~*Chapter 7: Clues*~
*Next Day*
"Helga, wake up NOW!" Arnold yelled in my face.
"Arnold," I said grumpily. "Come here."
"HELGA WAKE UP!"
"What is it Bucko?" I asked.
"Mission time," Arnold said. He pulled off the bed blanket. "Get up, brush your teeth-"
'Sheesh, you sound like Mariam!"
"Whatever, Helga. We better get started." I finished getting ready in a flash, and so did Arnold.
"We will be coming back," Arnold said to Jesse.
"How long will you be staying?"
"As long as we need to," Arnold answered. He grabbed my arm, and pulled out of the hotel.
"What was that all about, Arnoldo?" I sneered. "'As long as we need to?' How long is that?"
"I don't know, that's why I said that!" Arnold cried. "Now, we have to find the little girl."
"What was her name?!"
"It says her name is Amanda, on the beeper," Arnold answered, showing me the beeper.
I pulled out my beeper, and it said, "tracking clues."
"Oh my GAWD! We are standing on a clue!" I said loudly.
We looked down at our feet, and there was a mark shaped like a butterfly. I pounced onto the floor, and looked at the marking.
There were words beside it: Agents or FBI, I have the kid, and we went somewhere-that is a secret. I will probably KILL her sometime soon. Gotta find me, to find her!
-Anonymous
I grabbed the antena of Arnold's beeper, and pulled it off. There was a fingerprint tracker, and I saw fingerprints by the words.
"Track him!" I screamed.
"Match, match match!" The beeper said. "Name: David Jake Thomas."
"Where does he live!" I screamed at the tracker.
"Show fingerprints," the tracker yelled back. I showed the fingerprint tracker in a little hole, and there it was!
"David Jake Thomas: North Street, take a left on Brooktree Way. Adress: 1237."
"Hey Arnold!" I said, motioning him to come, "look at what I found!" I grabbed my beeper, and beeped Wayne.
"Take us to North Street, and take a left on Brooktree Way!" I ordered.
"Got it," Wayne said. "Take your seats. We are taking off!" Minutes later, we were dropped off at his house.
"I am really nervous," Arnold said. "We are going into a kidnapper's house, Helga. What if he kills us?!"
"Shut up, Arnoldo."
I knocked on the door, a little shakingly.
"Who is it? Nobody is home."
"Agent 007, and Agent 002," I yelled through the screen door. A man, dark and mysterious, opened the door.
"Hello."
"Tell us the truth, do you know anything about the Amanda kidnapping?' I asked, pulling my shades down to my nose.
"Yes," the man said.
"Let us in," I urged. "Where is the child?!"
"I don't have her."
"Let us in!"
"I know who has her," said the man.
"Who? And what's his name?"
"First, I am Jake Thomas. Second, my brother has the same fingerprints as me, and he has Amanda."
'Take us to his home!" Arnold cried.
"Now!" I said, pointing out a lazer gun.
"Here we go," Jake said. We walked three blocks down, and knocked on the door.
*Next Day*
"Helga, wake up NOW!" Arnold yelled in my face.
"Arnold," I said grumpily. "Come here."
"HELGA WAKE UP!"
"What is it Bucko?" I asked.
"Mission time," Arnold said. He pulled off the bed blanket. "Get up, brush your teeth-"
'Sheesh, you sound like Mariam!"
"Whatever, Helga. We better get started." I finished getting ready in a flash, and so did Arnold.
"We will be coming back," Arnold said to Jesse.
"How long will you be staying?"
"As long as we need to," Arnold answered. He grabbed my arm, and pulled out of the hotel.
"What was that all about, Arnoldo?" I sneered. "'As long as we need to?' How long is that?"
"I don't know, that's why I said that!" Arnold cried. "Now, we have to find the little girl."
"What was her name?!"
"It says her name is Amanda, on the beeper," Arnold answered, showing me the beeper.
I pulled out my beeper, and it said, "tracking clues."
"Oh my GAWD! We are standing on a clue!" I said loudly.
We looked down at our feet, and there was a mark shaped like a butterfly. I pounced onto the floor, and looked at the marking.
There were words beside it: Agents or FBI, I have the kid, and we went somewhere-that is a secret. I will probably KILL her sometime soon. Gotta find me, to find her!
-Anonymous
I grabbed the antena of Arnold's beeper, and pulled it off. There was a fingerprint tracker, and I saw fingerprints by the words.
"Track him!" I screamed.
"Match, match match!" The beeper said. "Name: David Jake Thomas."
"Where does he live!" I screamed at the tracker.
"Show fingerprints," the tracker yelled back. I showed the fingerprint tracker in a little hole, and there it was!
"David Jake Thomas: North Street, take a left on Brooktree Way. Adress: 1237."
"Hey Arnold!" I said, motioning him to come, "look at what I found!" I grabbed my beeper, and beeped Wayne.
"Take us to North Street, and take a left on Brooktree Way!" I ordered.
"Got it," Wayne said. "Take your seats. We are taking off!" Minutes later, we were dropped off at his house.
"I am really nervous," Arnold said. "We are going into a kidnapper's house, Helga. What if he kills us?!"
"Shut up, Arnoldo."
I knocked on the door, a little shakingly.
"Who is it? Nobody is home."
"Agent 007, and Agent 002," I yelled through the screen door. A man, dark and mysterious, opened the door.
"Hello."
"Tell us the truth, do you know anything about the Amanda kidnapping?' I asked, pulling my shades down to my nose.
"Yes," the man said.
"Let us in," I urged. "Where is the child?!"
"I don't have her."
"Let us in!"
"I know who has her," said the man.
"Who? And what's his name?"
"First, I am Jake Thomas. Second, my brother has the same fingerprints as me, and he has Amanda."
'Take us to his home!" Arnold cried.
"Now!" I said, pointing out a lazer gun.
"Here we go," Jake said. We walked three blocks down, and knocked on the door.