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The spies suited up. They had all new suits, all black, and every single one of the gadgets they had ever used were in their arsenal. If they were going on their most important mission, a serious one that even a fully trained WOOHP agent had never done before, they would need to look and act professionally. And they got the suits from their packs; they nearly cried when they saw a note in their jetpack backpacks:
Dear girls,

These are new suits. Since you have done so well over the years, you deserve to wear these proudly. You are now true, professional WOOHP agents capable of accomplishing anything. Good luck.

-Jerry

They took their boss's advice, and wore the suits, tears welled up in their eyes. All of the facts they knew about every one of the criminals they were fighting against were in their mind. And all of the confidence and determination they needed to save the world was in their minds, as well and most importantly, in their hearts. They flew off with their Jetpack Backpacks, and soared through the air. Finally, after a few hours, they settled on the coast of California for a break, and changed into beachwear, curtsy of the holographic belt they had.

"Oh my gosh…"
Alex, in the middle of eating sandwiches with the other girls, swallowed, and turned her head to Sam, who had just spoken the words.

"What is it, Sammy? What happened?"
She plopped down on her knees next to Sam and peered worriedly down at her friend's Compowder. "Is Jerry dead? Are we all gonna die? Is the world going to end in a few seconds? Are we all doomed? What's wrong?" Sam raised an eyebrow at her friend's burst of questions.

"Alex, please. You're getting paranoid."
Alex grinned sheepishly and sweatdropped. Sam smiled, but then frowned sadly again.

"You know those spies we rescued that used to work for WOOHP? They're dead. And can you guess who did it?"
Brittany's eyes flashed.

"Tim Scam."
She hissed. Sam nodded gravely, and her eyes filled with sadness.

"He's killing anyone that gets in his way."
Clover growled, sounding amazingly like an angry cat, which she sort of was.

"Well, we're gonna get in his way, and we're gonna stop him!"
She said in determination. They nodded in agreement, and started at the sound of a very loud wave.

"Is it just me, or does that wave sound and seem larger than it should be?"
Alex asked. Brittany shook her head.

"It's not just you. Run!"

All residents of the beach took Brittany's advice and ran for their lives, except for the spies. They ran to the edge of the beach, and Sam spotted someone on the waves.

"Hey! It's that guy who tried to drown the cities with tsunamis before!"
Clover squinted.

"You're right! All right, this is officially getting really weir—"

"AAAAAAH!"
The girls clicked their fingers and their holographic generators clicked on again, changing their outfits to their new black spy wear. Alex turned around.
"Please tell me that wasn't who I thought it was screaming!"
Clover groaned. But it was. Their arch nemesis, Mandy herself, was in the way of the largest part of the wave ready to crash down on her. She snorted.

"We'll just stay here."
Sam powered up her jetpack. "Sammy!" Sam frowned at her, and lifted into the air.

"Clover, we're spies for WOOHP, the World Organization of HUMAN Protection, remember?"
Clover rolled her eyes.

"Who ever said that Mandy was human?"
She argued. Sam glared at her, and simply waited. Clover sighed, and powered up her jetpack, too, as did the other spies. They streaked through the air towards Mandy, and Sam grabbed her right before the wave hit. The four spies then flew to the safety of the air above. Mandy blinked, as she watched the wave crash down where she had been a few seconds ago, and then turned her head to stare at her rescuers; her arch rivals.

"Sam? Clover? Alex? Just what are you wearing? And why are we in the air?"

The five girls landed and Alex quickly took the question this time.

"Um, Mandy, we're, um, just…we're…uh…"

Sam fidgeted. After moments of awkward silence, she decided to answer Mandy's tough question; truthfully.

"Mandy, we're spies. Actually, you knew twice before, but we had to wipe your memory both of those times so you wouldn't tell anyone…"
Mandy gaped.

"You—How—Why…!"
Brittany cleared her throat.

"Guys, we should get going. The island is waiting."
Mandy turned to face her.

"Who are you? What island?"
Brittany squinted hard at Mandy, trying to identify the girl who's voice sounded like a squeaky broken record.

"I'm Brittany, and from why I can hear and tell, you're the evil, snobby, stuck-up, self-centered rich girl named Mandy that I've heard oh so much about."
Mandy glared her hardest at her.

"How dare you! You, new girl..!"
Brittany pointed behind them.

"Do you still want to get hit by that wave?"
She snapped. Mandy glared harder at her, and sparks could be seen, but she simply sniffed and turned her head away. Sam shook her head.

"Look, Mandy, just…Go home, and don't tell anyone."
Mandy laughed, snorting in that annoying way of hers.

"You wish! I'll tell the whole school!"
Sam grabbed her collar and yanked her towards her.

"If you do…"
Alex pried Sam off of Mandy, and smiled sheepishly.

"Um, what Sammy is trying to say is, don't tell anyone or else. She means this in the kindest way possible, of course."

Mandy squeaked, nodded, and ran off as fast as she could. Sam was still snorting through her nostrils. Alex patted her on the back. "Calm down, Sammy, calm, calm." "Sammy" merely sniffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"As long as she doesn't tell anyone, we're safe."
Clover bit her lip, and wore a grave and sad expression on her face.

"Ah, but Sam," she whispered, and her three friends quickly turned at the oddly serious, grave, yet soft sound of her voice, "now, we shall always, be in danger."

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Jerry sighed; he had been held in the cell on the island for some time now, and, to be frank, he was getting quite bored. He had no gadgets, no communication, he was securely chained to the cell wall, and the cell itself was empty and soundproof. His top three spies were nowhere to be found, WOOHP headquarters were destroyed, his agents were scattered everywhere, and if Jerry tried to do anything, like escaping, or if he didn't give Tim Scam WOOHP's information, the girls would be turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. Not to mention that his spies were now being hunted down by some other villains at the same time. The thoughts were great. Oh, yeah. Jerry was having the time of his life. He sighed again, and turned to face the bare wall on his left. All in his years had he never felt so alone. And he had never been faced with a decision like this. His spies safety…or WOOHP's information; information that could change and save the world.

"What do I do?"
His question echoed through the cell, and was lost to time. What could he do?

Author's Notes: So, was it good? Yeah, sorry, I can't really say much else down here in the world of author's notes.

Sasha: I can!
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Sasha:  Hey! Anyways, since I can say things, review, or I shall chuck Number 2 pencils at you! Why pencils? Er…Just because! :waves pencil threateningly at you: Don't worry, they're not sharpened…:Grins wickedly: Yet…