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It was right before lunch when they were WOOHPed. Clover sarcastically said, "This better not take long, Jer'!! I'm hungry!" as they traveled down the shoot. Her other two friends smiled at her words.

"Hello spies!" Jerry said cheerfully as they landed on the cushion as usual. "But I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Alex looked out from the pink fluff-ness and over to his desk. As usual Crimson's tape recorder sat on the left corner. She sighed. He seemed to bright and happy today, but obviously was still stuck on the 'Crimson' deal. I shouldn't complain, she thought, I am also.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, getting to the point. She glanced at Jerry's large television. On it, a picture of a explosion could be seen. The image was frozen at a certain place and had narrowed in on a black figure in the middle. Hmm, who is this?

"I'm afraid that...Crimson has escaped from prison." He said quietly, looking down. The three spies gasped. Escaped? This was not good! "We got this footage from a surveillance tape." He clicked a button on his remote and the tape began again from the beginning:

Nothing.

Nothing.

Then there was a loud explosion that shook the camera screen. The spies could hear screams as the explosion went off. Seconds later, a large man came through the flames and walked over to a certain place out of view.

When the man came through the flames, Clover gasped. He walked right through them as if it wasn't even there!

Moments later, the man reappeared, Crimson at his side. She was smiling, and the man was also grinning, revealing sharp yellow teeth. "Wait," they heard Crimson tell the man. She turned to the camera ans winked. "Meet me at 19 hundred tonight, spies. I think you'll know where..."

Then the camera went dead as Crimson smiled at the man, who nodded. A flame appeared in his palm and he threw it at the screen, blacking it out.

Minutes passed before Alex could finally manage a, "Whoa."

"It's called pyrokinesis. The ability to control and create fire. It's very rare, and Crimson has this man at her side. This completely un-limits her possibilities." Jerry said as he stared at the screen intently.

"And you're actually going to send us out to GOD KNOWS WHERE to meet her?! Rude, much?" Clover yelled

"You'll be wired and backup will be a press of a button away," Jerry told them, trying to be as positive as he could.

"But where does she want us to meet her?" Sam asked out loud as she began to pace. I think you'll know where... That's what Crimson had said, yet Sam had no idea. The school? WOOHP? Those where the only two places they had met. The school? It was the beginning of the weekend tonight. "The school?"

Jerry raised an eyebrow. "It is possible..."

"19 hundred..." Alex said as she counted from 12 o'clock noon. "One is 13...two is 14..."

"It's 7 o'clock," Sam finally said as she looked at her supervisor. "She wants us to meet her at the school at the place where we were first WOOHPed and she came along for a ride tonight at 7 o'clock PM."

"Are you sure?" Clover asked her. How would she know this?

"No," she caught eyes with her friends are lowered her voice a bit, "But I'm counting on it."

C-c-C

The school grounds looked a lot different at night. Also a lot creepier. It was five minutes to seven and Clover prayed that Crimson wouldn't show up. What if the plan went to hell? And Crimson killed them for not listening to her and sending her to jail? And not to mention that creepy pyro dude. God knows what kind of person he was!

Meanwhile, Sam was fretting if this was the correct place for them to meet Crimson. WOOHP had put microphones in their hair barrettes and had a whole team of agents ready to hop upon the escapee if anything where to happen. The plan was to find out whatever Crimson had to say, decide to meet again, and let the agents snag her then.

It was a stupid plan, Sam thought. Why not get Crimson while they had a chance? The minute she appeared have everyone attack her with everything they had. Who cared about listening to what she had to say...but yet...

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 had never answered her question. What was this thing, and why did she want to tell the spies so badly?

C-c-C

Fifteen minutes later, Crimson still hadn't showed up. "Maybe she won't come?" Alex said, looking around the place. It was completely deserted. "Maybe she knows that we're wired...?"

"Yes," came the distinguished voice of Crimson. Quickly they turned around to she her and the guy from the tape, one step behind. "But that's no longer a problem." And she held up a pair of headphones and wires that had belonged to the leader of the operation.But the man was no where to be seen. "No use in looking, we're completely alone...finally."