Chapter Four

Note:I do not own Totally Spies

It was way after dark that the spies slipped into WOOHP headquarters. Clover thought that the library computers would bring up Crimson's file. But Sam had objected and they decided to go straight to the source. WOOHP computers would most definitely have her file. And whatever made her so special.

"What if we get caught?" Alex said looking around the large room, nervous that Jerry would discover their plan. Her image of what their consequence would be was not exactly beautiful.

"Then," Clover said smirking. She brought out a tube of lipstick and set it on the floor. "We'll have reason!"

"Yeah!" Sam said, smiling at her friend's idea. "But let's go before we have to resort to that." Alex nodded and the three hurried to Jerry's computer.

"Can we leave something else, that's my favorite shade!" Clover cried as the took up the rear of their line.

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"Here it is," Sam told them, several minutes later. She had brought up Crimson's file and the other two looked over her shoulders to get a better view. "It says here her father was...killed about two years ago, they never found the murderer. Crimson inherited a lot of money from him and traveled to the U.S. to stay with the family friend. A Mister Marcus Malcolm."

"Look here!" Alex cried and pointed to a certain part on the screen, "It says she was charged with murder and robbery in six accounts!"

"There's what makes her special," Clover pointed out, looking away.

"But that's not it!" Sam cried, reading on. "It also states that she was only seven years old. And they released her on the account of her being a child. They believed she was coaxed, conned, or beaten into doing the crimes."

"Beaten?" Alex asked quietly. This was starting to make sense. It explained why she was here, and why she was so angry and suspicious.

"All charges were cleared and she went home to her father. Eight years later the police found him murdered in his large estate and Crimson badly hurt."

"Yes," came a slow English voice behind them. "I remember that clearly."

The spies whipped around to face Crimson. And a large handgun pointed straight at Alex. "Crimson..." Sam said, putting her hands up slowly. "What's going on?"

"What do you think?" She tilted her head up and stared at them, frowning. "Did you honestly think this whole ordeal was coincidence? If you did, you're a lot stupider than I originally planned.

"Knew it," Clover said under her breath.

"Now Clover! I told you about speaking up. We have to talk to each other if you want us to be friends!"

"Friends? We were never friends with you! And who has the gun!" Clover turned away from her. Friends? She was beginning to hate that word. And Crimson was definitely not her friend, but any stretch of her strange little evil mind.

"This is for protection, so that you won't try to run away while I tell you something important. If you do, I'll be forced to shoot you in the legs so you can't. Besides," she shrugged her shoulders, "we're on the same side!"

"The same side!" Alex yelled and took a step forward, making Crimson cock her gun.

"We're not evil! We're not murderers!"

"Do you not just read that profile! I'm not a murderer, either! I'm here for one reason and one reason only!" She lowered the gun stiffly. Then began to pace.

"What reason?" Sam asked looking at the gun and tunneling in on how close her finger was to the trigger. "What reason would that be?" She lifted her head to catch Crimson sharp ruby eyes.

"Vengeance."

"Vengeance..."

"From who," Alex asked, putting her hands down. "Who are you after? And why?"

"Nosy, are we?"

"If we're on your side..." Sam began. She was trying to get Crimson to tell them her plan. But she was a lot smarter than that.

Crimson twirled around and fired the gun. Good aim. She hit Clover's purse, making all its contents fly over the room. Clover yelped and ran to Sam, clinging onto her.

"Either you have really good aim...or really bad aim!" she cried, looking at her handbag which now had a giant hole in it.

"I'm not stupid, ya know!" Crimson yelled. "Tell me this and I will let you go."

"Just like that?" Alex asked, skeptical.

"What?" is what Sam wanted to know.

Crimson smiled darkly at them. "Take me to Uncle."