Chapter 6

WOOHP HQ, 6:00 am.

Jerry leaned back in his chair, listening intently to Sam, Clover and Alex brief him on the events that had occurred at the Palace and what had ultimately forced them to bring King Nagawa to WOOHP Headquarters.

"So all we have to do is bust back in there and expose that fraud for what he is, put the real king back on the throne; easy, we'll be back in Mexico by tonight." Clover said after they had finished filling Jerry in on the details.

"I don't think it's going to be that easy, Clover" Sam said.

"We tried that earlier and look what happened." Alex added.

While Jerry and his spies conversed, GLADIS's "eye" centred on a small strand of hair not belonging to her that clung to her red spy outfit; reasoning this to possibly be evidence that could be useful to the case, a thin metallic arm slinked out of the ceiling of Jerry's office and plucked the strand away, she would have it analysed.

The three spies looked quizzically at GLADIS for a moment before Jerry spoke again.

"I am afraid that it won't be that simple at all. As you found out, the palace guards are fiercely loyal to this impostor; king Nagawa's people believe the man sitting on the throne now to be their real ruler. Besides, I don't believe it is this impostor that we have to worry about right now."

The three spies were silent a moment, confused that Jerry would not consider the person impersonating a national leader unimportant; but they quickly understood what he was hinting at.

"You mean whoever put the impostor where he is now." Alex stated.

"Someone has got to be masterminding this whole thing; if we put the real king back on the throne, there'd be nothing to stop them from replacing him again. So if we find out whoever is behind this and stop them, then Jmahl will be safe from being replaced again."

"Great, and once that's done we can get back to Mexico. What? My tan needs some ferocious work."

"We are questioning King Nagawa to find out if there's anyone he knows who may stand to benefit from the cease of the peace talks. Until then, there is nothing more you can do until we have more information.

"I'll get in touch with you once we have any leads on the case, until then you can at least relax a little bit. I felt so awful having to call you in on your vacation that I had you three booked in to the Beverly Hills Day Spa- it's the least I can do." Jerry said apologetically.

Jerry was pleased to at least see his three super-spies brighten up at mention of the gift he had given them- granted, it was GLADIS who had suggested the Spa as the peace offering.

When the three spies left, Jerry sat at his desk for a few minutes, finishing off some paperwork. As he put his signature on the last form, the door to his office burst open.

Jerry had been so engrossed in his work that he had been caught by surprise; with cat-like reflexes he stood in a fighting stance behind his desk, ready for any attacker. But he saw there was only one person entering his office. Jerry was surprised to see the face of a man he had not seen in thirty years, short cropped red hair, a grey pin-striped suit, his green eyes were filled with disdain and what looked to be a trace of smugness.

"What are you doing here?" Jerry asked, still a little surprised to see this man.

"Don't act like you don't know." The man said as he tossed a document onto Jerry's desk.

Jerry took the document and skimmed through its contents, his eyes widening in disbelief as he read.

"This is a mistake." He defended.