Chapter Six
Note:I do not own Totally Spies
Epilogue
Crimson looked out of her metal bars. She had been sent to jail, of course. Curse Sam, Alex, and Clover. They let him get away. They hadn't listened to her, when she needed to speak. Maybe the gun was a bit much. But if she didn't have it...god it may have ended a lot worse. But at least she got Uncle thinking.
I will see you again, Uncle! And I will...get...even!
He seemed so confused. If she wasn't being handled by huge angry agents, she would have smiled. But unfortunately she still didn't get to tell the spies the truth! If only she would have told them, she wouldn't be in jail and Uncle Jerrold would be dead and decaying.
She glanced at the officer outside her cell. He grinned darkly and turned away from her. Crimson flipped him off. She couldn't believe it. She was in jail again! And once again it wasn't even her fault!
She still had her phone call. She asked them to give her time to think, thankfully they agreed. She needed someone to free her from this prison. Someone smart enough no to get caught by the many, many police officers patrolling the area. Yet dumb enough to do what ever she said.
She flopped down on the extremely uncomfortable bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she thought about all of her contacts. She thought about what they would do to get her out and if they would succeed.
Ten minutes later she decided on a man she met in Canada. She sprang up on the bed, grinning widely. He was a dimwit, yet surprisingly skilled. "Hey!" Crimson called to the officer, running to the bars.
"What?" he questioned dully.
"I know who I want to call," she smiled darkly.
"Whatever," he told her, opening the door. Crimson smiled and walked obediently to the phone. She smiled again at the officer, who rolled his eyes. "You've got three minutes. Make it snappy."
"Of course," she responded sweetly. Then she picked up the phone, dialed the number. It rang once...twice...
"What?" Came a loud booming voice at the other end.
Crimson twirled around the corner out of view and told the man to whisper. He obeyed and asked, "Who 'tis 'his?" He asked, still in a booming voice, but not all loud.
"Hey, Sparky. It's Crimson. I need you to do something for me..."