Just for those who may have come back to this chapter. I made a lot of edits. It was kind of hot off the press there was so a lot was wrong with it. *cringes*
"Wow it's so beautiful!" Megan gushed over the lit scenery of Paris.
Sure, the seemingly endless collection of light in the distance were pretty, but Tony was ready for action. All three of Dr. Martha, Dr. Neal, and Nixon were going to arrive, and he was itching for action .
"Yeah, it does look really good but we should stay focused," Lee said. "Marc, what is the status?"
"They're getting closer. I would say we have about five minutes until they arrive but their signals from their trackers are waning in and out either because they're extremely high in elevation or underground." Marc informed while examining the MPCom.
"This place is huge. Why don't we all split up?" Lee askedss.
"Because Lee, one against three or four won't be very good odds and I'm sure they will arrive here because that is why Dr. Ronald was only hanging around the 20th century art," Marc answered.
Nobody talked for a while as they waited. Outwardly everything seemed calm, and it was like the six of them were just idly siting on the roof, but Tony's insides were squirming. He was too eager and broke the silence groaning, "Marc, how long until they get here."
Marc signed at his brother's impatience, "I don't know about five minutes."
"That's what you said five minutes ago."
"Tony's it's only been two, and it's just an estimate. I'm don't know exactly when they will be here."
He frowned and slumped down and waited.
Marc checked the MPCom again,"There here and according to the GPS they should at this wing."
Tony enthusiastically hopped up.
He glanced up at the empty sky. "They must be intruding from underground."
All five of them were about to descend down, and then Fiona blurted, "Wait, I have a plan."
Fiver pairs of eyes turned to Fiona, and she shrunk a little self consciously but was able to straighten herself up again. She explained, "we should use our numbers to our advantage. Three of us should come from the east entrance and three of us from the west, and we surround them."
"I like the idea. Fiona, Tony, and Megan you guys go together to the east. Marc, Jeff, and I will be at the west," Lee ordered.
They used they BungeeBelt to hop off the roof and into the museum's court yard. White light lit the walkways but the three spies stayed in the shadows barely their silhouettes could be seen. They snuck out of the courtyard and under the arcades' of the museum.
When they got to the glass door of the gallery, Megan was the one to cautiously peek her head throughi, but all she saw was white wall. She tiptoed to the right to peer through the window. "This isn't good," she mumbled.
"What is it?" Tony blurted.
A harsh shush erupted from the both Fiona and his sister.
"What?" he whispered more softly.
"The guards are knocked out, and I see Dr. Ronald and one other. Probably that's the Gillet guy."
"Let's go then," Tony said hastily but kept his voice soft enough.
Megan used the laser in her EyeTech to cut the lock of the door. Everyone prayed to the high heveans that the door wouldn't dare to make a noise. She pulled it open gingerly. They breathed a sigh of relief when the door didn't make a peep.
They snuck in. Fiona was the last to enter. Tony glanced back to see how with unyielding concentration, she shut the door without any sound that would give away their close presence. Their light feet carried them as quietly as mouses behind a few display blocks. They peeked peeked from behind watching with only the moonlight providing light but a closer look.
Around the room guards were laying unconscious on the ground like fallen toy soldiers. A section of the smooth marble floor was destroyed due to a drill penetrating through it. The unidentified man was scanning the paintings on the wall and stopped at one to pointed at it. The man next to him Tony identified as Dr. Ronald pointed some kind of gun at it.
Tony was baffled. Are they going to vandalize it?
Dr. Ronald pressed the trigger and a thin bright light shot out. The bright beam outlined the frame of the painting and the painting i shrunk.
The unidentified man strolled over to it the artwork. The beam disintegrated and fell into his hands..
Monsieur Gillette was round and heavy. He seemed to be the kind of man who ate six meals a day with his wealth of money indicated by his well tailored attire.
He gingerly carried it to an open briefcase on a bench. He held it as if it was a delicate flower, placed it in the briefcase, and proceeded to another piece of art.
Megan quietly opened her briefcase and took as much Sticky String as she could hold.
"Stop right there," she demanded.
She sprinted towards them and launched the balls of string. It disentangled into long strands in the mind air. Once they made contact with Dr. Ronald and Monsieur, it entangled them in tightening lines.
The spies stepped closer into the light to reveal themselves. Then their expressions became flummoxed.
"WOOHP agents?" Dr. Ronald seethed. "But you're just a bunch of kids."
"What is this WOOHP?" The Monsieur Gillette asked.
"It's-"
"It stands for World Organization Of Human Protection, and we are here to stop you."
The chubby man scrunched his nose in disgust. "I'm doing any harm? Who are you protection exactly?"
Tony opened up his mouth with a snappy reply-
"Wait Tony, where are the other two?" Megan said in realization.
Tony suddenly felt something sweet creep into his nostrils. He was breathing in sone kind of fume. His sister's voice began to sound far away as his head felt heavy and eyelids uncontrollability dropped.
In a matter of seconds Tony felt his body collapse to the floor
