Chapter 3 On the Streets.
Alex stared out of the window of the whoop jet. Below she could make out the bustling streets of Manhattan. She anticipated the impending fall out of the plane that she and her friends would experience. After all Jerry could never just land at an airport or something. She looked over too her friends. Sam was reading a book and Clover was thinking of ways to protect her hair from the effect of falling ninety feet from an airplane. Alex had been a little disappointed at her inability to effectively use a gun but it didn't matter now. Suddenly their seats rolled back. "I think we've reached our stop!" Sam said as she watched the floor in front of her roll away. Then the seats they sat in slowly began to tip forward. "Well here we go again," Alex said, closing her eyes as the seat belts that were the only thing between them and the ground let go. "I hate it when Jerry does this to us!!!" Clover yelled as they plummeted to the ground. The parachutes, they'd been given earlier, opened violently. The girls were surprised by the suddenness of their opening. "Jerry definitely owes me a trip to the hair salon!" Clover yelled loudly trying to hold her ruined hair due in place. The three of them touched down in a small back alley. "Leave it to Jerry to pick a perfect place to touch down," Sam said, removing her parachute. "Perfect, my butt, look at all this garbage," Clover exclaimed as she took off her's. "Where'd you want to touch down? Central park? I think they'd notice three girls parachuting in from a stealth plane," Sam answered sarcastically. "Whatever," Clover replied with a wave of her hand. Alex just giggled at the little squabble between her friends as she took off her own parachute. Then they stepped out onto the streets. Immediately they got the sense of the crowded New York streets. People walked in every which way and in typical fashion seemed not to notice them. "I guess Jerry was counting on the fact that New Yorkers never seem to pay attention to anything," Alex wondered aloud. "Now, where is this hotel we're supposed to stay at? It better be over three stars," Clover asked. Sam thought a moment, "This way." The girls followed Sam to a large building with WHOOP written on the top. "I don't get. How can Jerry run a secret organization with advertising like that?" Alex asked. "It's his front. Remember his cover is that he runs a hotel. Well it must be several looking at that," Sam answered. "The agency's underground while the hotel's above ground, but like I said it better be over 3 stars," Clover said, joining the discussion. "Hey stop complaining we're staying there for free aren't we?" Sam said. "I know that's what I'm afraid of," Clover replied flippantly.
The girls stepped into the lobby and were surprised at how spartan it was. It was basically the usual whoop fare, blue walls. Soda machines lined the far wall and couches were placed here and there. The floor was matted with plush blue carpeting. The girls walked up to the desk. "Hi we have a coupon for a free room. Could we redeem this?" Sam asked. The receptionist nodded. Sam reached into her pocket and pulled the coupon out and laid it down. The receptionist read it over and then she reached over to the back wall and grabbed a key. She handed it to Sam. "Here you are Agent Simpson," Clover was especially surprised to here the "agent" before Sam's last name. Sam took the key, "Thank you. Have a nice day." With that Sam turned around and headed for the elevators followed, off course, by Clover and Alex. Clover was ready to ask her a question but Alex beat her too it. "Hey, Sammy how did they know we were spies?" "It's written on the coupon thing," Sam replied as they rang for the elevator. "Yeah but is it such a good idea to tell that to ordinary people?" Alex asked. "Well Alex it's like this. You know how whoop's front is a hotel? Well you see the employees are spies too so it's alright," Clover answered. Sam was a little surprised to hear Clover do some of the explaining when she was just as baffled. By this time the elevator had reached the ground floor. They stepped inside. Sam looked at her key which listed the room number and floor. She pressed fifth floor. The elevator door slid closed. Within moments they found themselves on the fifth floor which in true whoop fashion had blue carpet but white walls. "I'm really getting sick of the color blue," Clover commented. The girls noted the number order on the door and soon found their room. Sam slipped the key into the door. It fit like a glove. She turned it and unlocked the room then walked in to check it out. It was your simple hotel room. It had three beds along the right wall, a bathroom door before those. Across from the beds was a table and next to that, a dresser with a TV on top of it. The girls got settled relaxed for a while then got ready to hit the streets.
