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Knock, knock.  "Enter."

Stress and Cowboy exchanged a quick look before entering the foreboding doors to the office on the fifth floor.  Kloppy's office.

After opening the door, and walking inside, the two agents approached the large mahogany desk against the back wall of the elaborate room.  Sitting behind the desk was an elderly man with gray hair and glasses, though his very stature emanated sheer power.  "Ah, Stress, Cowboy.  So nice of you to come so soon.  Have a seat.  I'm sure the others will be joining us shortly."  Kloppy indicated the six leather chairs that we set up directly in front of his desk.

Stress nodded and sat down in the first seat on the left.  Cowboy looked like he wanted to ask Kloppy what this was all about but obviously thought better of it and sank down in the seat next to his fiancée.

After only a few moments of sitting in silence, the door opened and two more people come in:  A short man with dark hair, brown eyes and small mustache and a woman, whose shoulder length dark brown hair with red streaks were worn in pigtails. 

Kloppy signaled to them to take a seat.  "I see you received the messages from Boots as well, Racetrack & Bookie.  Please, sit down.  We are waiting for two more agents to come to my office before we begin the briefing."

Race & Bookie clasped hands and headed over to their seats, Race sitting down next to Cowboy and Bookie sitting next to Race.  Bookie & Race were the only two current agents at NHQ who were married and didn't bother to hide it anymore.  Of course, for months after they had married, they tried to pretend they were "just friends" but Kloppy eventually found out.  He always did.  But, luckily, he gave his blessing and allowed them to continue to work together; the only rule was that they couldn't go on any missions together since it might be too risky.

Bookie & Race's marriage opened up many doors for relationships to emerge within NHQ.  Before their wedding the year before, it was unheard of to have two agents date, let alone wed.  Now, though, there was a couple who were engaged (Stress & Cowboy) and a few that were dating seriously (Cattie & Skittery, Pegasus & Mush, Gears & Crutchy, and Martini & Blink).

And, speaking of Blink and Martini, when the door knocked a third time it was them who entered the office.  Blink, a man with dark blonde hair and blue eyes, one of which was covered by a brown patch, and his girl, Martini, a fairly tall woman with waist-length blonde hair and blue eyes, entered the room and looked at the four occupied seats.

Before they could say anything, Kloppy rose from his desk.  "Blink & Martini, please join the others."

Martini & Blink sat down and waited patiently for Kloppy to begin discussing the urgent manner of the meeting.  But Martini & Blink, like Stress & Cowboy and Bookie & Race, were trying to figure out why there were only couples, couples that were distinctly told they would never work together again on a mission, in the room.

Kloppy took a deep breath and began.  "Stress, Cowboy, Bookie, Race, Martini, and Blink.  Welcome.  I'm sure you are all quite curious as to why I've sent for you.  As the note says, you are my six top agents at NHQ.  Therefore, it is only you that I am entrusting with this most secret of missions."  Kloppy walked from out behind his desk and pointed to the man leaning against a crutch.  "Crutchy, the lights please."

Crutchy nodded once and pressed a red button on the staff of the crutch.  "Sure thing, Mr. Kloppy."

"Thanks."  Kloppy walked over to the other end of the office and pulled down a shade.  "The projector, Crutchy."

"Got you covered, boss."  He pressed another button on the crutch and a picture appeared on the screen.

Kloppy pointed at the light brown haired man, wearing the tackiest bowtie, in the picture.  "This, my agents, is the evil Dr. Denty.  Once he was the infamous Bryan Denton, ace reporter for the New York Sun."  Kloppy used a remote control he kept in his pocket to switch the picture so that the screen showed a deranged man with no hair, yet still wearing a tacky bowtie.  "After an unfortunate accident that left him scarred and mentally damaged, Denton disappeared.  It has been only recently that we have linked Denton to the 'new' Dr. Denty.  This is where you all come in."

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Author's Note: And, depending on the amount of reviews I get on this part, I might just send out some more today! Mwahahaha…