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The three girls of red, green, and yellow, ran down a long hall, their heels clicking on the ground with each step, causing the halls to echo. They were running as fast as they could go, in hopes of catching the criminal that they had let escape, while they contemplated on memories.
They had run quite far and almost reached Jerry's Office, running in this circle of a corridor. Before they reached the door, they stopped and eyed the area. In the center of the circle of an enclosed space, an open rooftop and plenty of planes parked there, unmoving, waiting for a soul to enter and pilot them.
"Damn, where'd that jerk go?!" Sam made a fist and put her other hand on her hip. She flipped her hair and walked forward, almost reaching Jerry's office when she found something to be wrong. Turning, she slowly walked over to the walls made of glass on the inside wall of the corridor. "What?" She put her hands over a large hole that was warm, heating her hands. The glass looked to have been melted, and around the bottom edges, part of it was still molten.
"Whoa! How'd he do that!?" Alex scurried over to Sam's side.
"It must have been from a gadget that he probably stole." Sam figured, walking away from the molten glass, as not to burn herself. "We'll have to report this to Jerry, if he stole a chopper, we might be able to track him down."
Sam opened her Com-powder and half of the lid filled with static and then a picture of Jerry came into view. He didn't look too happy, his eyes filled with worry, but his face stayed calm and his mouth barely twitched from agitation.
"Jerry, can you scan to see if any of the choppers have left WOOHP?" Sam asked. "Sorry, but we lost him." She shot Jerry a uneasy smile.
Jerry was busy tapping away at his keyboard that the girls could not see. He stopped and it looked as if hope had returned to his life once more. "Good news spies. One chopper has been turned on, and it's still inside WOOHP. It's in the very center."
"Thanks." Sam closed her com-powder and carefully went through the burnt hole, followed by Alex, and then Clover who almost singed her hair.
"Uhaaah!" Clover quickly jumped through the hole and stood near Sam.
"The very middle…" Alex pondered. "Is that where that big H is?" She asked, pointed to a mark on the ground. It was a circle, and inside was printed H.
The spies ran towards it like cockroaches from light to the insignia on the ground. When they reached it, they paused and stared around. There was nothing there. All three of them were looking quite peeved, especially Sam, who looked rather pissed than a little upset.
Sam noticed something shining on the ground and went to check it out. What she found almost destroyed her spirits. She was so hopeful to get revenge on Scam for what he did to her. She clenched her fists at the mere thought of it. His lips against hers, it was revolting! To think he had the nerve to do that! Sam sighed and picked up the item that caught her eye. It was a black box, the size of a large book, with a blinking red light near the edge, with wires dangling off of it, still sizzling with electricity running through it.
"Scam…" Sam narrowed her eyes. Then threw the box on the ground, shattering it's plastic coating and revealing more wires that sparked with voltage, burning any nearby shards of plastic close enough to touch.
"Sam!" Clover yelped with surprise at what Sam just did. "Calm down! We'll get him next time. Don't get so upset over it." Clover put her hand on her friend's shoulder to comfort her.
"No!" Sam pulled her arm free. "We should have gotten him!"
"Chill out Sam." Alex stepped forward from behind Sam. "We'll get him, I promise!"
Sam was quiet, shaking gently; the small sparks of electricity slowly dancing until they died, the wires lying motionlessly on the floor.
"It's no big deal Sammy." Clover said, almost in a whisper.
"Yes, I guess you're right." Sam half rasped out. She suddenly turned towards her companions with a grin. "I suppose it's not a very big deal that he got away this once."
Unlike most days in Beverly Hills, today was gloomy and dark, with gray clouds threatening the city with rain. Another hour later and soon the sunny town was hiding away from a storm that was drenching everywhere and everything. Each individual drop pit patted all the way down to earth and rippled puddles of water, reflecting the sky above like mirrors.
It was one such puddle that Sam was looking into. Her reflection was blurred as the raindrops poured onto her. She stuck a hand out of her green raincoat sleeve and caught a handful. Tilting her hand sideways, she let the small pool of water drip to the ground, making tiny splashes against the other puddles on the ground.
With a hefty sigh, Sam marched away towards a large school building, tugging her hood closely around her head. Her rubber boots splish-splashed as she walked, leaving ripples behind her.
