a silent voice. "What's on your mind?"

"The same thing that's on your mind, that same thing on Alex's mind, the same thing on everybody's mind at WOOHP..." Clover shouted. "Jerry's making you make Tim Scam fall in freakin' love with you. This mission is crap! You're going to die, and I can't watch this happen silently. You have to think of another way, Sammy."

"There is none..." Sam spoke in a whisper, not looking into Clover's eyes.

"There has to be," Clover snapped into anger. "Okay, let's look at another point of view." She started pacing. "Okay, Tim Scam is evil and plans on wiping out billions of people, maybe. But, he is still a human being. You have to kill someone. Doesn't that affect you at ALL? I know he's a super-villain, so you kill him, but will you be able to put your heart into a situation like that without--" Clover was panting. She had run out of breath yelling. But she never finished her sentence, leaving Sam to wonder what she was going to say.

Sam finally looked into Clover's eyes, one of her best friend's eyes. She saw Clover was scared. Frightened. Angry. Sam let her mind wonder about what Clover meant by adding "without".

"Without what?" Sam questioned, her voice sounding stable and blunt.

"Without..." Clover paused. She stopped pacing and stood at the window of Sam's room. "Sammy, you're about the only person I know never to put her heart into the mission. But this time is different. I understand why Jerry chose you for the job. You're the most stable at this kind of thing. Heck, I'd probably die the first minute in this sort of task. But Sam, you did once feel something for him, I'm just--"

Sam started laughing. She couldn't contain it. Tears started to form in her eyes as her laugh started getting louder and louder. She couldn't get in a breath of air. "Y-you... t-think... pph... I'm going to... pph... Fall in love... with... pph him?!?!?" Sam couldn't contain it. The idea of loving him in real life was too hard to bear. Sure, he was handsome, but he was also down right evil. Sam could never love him in real life. Grant it, he was smart, intelligent, beautiful in his own way, but he was a super-villain. No, no she couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't....

"Oh..."Clover spoke. She turned around to look at Sam."Well, I'm glad to see the real you is still in there." She smirked. "I knew you wouldn't put her heart in that much." She crossed her arms and started laughing. "You and Tim Scam. You're right. Like that would ever happen!"

Sam smiled a little, happy to see her friend was finally beginning to understand why Sam was okay with doing this. Clover kept laughing as she left Sam's room.

Immediately, Sam frowned. Something Clover had said made this mission even more confusing.

But, he's still a human being...

You did once feel something for him...

Will you be able to put your heart into a situation like that without...?

Sam shook her head. "No, no, no," Sam whispered. A minute ago, she was laughing at the idea of ever having feelings like that with him, but now, Sam didn't know what to think...

"I don't want to now, never in a million years, no," Sam calmed herself. But... "Is it possible my emotions could unknowingly fall for him while making him fall for me?" Sam sighed. She really didn't want to think about this. Right now, she couldn't fall for Tim Scam. She was too set on destroying him for the greater good of the world. Her emotions were stable now.

Sam went into the living room, turned on the television, and starting watching the news. "Right now," she thought. "I won't think about what could happen if. Right now, I'll think about how to get started. I won't think about if I do start falling."

And she didn't think about it.

Ah! Chapter 2 is done. Now, on to work on Chapter 3!
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