The girls stepped out of the hotel at about eight o'clock pm. It was just starting to get dark. "So where are we supposed to meet this contact person?" Clover asked. Sam pulled out her com-powder and opened it. She accessed the mission info. "It says here he'll be waiting for us near a back alley about twelve blocks from here. Near the Cathedral," She stated. "Then let's go girlfriends!" Alex said cheerfully. The girls walked at a brisk pace. The streets were rather deserted in contrast to their usual activeness. The girls came close to their rendezvous point. There was only one person there, a brown haired man wearing a black trench coat and black sunglasses. "Agent B.O.B. Good to see you again," Sam greeted with a smile. "Ah-ha Jerry never told me he was assigning you girls to this mission. With star agents such as yourselves this mission will be a great success." The girls knew B.O.B. well. They'd worked with him on several assignments most notably of these was the "Here Comes the Sun" mission as it was called by the spies. "So what have you got for us," Clover asked, getting straight to the point. "Ah yes well the dealer usually shows up around eight-thirty p.m. Then he sets up near that dumpster for business," B.O.B. explained while pointing out the dumpster he'd just mentioned. "Thanks B.O.B. we can take it from here," Sam said, relieving him of his duties. "Very well I'll be staying at the Whoop hotel so if you need me just call there," B.O.B. replied. "Sure thing, see ya later," Sam said. With that B.O.B. turned and walked off.
Sam surveyed the area. "We need a place to hide then we can stake out the area," Sam stated, putting her finger on her lower lip in thought. Alex walked over to some old boxes. She leaned closer and tripped over one falling into the pile. "Alex, you're a genius! C'mon we'll hide under these," Sam said with a smile. "Sure anytime," Alex said with an embarrassed smile. Clover raised a complaint as Sam arranged the boxes so they would be better concealed under them "You have got to be kidding. There is no way I'm getting in those old moldy boxes," she said defiantly. Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her in anyway. "Too bad someone's coming it may be the drug dealer. We don't have time to find anywhere else." Clover groaned as she situated herself under the pile of soggy boxes. The drug dealer was wearing the usual "yo" clothing. He had long baggy jeans around his knees and a baggy white shirt down to his knees. He also wore a Yankees baseball cap. He looked around to ensure he was alone, then he lifted up his shirt to get at his pocket, exposing his boxers. Alex cringed at the site of the man's underwear. "Ewww over sharing much," she commented. Sam shushed her. The dealer reached into his pocket and pulled out several packets. Some were cocaine; others were of a strange red powder. Sam slipped her com powder out and looked up the red drug in whoop's data-base. "That's it. That's cardimein," she informed her friends. They watched for several more moments. Clover sighed in boredom and looked down. Her eyes spotted a rat crawling from under one of the boxes. Her instincts took it from there. Clover shot from the boxes and screamed, "RAT!!!" Alex followed suit. "You idiots he spotted us!" Sam yelled in frustration.
The drug dealer jumped in surprise then quickly shoved his packets into his pockets and started to run. "He's getting away!" Alex yelled. "After him!" Sam yelled jumping to her feet. The girls kicked themselves into high gear rushing after the man who ran deeper into the alley. "Do ya think you could have yelled a little louder, Clover? I don't think he heard you clearly enough," Sam said sarcastically as they ran. "Hey that rat almost touched me!" Clover retorted. "Chill guys!" Alex said in irritation. "C'mon we almost got him," Sam said as she was just about to pounce of the fleeing criminal. Suddenly the dealer reached to his other pocket and pulled a gun. Sam jumped to the side and pressed herself against the brick wall just before the pistol's barrel erupted. A bullet hit the concrete. Clover and Alex stepped back but not Sam. "Oh no, this isn't good anymore!" Alex said urgently. The dealer aimed for Sam again, who in turn stood her ground. Sam narrowed her eyes in determination. The dealer was sure he had her this time. He smiled. Sam jumped aside the moment before he pulled the trigger not giving him enough time to adjust his aim. The bullet hit the wall. The dealer tried to aim for Sam again but before he could he felt a powerful kick impact his wrist. The pistol flew to the ground where it slid on the pavement. Sam rushed to recover the gun before he could. The dealer knew he was outclassed and tried to make another break for it. But before he could another kick impacted on him. He crashed to the ground with Clover standing on top of him. "Who says platform shoes are useless?" She quipped.
