Author's Note: Thank you, again and forever more, to my reviewers! To you I am forever indebted (well, maybe not forever). You all sure have a lot of questions, but I'm not answering them! You'll have to see for yourself what happens by reading. (Beverly, Vulcan Princess, don't hurt yourself!) Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now for the next chapter, which still features Turok 2 (I hope you are enjoying your role). Enjoy everyone!


"We need to have the element of surprise on our side. We need to be inconspicuous," I stated, glancing around a red brick pillar that held up the main gates to a huge mansion. Clover was peeking around the one across from me. We watched as guests scattered to and fro out of the house in panic. I noticed that they were all dressed really fancily.

"Uh!" Clover said in exasperation as she looked down at her spy suit. "So much for inconspicuous. Oh wait! I have an idea!" She clicked open her own compowder and contacted Jerry.

"Yeah, we're here Jer but unfortunately I don't think we can get in looking as we do now so if you could send something dressy, that would be nice." Jerry said something and Clover nodded. "He says the outfits are on their way." Right after she said that, two heart shaped backpacks with a big flower in the middle floated down from the sky attached to parachutes.

"I guess he was right," I stated flatly, grabbing the blue backpack that was obviously mine. Clover snatched the red one from out of the air and detached the parachute from it. Then she took the long strap and slung it over one shoulder.

She sighed. "Bushes anyone?" she said grumpily as she ran towards some bushes.

Minutes later, we emerged from the bushes in just above the knee length halter-top dresses. Mine was navy blue and Clover's was dark red. Each was identical except for the color. There was sequin flowers sowed on in the corner of the dresses and the ankle shoes Jerry gave us were matching our dresses. Mine was light blue and blue and Clover's was obviously her shades of red. We stuffed our spy suits into our new backpacks along with all our gadgets and ran out to the front gate once more, looking considerably more fancy than before.

Our high-heels were muffled as we ran across the lawn and toward the grand double door entrance. We waited to one side for the continuous stream of guests to stop running out but it seemed they would never end. "I guess we'll have to do this the spy way," Clover said resolutely, pulling out her bungee belt. I nodded and pulled mine out as well, clicking it in place around my waist.

"One...two...three!" we yelled in unison as we shot our bungee belts into the house next to a giant chandelier. We rolled ourselves inside and some of the guests screamed even louder at the sight of us. I ignored them as I landed in a crouch on a highly polished hardwood floor.

"Where are the intruders?" I asked, looking around.

"There!" Clover pointed. I saw two black clad figures run up the stairs that curved gracefully upward in both directions. A mess of people was running after them, but they were still a distance behind, despite the fact that the two figures in front of them were carrying a heavy looking load of goods stolen from the house.

"Time to kick some bad guy butt!" Clover explained as she held up the heart shaped end of her bungee belt and aimed for the railing of the stairs. I did the same and soon we were both leaping over the railing and running after the intruders upstairs.

But once we turned the corner, they were gone. "Where did they go?" Clover asked.

"Help!" screamed a voice to our right up ahead. I ran up there and tried the doorknob. It was locked.

"Stand back," Clover said and backed up herself. Then she ran up and gave the door a flying kick. Instantly it gave way. I raced into the large room to find Graham slung over the shoulder of one of the intruders.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked Clover, pointing while rushing over to help. "Hold on! I've got you!" I screamed as I leaned out the window to try and grab his hand. The intruder leapt up the wall just in time and I barely missed falling out the window. Clover grabbed my arm just in time and pulled me back inside.

"Whew, thanks Clover," I said, smiling at her shakily. "That was close. But they've got Graham! They're going to kidnap him! We have to do something!"

Clover reached into her red backpack. "Care for a manicure?" she asked as she took out the manicure kit. She flashed the bottle of electric blue nail polish in my face before she took my hands and squeezed a bit of the stuff into both palms. I smiled at her quick thinking and proceeded to climb into the windowsill as Clover applied some to her own hands.

I reached out and stuck my hand on the side of the house. It stuck well. I reached out my other hand and in this way climbed hand over hand after the intruders with Clover right behind me.

Finally I reached the roof of the mansion. Exhausted, I could barely pull Clover up without toppling over myself. Then I noticed the helicopter that had landed on the roof. I saw the two figures were running over there and about to board the plane.

