Adams looks at Jerry and asks: "What should we do, follow them in or order another medical urgency unit?'
"I think we better follow them, but not before I know how Alex is. Pretty soon they all will be asking that. What are you going to do about the boy?"
"He'll stand trial and that will be that. He's a sexual overzealous brat, but that's about it. Oh, and he can't stand being turned down. Pity he looked bright enough."
"We all make mistakes, but this was a biggie, as they say." Both men look at another and share a sad smile. While Adams walks inside, Jerry calls Whoop sickbay.
"Ah Jerry, "the doctor answers, "we ran an MR-scan. There are no damages on the brains or spine. She will be fine, severely concussed but apart from the head-wound no other injuries, except some bruises. Oh, and as she is in a very athletic state, recovery will be extremely swift. Psychologically on the other hand ..." The doctors voice trails off. Jerry knows what he is thinking. Spies who are afraid and can go in a frenzy are dangerous. Not only for themselves, but especially for their comrades. He will have to deal with that later. Alex was known to recover mentally very swift too, but twice in a row?
"Oh and there's another casualty, Grzegorz is brought in. He isn't as lucky as Alex. He's in operation chamber but I fear he won't be using his legs any longer."
Jerry is at loss, Grzegorz was the agent he sent after Alex's handbag. He must find out what happened and fast, but first the girls.
As Jerry meets Adams in Mandy's living room he hears a friendly chitchat from the girls. Fear has a tendency to get people together. Well no need to keep them anxious any longer. "Well girls, the doctor told me Alex is going to be fine. All is as well as can be expected. She probably can have visitors tomorrow."
All three girls heave a great sigh. Adams doesn't look too pleased though.
"Miss Amanda, I have to plead once more for extra security. You are living here practically on your own. This is a big mansion, not easy to protect and yet you don't want any of my personal around. After today this can't go on, I'm sorry. There will have to be a permanent guard around consisting of different people."
Mandy looks at the Secret Service executive. "You go and have ...." Her voice trails off. She knows he is right. It's becoming too dangerous. Sooner or later some bad guy is going to find out and then it's all over for her. She looks at Sam and Clover. They were so sweet to her ... Oh Lord, what is Alex to her? The despair shows on her face.
Adams and Jerry dislike these situations, but whenever the possible victim realises their condition ... they know they've won. They can go their way to protect them. But that's counting without Mandy.
She throws a fierce full look at the two men. "You two are going to put me up with loads off security people and ... I DON'T BUY IT. I want to live a "fairly" normal live! I admit this is becoming dangerous. But I don't want intruders in my house."
Clover looks at Mandy and comments: "Way to go Mandy, call them their names. They deserve it. If you knew what Jerry makes us do?" Damn, what did she say?
Suddenly Jerry and Adams look at one another. That's it. THE SOLUTION. Whoop together with the Secret Service. The girls can live together and the spies keep an eye on miss Delaroyale. She isn't bothered with Secret Service Agents, but still will have protection. Damn those girls are good, Adams knows, he's been informed on their actions. Whoop had to, after all the president's daughter, even renegade, is something to bear in mind. Now, ... how to convince miss Amanda?
Mandy knows something is going on in the mind of these detestable public servants and she wants to know what. She's very much afraid she isn't going to like their ideas. Adams puts on his stern Secret Service face and declares: "Miss Delaroyale you need 24 hour protection. I'm sorry but those are the facts. Today, an experienced agent of a friendly company almost died. If it weren't for the prompt intervention from agent Sam you both would have been dead. And all because you don't accept protection." In the mean time Jerry is busy with his wallet-communicator. It seems it's pleasing him and he gives Adams a nod and whispers something in his ear.
Mandy knows it's true. She is a renegade. She is stubborn. She asked Alex out, so she could get killed. She's a danger for her surroundings. If ever a psychopath killer would come around for the presidents daughter, all of Bev. Hills High ...
Suddenly she feels an arm around her shoulder. She looks up and ... drowns in Clovers eyes. The blond girl looks straight at her and ... hugs her.
"Mandy, I've been so wrong on you. Why, ... why didn't you say what was going on?"
"Helloo, "Mandy retorts, "I wasn't allowed too. May I remind you I didn't know you were in Whoop either? Oh, and yes I knew Whoop existed and that they want to stay undercover."
Before the two girls can get in a quarrel, Sam intervenes. She puts her arms around these constant wranglers. In a hushed voice she tells them, "I think, Adams and Jerry wants us four living here together."
Shocked Mandy and Clover look at Sam. "NOOOOOOOO, YOU'RE KIDDING." All three look at Adams and Jerry. Mandy says: "Can you be this smart executive Adams?"
"It would be a lie miss Amanda that this idea emerged solely from my brain. But I must inform you that your father agreed to lodging three female Whoop agents in this mansion."
Clover and Sam look at Jerry in expectation, when Mandy interferes: "You don't think the old goat is going to object." At once Clover turns to Mandy, "You are not allowed to say that. We three are the only ones to be allowed to call Jerry that name. Let this be clear."
Mandy looks at Clover: "If I want to do so, I do, Nah." And sticks out her tongue.
Clover is infuriated, but in seeing Mandy sticking out her tongue, she grabs the girl and gives her a kiss. Sam smiles when she sees it, Adams and Jerry frown, this isn't the way you act in front, euhrm, with a president's daughter. Clover is surprised by her action. She never suspected. Especially not ... Mandy, her arch-enemy.