Clover stepped off of the dealer, who sat up in a dazed state from his impact on the ground. Sam approached him, thought up a quick cover story, and then explained it to him. "Alright we're with the NYPD. There are a few things we would like to know. Namely who is your supplier?" "I didn't know we were with the NYPD. What is the NYPD?" Alex said in confusion. Clover whispered their story in Alex's ear while Sam listened to the man's reply. The guy sneered and spoke in a broken form of english ignoring many grammatical rules, "You ain't gonna be gettin' nothing out of me, sweet cheeks." Sam frowned and cringed mentally at the degrading title he'd slapped on her. "Look buddy ..." Clover started but Sam shushed her. Sam knew that letting Clover lose her temper would just make things more difficult. "Look if you tell us what we want to know then we're willing to cut you a deal. We'll let you go as long as you agree to give up drug dealing and only if you tell us what we want to know. Look we're giving you a chance to put your life straight." The dealer remained defiantly silent. Sam figured she could lie to him a little since it was doubtful he knew law. "C'mon it's a good deal. The sentence for carrying a drug like cardmien is life." The guy was silent for a few more moments. Sam turned to Alex. "Fine. Call our squad chief, tell him we got our man," Sam said to Alex to further her story. Alex understood what Sam meant for a change. She pretended to reach for a hidden walkie-talkie. The spies could plainly see the man's now nervous expression. "Alright! Fine, I guess I can't be refusing you then. The due you be wantin' runs the Rite Aid pharmacy down the street from here," the dealer explained. "Where does he get his drugs?" Sam asked. "Yo, I don't know that. I told you everything. Now just be lettin' me go." Sam knew that was probably all she was going to get out of the guy. "Alright you can go." She said with sigh. The dealer stood up and walked back toward the alley. He mooned them as soon he thought he was at a far enough distance. The girls paid no attention to him. "Are we really going to let that creep, go?" Alex asked nervously. "As if! I'm going to arrange for B.O.B. to have a cop coincidentally passing by," Clover said opening her com-powder. "Are you sure that's such a good idea? We did promise the guy," Sam said. "We promised him the 'we' wouldn't turn him in ourselves. We never said anything about a different officer. Besides don't you want to take a drug dealer off the street?" Clover replied. Sam nodded "I guess you're right. We would be saving a few people from possible drug addiction." Clover made her call while Alex pulled out her own com-powder to check the New York map and find out where the Rite Aid that they would most likely be visiting next.
Alex stared out of the window of the whoop jet. Below she could make out the bustling streets of Manhattan. She anticipated the impending fall out of the plane that she and her friends would experience. After all Jerry could never just land at an airport or something. She looked over too her friends. Sam was reading a book and Clover was thinking of ways to protect her hair from the effect of falling ninety feet from an airplane. Alex had been a little disappointed at her inability to effectively use a gun but it didn't matter now. Suddenly their seats rolled back. "I think we've reached our stop!" Sam said as she watched the floor in front of her roll away. Then the seats they sat in slowly began to tip forward. "Well here we go again," Alex said, closing her eyes as the seat belts that were the only thing between them and the ground let go. "I hate it when Jerry does this to us!!!" Clover yelled as they plummeted to the ground. The parachutes, they'd been given earlier, opened violently. The girls were surprised by the suddenness of their opening. "Jerry definitely owes me a trip to the hair salon!" Clover yelled loudly trying to hold her ruined hair due in place. The three of them touched down in a small back alley. "Leave it to Jerry to pick a perfect place to touch down," Sam said, removing her parachute. "Perfect, my butt, look at all this garbage," Clover exclaimed as she took off her's. "Where'd you want to touch down? Central park? I think they'd notice three girls parachuting in from a stealth plane," Sam answered sarcastically. "Whatever," Clover replied with a wave of her hand. Alex just giggled at the little squabble between her friends as she took off her own parachute. Then they stepped out onto the streets. Immediately they got the sense of the crowded New York streets. People walked in every which way and in typical fashion seemed not to notice them. "I guess Jerry was counting on the fact that New Yorkers never seem to pay attention to anything," Alex wondered aloud. "Now, where is this hotel we're supposed to stay at? It better be over three stars," Clover asked. Sam thought a moment, "This way." The girls followed Sam to a large building with WHOOP written on the top. "I don't get. How can Jerry run a secret organization with advertising like that?" Alex asked. "It's his front. Remember his cover is that he runs a hotel. Well it must be several looking at that," Sam answered. "The agency's underground while the hotel's above ground, but like I said it better be over 3 stars," Clover said, joining the discussion. "Hey stop complaining we're staying there for free aren't we?" Sam said. "I know that's what I'm afraid of," Clover replied flippantly.
