(Here's chapter #2. Thanks to fatlip565, and Martin Seamus McFly for reviewing chapter 1. Even though I only have 2 reviews, I'm continuing anyway.)
12:37 p.m. -- Tour de France Starting Line
At the first corner, the 5 of us used our heat sensor 6000 motion detector sunglasses to see if there were any clues left. Nobody found anything, except for Sam, who found a small rubber piece from a biker's handlebar.
"Hey, guys check this out," Sam called to us.
"What is it, Sam?" Brittney asked.
"Looks like a strange rubber piece," Clover guessed.
"Maybe from someone's handlebar. Question is, which side." Sam said, analyzing the situation.
"If that's from Lance Armstrong, then I'm really surprised because I actually heard of him. He's the only one to win this race at least 4 times in a row. His personal trainer is Jeff Spencer, also the trainer for Chad Reed," I said while holding up an index finger.
"Are you serious?" Sam asked in curiousity.
"My dad told me all that," I responded.
"Let's send it to Jerry for analysis," Sam said, as she took out her compowder to call Jerry.
"Hello, spies. How's the mission coming along?" Jerry said as he appeared on the small screen.
"We have something for the WOOHP laboratories to analyze. We seem to have found a small rubber piece. We think it's from a handlebar from somebody. I'm sending it to you for analysis," Sam explained as she placed the small rubber piece on her compowder and it disappeared to WOOHP.
"We got it, Sam. I'll call you when I get an answer," Jerry said.
After Sam and Jerry hung up, she closed her compowder. "Well, we better find out who or what is behind this," she said shortly after that.
As the five of us went to inspect the first corner of the race, a very thick fog was completely surrounding the entire first corner, and that was where we first went.
"Wow, this fog is so thick you could cut it with a pair of scissors," Alex said.
"No kidding, Alex. I can't see anything," Clover responded.
Sam, Brittney and I continued on walking as cautious as we could be until Sam bent down to find a small switch.
"Wonder what this thing does," I said in curiousity.
All of a sudden, Sam's compowder rang. It was Jerry.
"Hmm, what is it, Jerry?" Sam asked as she opened her compowder up.
"Hello, spies. We got the results from the strange rubber piece you sent us. It does seem to be from a handlebar. The side is unknown, but it is very sticky," Jerry said.
"Thanks, Jerr," Sam said and closed her compowder.
"Who would want to have a sticky handlebar?" Brittney said as she put her thumb and index finger to her chin.
"Hey Clover, Alex check out what we found," Sam hollered to them.
Clover and Alex both came over to where Sam, Brittney and I were.
"What is that?" Clover asked.
"It's a switch, and I'll bet this has something to do with the disappearances of the competitors in the Tour de France," Sam guessed.
She pressed the button, then the ground switched over and we fell down a tunnel. It turned out to be a trap door.
We all screamed, until we landed in a room consisting of lots of computers and other things.
"What is this place?" Brittney asked as she brushed herself off after I helped her and Sam up.
"Looks like a secret hideaway for the perpetrator." Sam guessed.
"You're probably--" Clover was about to say, until we all heard footsteps.
"Someone's coming! We gotta hide!" Sam said in stress.
While all of us ran underneath a desk with a computer on top, a young boy who stood about 5' 2" came into the room. He walked to the desk where we hid under and picked up a snowglobe that had all the competitors trapped and mini-sized inside.
"How do we get them free?" Clover whispered quietly.
"You don't, young intruders," The boy said, overhearing Clover's whisper.
"You just had to do that didn't you?!" I said to Clover in sarcasm.
(That's it. I couldn't think of what to write for the journalist part so don't bother me about it in your reviews. What will happen to us? Will we make it out of there in one piece? Find out in the next chapter.)