Without another word, I ran over there and caught the one carrying Graham with a kick to the back. The person fell over and his cloak fell off, revealing his face. It was a boy about Clover's age and his black hair was up in spikes. I gasped. Why does he look familiar? I asked myself but had no time to ponder further because he shoved the poor Graham bound by hands and feet behind him and whipped out a retractable staff. He shoved it in front of him and twirled it a few times.

"Okay kung fu master," I said, taunting him as I took out my hairpin high-jumper extender pole and held it out in front of me. It extended to the length his staff was. "Bring it on!"

He rushed me and I blocked with my thin metal staff. We pushed, back and forth, both of our staffs clanging with impact. He kept pushing me back, making me lose ground. I looked over my shoulder uneasily, taking in the pool that was on the roof a bit further away. When I turned back, the boy had snapped my thin staff in half.

"Uh-oh," I said and then sprang out of the way as he brought his staff down to try and hit me. Mental note to self, I thought. Tell Jerry to make the hairpin high-jumper extender pole stronger! I sprang out of the way of another attack.

Finally, I reached into my pack and grabbed my Ice Queen perfume. Then I whipped around and aimed for his staff. "It's time you chilled a little," I said, and sprayed. Instantly, his staff froze in his hands. I whipped around with a follow up roundhouse kick and the staff had shattered into millions of ice pieces. The boy staggered back and then suddenly turned to race to the helicopter, hefting up Graham again in the process. The other figure was already in the driver's seat. "Oh no!" I screamed as the chopper started rising, the wind it made forcing me to shield my face.

I looked around for Clover and found her storming furiously out of the pool, dripping wet. "I hope this dress isn't dry clean only, or else that guy will pay big time!" Then she looked around blankly. "Hey where'd they go?"

I had already busied myself with letting my bungee belt fly. It attached to the side of the plane and I went flying. I screamed as a gust of cold wind knocked the breath out of my lungs. I hung on for dear life as we ascended into the air. I gritted my teeth against the cold and concentrated on climbing up my bungee cord.

After what seemed like two eternities, I reached out to touch the side of the helicopter. The figures in the front hadn't noticed me yet but they would soon. As silently as I could, I grabbed onto the one of the railings on the bottom of the helicopter and grabbed my laser lipstick out of my backpack. Then I switched it on and started a hole in the side of the helicopter. As soon as I crawled in, one of the boys spotted me.

"Hey! Get out!" he yelled, unbuckling his seat belt and standing up to face me. But in the time it took for him to unbuckle himself out of his seat, I had already scooted across the plane and was dragging Graham with me toward the hole again.

"Do you have a parachute?" he yelled at me above the whistling wind.

"I wish!" I roared back and looked over my shoulder to see the boy reach for us. "No time to worry!" I screamed and wrapped my arms securely around Graham before jumping off the plane.

Both of us were screaming as we plunged at breakneck speed for the ocean below us. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears coming to them because of the cold and because I was sure I was going to die. Suddenly, I was jerked back to reality when I was jolted to a stop in the air. I risked a glance to my side to find that Clover was the one that had grabbed one of my arms that were wrapped around Graham. She had on her jet pack backpack.

"Nice catch," I croaked.

"Your welcome," she said, winking. "Now pass over Graham to my other hand."

I did so and my tired arms felt instant relief. "We're not dead?" Graham asked incredulously, looking from Clover to me.

I shook my head and laughed. "Barely. You have Clover to thank for that." Clover winked again, this time at Graham.

"Now, lets get you back to your dad. He must be worried sick," Clover said as she turned to start in the other way.

We flew over the ocean silently and swiftly and soon we were back at the mansion. Clover set Graham and I gently down on the roof where the whole household, along with a crowd of guests were waiting. They all cheered loudly as we landed and I immediately went over to cut Graham's bonds with the laser lipstick. He shook his hands to get the circulation running again and then gave me a huge grin. I gave him one back.

Clover came over and put an arm around me. "You know, I think we both just played hero today."

I smiled up at her. "I think we weren't playing. We are heroes. And Clover, you aren't as bad as I thought."

"You're pretty okay yourself," she said happily, watching as his mother and father embraced Graham warmly. "For a beginner," she added playfully and we both laughed when I punched her lightly on the arm.