The girls stepped into the lobby and were surprised at how spartan it was. It was basically the usual whoop fare, blue walls. Soda machines lined the far wall and couches were placed here and there. The floor was matted with plush blue carpeting. The girls walked up to the desk. "Hi we have a coupon for a free room. Could we redeem this?" Sam asked. The receptionist nodded. Sam reached into her pocket and pulled the coupon out and laid it down. The receptionist read it over and then she reached over to the back wall and grabbed a key. She handed it to Sam. "Here you are Agent Simpson," Clover was especially surprised to here the "agent" before Sam's last name. Sam took the key, "Thank you. Have a nice day." With that Sam turned around and headed for the elevators followed, off course, by Clover and Alex. Clover was ready to ask her a question but Alex beat her too it. "Hey, Sammy how did they know we were spies?" "It's written on the coupon thing," Sam replied as they rang for the elevator. "Yeah but is it such a good idea to tell that to ordinary people?" Alex asked. "Well Alex it's like this. You know how whoop's front is a hotel? Well you see the employees are spies too so it's alright," Clover answered. Sam was a little surprised to hear Clover do some of the explaining when she was just as baffled. By this time the elevator had reached the ground floor. They stepped inside. Sam looked at her key which listed the room number and floor. She pressed fifth floor. The elevator door slid closed. Within moments they found themselves on the fifth floor which in true whoop fashion had blue carpet but white walls. "I'm really getting sick of the color blue," Clover commented. The girls noted the number order on the door and soon found their room. Sam slipped the key into the door. It fit like a glove. She turned it and unlocked the room then walked in to check it out. It was your simple hotel room. It had three beds along the right wall, a bathroom door before those. Across from the beds was a table and next to that, a dresser with a TV on top of it. The girls got settled relaxed for a while then got ready to hit the streets.
The girls stepped out of the hotel at about eight o'clock pm. It was just starting to get dark. "So where are we supposed to meet this contact person?" Clover asked. Sam pulled out her com-powder and opened it. She accessed the mission info. "It says here he'll be waiting for us near a back alley about twelve blocks from here. Near the Cathedral," She stated. "Then let's go girlfriends!" Alex said cheerfully. The girls walked at a brisk pace. The streets were rather deserted in contrast to their usual activeness. The girls came close to their rendezvous point. There was only one person there, a brown haired man wearing a black trench coat and black sunglasses. "Agent B.O.B. Good to see you again," Sam greeted with a smile. "Ah-ha Jerry never told me he was assigning you girls to this mission. With star agents such as yourselves this mission will be a great success." The girls knew B.O.B. well. They'd worked with him on several assignments most notably of these was the "Here Comes the Sun" mission as it was called by the spies. "So what have you got for us," Clover asked, getting straight to the point. "Ah yes well the dealer usually shows up around eight-thirty p.m. Then he sets up near that dumpster for business," B.O.B. explained while pointing out the dumpster he'd just mentioned. "Thanks B.O.B. we can take it from here," Sam said, relieving him of his duties. "Very well I'll be staying at the Whoop hotel so if you need me just call there," B.O.B. replied. "Sure thing, see ya later," Sam said. With that B.O.B. turned and walked off.
Sam surveyed the area. "We need a place to hide then we can stake out the area," Sam stated, putting her finger on her lower lip in thought. Alex walked over to some old boxes. She leaned closer and tripped over one falling into the pile. "Alex, you're a genius! C'mon we'll hide under these," Sam said with a smile. "Sure anytime," Alex said with an embarrassed smile. Clover raised a complaint as Sam arranged the boxes so they would be better concealed under them "You have got to be kidding. There is no way I'm getting in those old moldy boxes," she said defiantly. Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her in anyway. "Too bad someone's coming it may be the drug dealer. We don't have time to find anywhere else." Clover groaned as she situated herself under the pile of soggy boxes. The drug dealer was wearing the usual "yo" clothing. He had long baggy jeans around his knees and a baggy white shirt down to his knees. He also wore a Yankees baseball cap. He looked around to ensure he was alone, then he lifted up his shirt to get at his pocket, exposing his boxers. Alex cringed at the site of the man's underwear. "Ewww over sharing much," she commented. Sam shushed her. The dealer reached into his pocket and pulled out several packets. Some were cocaine; others were of a strange red powder. Sam slipped her com powder out and looked up the red drug in whoop's data-base. "That's it. That's cardimein," she informed her friends. They watched for several more moments. Clover sighed in boredom and looked down. Her eyes spotted a rat crawling from under one of the boxes. Her instincts took it from there. Clover shot from the boxes and screamed, "RAT!!!" Alex followed suit. "You idiots he spotted us!" Sam yelled in frustration.
