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Here's chapter 4! I have made a couple minor changes to chapters 1-3 involving formatting and some text (for continuity errors. Just so y'all know, I am writing this as they are in their Junior year of high school, which I believe is part of Season 4 and maybe some of Season 3.) Once again, put a good amount of thought, work, and time into this, so I would really appreciate any comments you have to offer. Please, if you read, utilize that nifty little box down there and send me a review! Thanks for reading this; enjoy!

~Chapter 4~

"So here's the plan," Sam whispered. "Alex, you need to get her full attention. Maybe you could use the Hologram Projecting Mood Ring to trick her into thinking that you're trapped. While Alex is distracting Geraldine, I'll make a run for the control panel to cut the power. Clover, you hide in the rafters, and when I cut the power, the robots should shut down, and all three of us will jump on her. Sound good?" Alex nodded an affirmative. "Clover, got it? Clover? Clover!"

Both spies' eyes bulged with pure shock when they watched a streak of red boldly bolt across the warehouse floor. Stunned, neither could move from their crouching position behind the wall of crates. But since the computerized robots showed no such emotion, they promptly opened fire. All around, laser beams and smoke shrouded the warehouse. As the sudden frenzy erupted, human laborers flew for cover. The speedy blur remained on-course and unsinged, the robots having not once hit their target. Luckily for them, the red streak was unconcerned with them. Instead, it headed straight for the Geraldine Husk, who was also taken aback by its swiftness. With one well-placed and well-practiced kick, Clover sent her flying high across the room. The villain smashed into the control panel behind, causing an array of sparks to fly. The destruction of the mainframe resulted in the immediate demise of the robots, which paused and then fell dramatically, their metal bodies clanking resoundingly against the concrete floor. As Geraldine rubbed a hand to her head, Clover launched the Coil Rope Hair Bun, immobilizing her.

A WOOHP helicopter landed outside the warehouse, unloading a dozen agents to clean up the mess and load Husk. Jerry disembarked and strode straight toward Clover, completely ignoring the presence of the other two spies.

"Well done, Clover," he commended, a certain pride evident on his face.

"All in a day's work, Jerr," she brushed off nonchalantly. "Now, if we're done here. . . "

"Of course," he ushered. "As always, we'll be in touch."

With a nod, Clover ignited her Jetpack Backpack and zoomed off toward Beverly Hills. Jerry gazed after her in a trance.

The other two teenagers were still crouched, their expressions unbelieving. For the next few moments, all they could do was stare at the now-bustling scene, blinking every so often. Finally, Sam and Alex managed to stand up. They dusted themselves off in dead air and then walked over to join their boss in his wistful thinking. Alex was the first to break the silence. "Okay, so. . . what the heck was that?"

"I'm not quite sure," the baffled Jerry answered. "But I think Clover has just completed your mission in record time."

"No kidding!" Alex said. "But. . . we didn't even do anything! Again!"

"I'm getting awfully sick of her recent 'teamwork,'" Sam commented with an air of contempt.

"I don't doubt it," the old man replied truthfully. "But a mission is a mission, and Clover just put this one in the books."

"Yeah, but. . . what now?" Alex asked, obviously distressed.

"Carry on," he said distantly.

The sun was setting on the beautiful Friday night as the two spies flew back to their villa in a WOOHP jet, Sam and Alex the respective captain and co-captain. With each spy remaining in her own thoughts, the atmosphere was tense. Though neither spoke, both were thinking the same thing: What was up with Clover? Ever since that fateful day in the school hallway just over a month ago, she had never been quite the same. Before, she wouldn't do anything with Arnold; now, she wouldn't do anything without him. If they joined the planned activity, Clover and Arnold would completely ignore them. Without the exchange of words, the Clover's backburnered best friends reached a mutual agreement: Arnold needed to go. Not permanently, of course, but long enough for the three of them to get the girl-time that Sam and Alex so dearly missed.

The two girls leapt from the plane and parachuted to their backyard. All was silent and solemn until Alex dropped out of the sky and "accidentally" landed in their heart-shaped pool. Good-naturedly, she splashed a wave toward Sam, who unhooked her cables and jumped in after her "assailant." The two girls splashed around for a solid hour, relieving some of their pent-up stress. Soaked to the bone through their breathable green and yellow catsuits, the two teenagers toweled off before entering their dark and lifeless house. Not even bothering to flip the light switch, the two wearily crashed on the couch and waited for Clover to come home. When minutes turned to hours, sleep crept upon and captured them like they catch baddies.

Around eleven o' clock, the soft glow of a car's headlights flooded the driveway. Alex didn't stir from her peaceful slumber, but Sam sat up. Recognizing Clover's outline through the window, she yawned and stretched. So, the blonde finally decided to turn in after her glorious night on the town? But when she realized that the front door was being held open as Clover walked through, Sam rapidly resumed her resting position.

The elegant and stylish couple moved stealthily through the house, believing Sam and Alex to already be asleep. After they passed, Sam risked a peak. Beyond frustrated, the spy witnessed Clover pulling Arnold by his checkered tie into her spacious bedroom. Too curious, Sam followed quietly at a distance. She heard the door shut and the lock turn.

The redhead felt her heart drop in her chest. Deeply disappointed in her friend, she woke Alex and shared with her what had just transpired. After nearly an hour of hushed debate, the two finally came to an agreement. Sam whipped out her X-Powder to make the call.

"Jerr, we need to talk," she uttered.