Tyson and Heather headed to the downtown clothing store about a half hour before the meeting was supposed to start.
"So, what exactly are we doing here?" Heather asked her partner.
"Because they're never going to let us in if we are dressed like crimefighters." Tyson explained as she went to look for some clothes. "We need to look like we are just simple clubbing party girls."
"Well that makes sense...I think..." said Heather.
The two then went into their respective dressing rooms to try out their outfits.
"You sure this'll work?" Heather asked her partner.
"Of course it will." said Tyson. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"We just started working together." Heather deadpanned.
"Good!" said Tyson. "Now come on, let's check it out!"
Tyson came out of the dressing room with her hair straightened in two pigtails with green and blue highlights, a different crop top, a mini-skirt, large hoop earrings, and knee-length boots.
"Okay Heather, come on out!" she said.
"Forget about it! I am not doing this!" Heather stubbornly said.
"Come on Heath, you have to do this." Tyson groaned. "It's the only way we can get into the club!"
"Fine!" Heather grunted.
Heather came out with a tight, strapless, knee-length dress, matching pumps, and her hair tied into a bun.
"Wowsers!" Tyson beamed.
"So, how do I look?" asked the redhead.
"Heather, you look so darn fabulous!" Tyson placed her hands on her hips.
"Thanks. You're not so bad looking yourself." Heather added. "If I were a guy, I'd kiss ya!"
"Fortunately for you, I am not." Tyson winked. "Now come on, let's go!"
The two cops headed to the club, where they waited in a pretty long line.
"Boy, this must be a really popular joint." Heather remarked.
"Yeah, but we gotta get in there and find out where Spydra might be." Tyson added.
Soon enough, the two arrived into the club, where there were many people dancing and raving like crazy. Flashing lights were everywhere and some R&B music was playing as well.
"Boy, this place sure is packed." Heather remarked. "How are we gonna track down Spydra's henchmen?"
"Quite simple, my orange-haired friend." Tyson folded her arms. "We go to the bar! That's where the real dirt is."
"True. So true..." Heather nodded.
They went to the bar, where the bartender was polishing some glasses.
"Hey big boy..." Tyson whistled to the bartender in a sultry fashion.
The bartender turned around and saw the sexy-looking Tyson. "Whoa! Hello little ladies! You looking for a shot? Cause I got something that'll knock your blocks off!"
"Of course handsome." Tyson batted her eyelashes. "We'll have two shots, please."
The bartender handed the girls two drinks, which looked pretty alcoholic.
Tyson and Heather both looked at the drinks uncomfortably and picked up the glasses.
"Well, here's to us, Jonesy..." Heather chuckled nervously.
"Bottoms up..." Tyson grinned.
The two of them clinked their glasses and started to drink the beverages. It made them feel a little disgusted and/or weak in the mouth. They quickly ran into the bathroom and spewed out the drinks, then ran quickly back to the bar.
"Just how I like em!" Tyson gave a thumbs up. "Shaken, but a little stirred."
"Must be an acquired taste..." Heather rolled her eyes.
Just then, Tyson saw some suspicious-looking men going into a room.
"That must be DuBois' men, I'm going to see what is going on..." Tyson whispered to Heather. "You stay here and try to blend in. If I don't get out in an hour, come in and get me!"
"How do I blend in?" asked Heather.
"Just dance." said Tyson.
"How do I do that?" asked Heather.
"Here! Let me show you." said Tyson.
Tyson grabbed Heather's arm and took her down to the dance floor.
"Okay, just move your body to the music." Tyson said as she started moving her arms like so.
Heather started to follow Tyson's movements and her hips started swinging and swaying to the music.
"Alright, yeah, now I see what you mean." She said as she started feeling the music.
"Good. Now keep on doing that, I'll call you if I need ya." Tyson said as she secretly followed the men into the meeting.
She went into the conference room, where she saw a bunch of people waiting for their boss. Just then, some sort of man arrived at the scene.
"Good evening everyone." said the man.
"Hello Mr. Swackhammer." said the gangsters.
"Thanks for coming out here tonight." said Swackhammer. "Now, the boss, Ms. Spydra is wanting us to do a raid at the Metro City Museum tonight. She wants us to steal these..."
Swackhammer showed them a slide of some ancient jewels. "These are the jewels that Spydra wants us to steal. At midnight tonight, we raid the place, steal the gems, and bring them back to the boss! We will be shipping them at the docks to her tonight at eight! You'd better be there!"
"Got it, boss!" said Tyson.
"Meeting adjourned." said Swackhammer.
As soon as everybody left the conference room, Tyson walked over to Heather, who was the center of attention on the dance floor.
"Go Heather! Go Heather!" chanted the clubbers.
"Yo Smith!" Tyson called to her partner. "Time to go!"
"Sorry Jonesy, but I am really gettin down! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh!"
"Come on!" Tyson grabbed Heather's arm and took her out of the club.
Author's Note:
Looks like our favorite duo has found their leads. Now, they must head to the dock and get to Spydra's lair. But will they be caught? Stay tuned!