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Chapter Three
Spinning Chairs, Blueprints, and Walkie-Talkies
Terra strode confidently through the City Hall, winking suggestively at a group of cat-calling boys. She reached the front desk and flashed an easy smile at the attendant.
"How may I help you?" the attendant asked, obviously bored, as she filed her fingernails.
"I'm Carrie's daughter, and she asked me to get the blueprints for the police headquarters."
The attendant looked up, quickly recognized her, and nodded. "Sure." She sighed, got up and returned with the rolled up blueprints. She waved Terra away and returned to her nails.
Terra smirked and scampered out of the building. It was very fortunate that her mother was the head architect for redesigning the headquarters.
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Gar looked down at the walkie-talkie he had clenched in his hand as it began to crackle. Terra's voice, barely audible, came through. "I have the blueprints. McCormick's office is on the seventh floor, by the elevator. Over."
Gar turned to Raven. "She has the blueprints," he repeated.
"I heard her the first time," Raven replied, rolling her eyes. Addressing the rest of the group, she announced, "On to Act 2."
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Gar and Raven peered around the corner of the police headquarters as two janitors took out the trash. Moving quickly, they slid forward and pressed two of the shocking devices Bee had invented on their backs. Seconds later, their bodies convulsed and they slid down, unconscious.
The pair dragged the janitors behind the dumpster. They carefully removed their tent-like green outfits and threw them on. Raven, fortunately, had the garments of a shorter man.
Gar was not so lucky. "Dude, this thing is huge!"
Raven stifled a chuckle as massive folds enveloped him. "Just… Belt it up or something." She returned to the fallen janitor and removed a ring of keys from his belt. She jangled them next to her appreciative ear. "Let's go."
Gar followed slowly behind her, holding up the giant pants.
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Bee stood in the front room, nervously shifting her weight from side to side. "You sure you can jam the security cameras?" she murmured into the receiver on her shirt collar.
"I'm ready when you are," Vic replied.
Sighing, she waited until the room was completely empty before sneaking behind the receptionist. The receptionist was engrossed in a beauty magazine, completely oblivious to everything around her.
Slowly, Bee retrieved one of her shocking devices and placed it on the woman's back. Moments later, the woman slumped to the floor. Bee rolled her underneath the desk and sat in her chair.
After twirling once in the chair, she leaned over to the phone and called McCormick's office.
"Officer McCormick?" she inquired, pinching her nose to make her voice high and nasally. "There's someone at the front desk to see you."
"No, it can't wait."
"Yes, it is very important."
"Very good, sir. Come down as soon as you can."
Bee giggled, satisfied, as she hung up the phone. She got out of the chair and sat the unconscious receptionist in it. When she regained consciousness, she would think that she had simply fallen asleep.
Bee strode out of headquarters. Seconds later, the security camera blinked back on.
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Raven and Gar slowly pushed a cart of cleaning supplies by McCormick's office. Finally, the disgruntled officer left his room, locked it, and strode down the hallway.
Gar retrieved his walkie-talkie, and, after glancing around shiftily, said, "Agent Beast to Agent Bird. The leprechaun has left his pot. I repeat, the leprechaun has left his pot."
Raven prodded him with the mop handle. "I'm right here."
"Right." Gar smiled crookedly, flustered, and scratched the back of his neck.
Moving quickly, Raven unhooked the ring of keys from her belt and began inserting them into the lock systematically. Finally, the lock clicked and the door swung open.
Leaving the cart in the hall, the pair strode in. "Be very careful," Raven whispered, adjusting her gloves.
Gar imitated her, and snapped his glove on his wrist. "Ow," he groaned.
Raven shot him a glare and began searching the officer's desk, a nagging sense of guilt overcoming her. Gar began to search in the filing cabinets.
At last, Gar found a manila folder for the case in one of the cabinets. "Found it," he announced with pride.
Raven looked up. "Nice job." She smiled, and Gar blushed. "Let's go."
They slinked out of the room, similar to their entrance, and began to push the cart again.
At last, Roy and Dick came into view. They wore police uniforms sewed by Kori, as no one wanted to risk knocking out a policeman. Their shiny badges were exact copies created by Vic.
Quick and nimble-fingered, Dick took the folder from Gar and secreted it in his uniform. Roy saluted them, and the pair walked away.
Gar glared at their retreating backs in envy. "How come they get to be police officers and we have to be janitors?"
Raven sighed and explained, "They look the part and we don't."
Gar looked her over, and then examined himself. Raven was pale and skinny, looking as if she had never worked out in her life. Gar, though somewhat muscular, was rather short in stature. "I guess I see your point."
They pushed the cart into the elevator and the doors sealed shut behind them.
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The group rendezvoused at the park. Bee was shaking in laughter. "That was actually kind of fun!" Terra nodded in agreement, her mouth curved in a seemingly perpetual smile.
Raven frowned. "You do realize how much trouble we could've gotten in?"
"But we pulled it off!" Vic crowed, and high-fived Gar.
"It was too easy," Dick stated. "The police need to improve their security."
Roy glanced down at his watch. "Well, this has been great and all, but I have an archery competition that I need to get to."
"And I'm watching," Terra interjected. "See ya guys later!" The two walked off together, laughing about the recent escapade.
Vic and Bee stood up together. "We're going to my football practice. I'm gonna prove to Bee that football is the best sport ever."
"Ha, you wish! Everyone knows that basketball is better."
Kori rose and brushed off her long, floral skirt. "Dick and I are seeing a film at the theater." She smiled up at Dick, and turned back to Raven. "Do you wish to join us, Raven?"
"No, I'm okay…" Raven replied, flashing them a weak smile.
"I want to see the file when you're done, alright?" Dick said. The two walked off together, their hands clasped.
Raven sighed as she watched the retreating couples. Slowly, she crossed her legs and closed her eyes, falling into the familiar trance that accompanies meditation.
Soon after, something poking her interrupted her peace. Irritated, she opened one eye and asked, "What?"
Gar grinned sheepishly and quickly retracted the finger he was poking her with. Scratching his neck, he said, "Well, I was wondering… If, you know, you need help figuring out the file or something."
Raven opened her other eye and lowered her hands. "Well, I suppose two heads are better than one…" The smallest trace of a smile graced her face. She opened up the folder and began, "Let's look at the note, first."
Gar nodded enthusiastically and leaned closer to her under the pretense of getting a better view of the folder.