Today was a Saturday, and she seemed to be here most of the time on Saturdays. It was only because she was off on a mission, and Saturday was the only time she could make up for tests and labs. It wasn't like detention for her, just an extra day of school.
As she walked inside the school building, pushing the door aside, pulling her hood back, a person wearing a brown cloak and a hat walked by, bumping into her at the shoulder. She almost lost her balance and fell when a hand grabbed her by the arm to keep her steady.
"Pardon me." The person said in a deep voice, then let go of her and left to go out into the pouring rain.
"Uh." Sam stood there, watching the doors flap, letting cold and damp air fly to her face. "He sounds so familiar." She put a finger up to her lips in thought. When she had realized, or at least thought she knew, who it was, she raced to the door and shoved it open, revealing nothing but rain and dark skies. "No… no one's there, but it couldn't have been… him." She turned around and headed down the empty halls to her science class.
It was quiet down the hall because she was on the second floor, where nothing but make-up work was held. Weekend detention was always downstairs. Probably where they can't bother us, she thought.
Entering her destined classroom, she spotted her two closes friends already seated, steadily talking away their butterflies residing in their stomachs. She waved her hands in the air and yelled a "Hey!" to them and they turned around to greet her with smiles. Sam strode over and took a seat in front of Clover, dumping her backpack on the ground, and pulled a pencil from a pocket.
She placed the pencil on the desk and continued to rid herself of the heavy raincoat, still damp from the shower outside. She threw it onto the desk and shook her hair out of any loose beads of water trapped in the forest of hair.
"Hey Sammy." Alex greeted, waving a "hi". She was sitting on her desk, wearing a long lemon colored shirt tied at the waist with a scrunchy, and black jeans. Apparently she wanted to look casual, except for Clover who looked rather depressed sitting in her chair, with her hands supporting her chin as she pouted. Her bracelets jingled about as she drew circles on the table. Her deep blue tank top wrinkled along with her light blue blouse as she moved. She had deep velvet like pants with black open toed high heels.
"What's wrong Clover?" Sam inquired. Clover was never upset unless she woke up with a bad hair day, or if Mandy steals a guy she's been eying. Sam noticed Clover's bare neck; apparently she hadn't worn her good luck charm. The gem even looked real. She wondered how much it cost.
Clover put a hand to her collarbones, feeling the protrusion of bone under her flesh. A tear almost rolled down her cheeks. "Sammy, you don't know what horrors I faced yesterday!" Clover laid her head down, outstretched her arms in front of her using the desk as a makeshift pillow. "My precious necklace was stolen!" She shed a tear and quickly, yet gently, wiped it away, as not to ruin her makeup. But already, her mascara was starting to fade, and her lip-gloss was loosing its shine from all her cries.
"Clover…" Sam put a hand to her blonde friends back and patted her like a small child until she calmed down a bit and sat up quietly, staring at nothing but her friends' warm smiles. "We'll help you find it. Promise." Sam shut her eyes and gave the most innocent smile she had inside of her.
"Yeah, all right." Clover replied, and almost beamed. "Thank God I have such good friends."
Sam was about to sit down, moving the wet raincoat away, when there was movement that caught her eye. It fell from her raincoat pocket and onto the tiled floor, bouncing ever so lightly that it made a jingling sound with what looked like a string of water falling to the ground, but still in the shape of spaghetti.
It was Clover's necklace.
And Clover saw that it was indeed hers.
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Hmm. It was supposed to be longer, but oh well. Kind of like a cliffhanger, but lamer. I don't like cliffhangers.
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Answer: No, I'm not really a Sam/Scam… Sam/Scam!! It rhymes! AND RIMES! Okay, well anyways I'm not a Sam/Scam fan. Sometimes stories just POP into your head. I totally forgot what James looked like. Was he a brunette? I could make a fanfic of that if you wish. IF. And MAYBE.
Questions: What would you like to read in future chapters? Notice, by now, I might have already written most, but if you have any ideas, I'll change them. Cause I'm writing for your enjoyment. And if you don't like it… well then the stories suck.
This is pretty long note; they won't usually be this long… Heh heh heh.
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