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A/N: So Imogen has started her first mission in the last chapter, I've made a few alterations to previous chapters, so if you are returning to the story, PM me and I can easily sum up the changes. On with the next chapter, do you think that Imogen is up for the job?
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Chapter 04
I locked my bike up against a lamppost which shone dimly onto the street below. I scanned up and down the road and froze when a car shot past.
"Okay Immy, now's your chance," I heard Dwayne's voice in my ear.
"I'm going, I'm going," I murmured, rushing towards the drain and sliding it to one side. I gagged when the smell hit my nostrils. "Tell me you're kidding Dwayne?" I squeaked.
"No, I'm not kidding. I traced the signal from a webpost where the thief was bragging about the theft. I pinpointed the location exactly."
I sighed; took a deep breath and dropped down onto the ladder. With a huge scrapping noise, I moved the drain back onto the road.
It was dark, cold and the foul smell lingered in my nose. The walls were matted with a slimy moss and tiny clusters of lichen and what resembled limpets clung to the rungs of the ladder. I could hear a constant dripping noise above the sound of my sneakers making contact with the rungs.
"Any ideas who the thief is?" I asked, my hand slipping from the slimy rung, "Gross…"
"Well the webpost claimed that he is the next best super villain," Dwayne laughed a little.
"Amateurs, right?"
"What does that make you then?" Dwayne taunted.
I remained silent until my feet touched the filthy floor. There was a slight pool of water. I followed the tunnel, alongside the stream of sewage water.
"How does it smell down there then?"
"Well, you remember that anchovy and tartar sauce sandwich you left in a sealed bag and sent to the school as a science project in seventh grade. You wanted to test the effects of something or another. It is far worse than that."
"Oh wow…"
I was about to go around the bend when I heard a voice, laughing. I leapt across the water stream and scrambled up another ladder. I waited in silence, out of the way.
"What shall I take next? So many choices, so very little time. Such chaos shall descend on the residents of Upperton, Middleton and Lowerton."
It was a girl. Not a boy like Dwayne had assumed. To be sure, I stayed where I was until I knew they had gone. When I was certain they would be long gone, I dropped down the ladder. On looking at the state of my hands, I wiped them vigorously on my trousers.
"Directions Dwayne?" I demanded, eager to stop the thief.
"Don't look at me. I, oh, you know what I mean," Dwayne sighed, I could hear him tapping away at his computer.
"Please Dwayne, I don't doubt you but you are slow today," I moaned, normally Dwayne would be speedy and have a solution within seconds.
"There's a maintenance room; if your follow the sewer system round, you'll reach a blocked, dead end. It's not, there is a door there."
"Sweet," I mumbled, shuffling along the cold wall, looking around the corner and letting out a deep sigh when the coast was clear. I looked at the path ahead, Dwayne was right. The way was blocked by some gate. Like a flood gate which reminded me of some animated film that my brother made me watch with him.
I felt along the walls for some kind of handle or sign that there was a door there. Wincing at the feeling of the wall, I was able to focus on something other than the smell.
"Any luck?"
"No, not yet."
I brushed a loose bit of moss at the far edge of the wall that met the flood gate.
"Wait," I grinned cheerily.
My hands began to rub vigorously at the wall, brushing the remnants of slime and moss away. To reveal a large, metal door. I was not exactly expecting that, I held a finger to the earpiece.
"I found it Dwayne, I'm going in," I shook my body, as if I was preparing to get in the zone.
Opening the door, it squeaked terribly and I dragged it back. My mouth dropped as I saw the pipelines dotted about the short corridor and room at the end of it. I sidled along the side of the corridor. My feet walking along a metal pathway, it was like a pathway of multiple scraps of metal that had been welded together. The room at the end of the corridor was full of tanks, pipes, stairs and walkways. I stood in complete awe of the intricacy of the machinery in the room. At the top of one of the staircases was a white, circular platform. In the centre of the platform, was a book stand.
"The book," I gasped. Then I saw the thief, my eyebrows raised considerably, "What?"
I was staring at a person wearing a cheetah printed cat suit with a black mask and pointed cat ears. I sprang up the stairs, brashly, startling the cat girl. I held my fists up weakly as I reached the edge of the platform.
"Who are you?" I asked, hoping that Dwayne was sending for the police, or at least listening in.
"Me? Why, I'm Kitty Galore," She lifted her hands up to her mouth and began to lick it. I wrinkled my nose, it was like she thought she was a cat. "And who are you?"
"I'm Imogen, Imogen Stoppable."
Kitty Galore laughed, throwing herself at me and knocking me to the ground. I grunted, trying to kick her off.
"Feisty, aren't we?"
"Hey!" I heard a boy call out.
I craned my neck just in time to catch a glimpse of a masked, suited boy fly kick Kitty Galore.
"Brought some back up did you Imogen?" Kitty taunted, snarling and hissing at me and the boy.
"Get the book," the boy yelled, grabbing Kitty Galore's arm, holding it behind the cat girl's back. She winced in pain and struggled against him. I grabbed the book, holding it close to my heart.
"Come on then," I said calmly.
"No, get out of here Immy."
I flinched a little, he knew my nickname. I caught a glimpse of his eyes. Blue eyes and a messy mop of styled brown blonde hair.
I ran back to the surface, hoping that he would be okay.
Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = So out with another chapter, that was a long time since I last updated, but here you go! Reviews are great!