The drug dealer jumped in surprise then quickly shoved his packets into his pockets and started to run. "He's getting away!" Alex yelled. "After him!" Sam yelled jumping to her feet. The girls kicked themselves into high gear rushing after the man who ran deeper into the alley. "Do ya think you could have yelled a little louder, Clover? I don't think he heard you clearly enough," Sam said sarcastically as they ran. "Hey that rat almost touched me!" Clover retorted. "Chill guys!" Alex said in irritation. "C'mon we almost got him," Sam said as she was just about to pounce of the fleeing criminal. Suddenly the dealer reached to his other pocket and pulled a gun. Sam jumped to the side and pressed herself against the brick wall just before the pistol's barrel erupted. A bullet hit the concrete. Clover and Alex stepped back but not Sam. "Oh no, this isn't good anymore!" Alex said urgently. The dealer aimed for Sam again, who in turn stood her ground. Sam narrowed her eyes in determination. The dealer was sure he had her this time. He smiled. Sam jumped aside the moment before he pulled the trigger not giving him enough time to adjust his aim. The bullet hit the wall. The dealer tried to aim for Sam again but before he could he felt a powerful kick impact his wrist. The pistol flew to the ground where it slid on the pavement. Sam rushed to recover the gun before he could. The dealer knew he was outclassed and tried to make another break for it. But before he could another kick impacted on him. He crashed to the ground with Clover standing on top of him. "Who says platform shoes are useless?" She quipped.
Clover stepped off of the dealer, who sat up in a dazed state from his impact on the ground. Sam approached him, thought up a quick cover story, and then explained it to him. "Alright we're with the NYPD. There are a few things we would like to know. Namely who is your supplier?" "I didn't know we were with the NYPD. What is the NYPD?" Alex said in confusion. Clover whispered their story in Alex's ear while Sam listened to the man's reply. The guy sneered and spoke in a broken form of english ignoring many grammatical rules, "You ain't gonna be gettin' nothing out of me, sweet cheeks." Sam frowned and cringed mentally at the degrading title he'd slapped on her. "Look buddy ..." Clover started but Sam shushed her. Sam knew that letting Clover lose her temper would just make things more difficult. "Look if you tell us what we want to know then we're willing to cut you a deal. We'll let you go as long as you agree to give up drug dealing and only if you tell us what we want to know. Look we're giving you a chance to put your life straight." The dealer remained defiantly silent. Sam figured she could lie to him a little since it was doubtful he knew law. "C'mon it's a good deal. The sentence for carrying a drug like cardmien is life." The guy was silent for a few more moments. Sam turned to Alex. "Fine. Call our squad chief, tell him we got our man," Sam said to Alex to further her story. Alex understood what Sam meant for a change. She pretended to reach for a hidden walkie-talkie. The spies could plainly see the man's now nervous expression. "Alright! Fine, I guess I can't be refusing you then. The due you be wantin' runs the Rite Aid pharmacy down the street from here," the dealer explained. "Where does he get his drugs?" Sam asked. "Yo, I don't know that. I told you everything. Now just be lettin' me go." Sam knew that was probably all she was going to get out of the guy. "Alright you can go." She said with sigh. The dealer stood up and walked back toward the alley. He mooned them as soon he thought he was at a far enough distance. The girls paid no attention to him. "Are we really going to let that creep, go?" Alex asked nervously. "As if! I'm going to arrange for B.O.B. to have a cop coincidentally passing by," Clover said opening her com-powder. "Are you sure that's such a good idea? We did promise the guy," Sam said. "We promised him the 'we' wouldn't turn him in ourselves. We never said anything about a different officer. Besides don't you want to take a drug dealer off the street?" Clover replied. Sam nodded "I guess you're right. We would be saving a few people from possible drug addiction." Clover made her call while Alex pulled out her own com-powder to check the New York map and find out where the Rite Aid that they would most likely be visiting next.