Author's Note: Nope, this chapter still doesn't have any training in it, just an in-depth explanation about the spy organization. The bolded numbers are just something that I added to count the ques - uh, read it yourself :) And, uh... I apologize for the grammar errors in the previous chapter because - after I read the dang chapter again I realized that I made a lot of mistakes in it! And thanks again for the reviews!

Legal junk: I don't own Hey Arnold, but Nickelodeon does and Mr. Craig Bartlett created it. But this fic belongs to me. Clear? Good.

Chapter 3: Ladies of Espionage Sisterhood

The door opened, and finally it gave the girls a first glimpse of the very active spy organization. For obvious security reasons, two other agents flanked the girls as they followed Bridget from behind. As they walked through the area, the guests scanned the place in awe, for they saw computer terminals, servers, maps hanging on the walls at a certain area of the place with some agents diligently charting and graphing them, telecommunication operators, strategy planners, a large plasma screen, and a coffee maker. Helga was the first to ask a question.

"So, Bridge – let me get this straight; this is the headquarters of your secret spy organization, isn't it?" she asked, but Bridget kept mum. "With the women running all over the place, you guys must be feeling very lonely..." she added snidely with a smirk, followed by some snickers from the guests. They stopped at their tracks as they reached another door.

"Well, most of us aren't. Although we are busy sometimes, we do have the free time to spend with our significant others – boyfriends and all." Bridget denied as she slid a card on the reader next to the door. Lila was uneasy with the new surroundings, so she scanned around to make herself familiarize with the place. She saw an agent looking at her with flirting eyes, and gave Lila a wink and made a soft purring noise with her hand making a catlike gesture. Lila chuckled nervously at that and averted her eyes away. "Oh, dear…"

"What are you doing?" an agent asked to the agent who flirted with Lila earlier.

"Just having some fun, make the potentials freak out a little bit." she replied with a smirk.

"Access granted. Welcome Bridget." A monotonous computerized voice declared. The door opened and they went into a conference room. Inside the room there was a large meeting table, the kind that you see in most offices, a large screen with a slide projector positioned to it, and the city flag placed at the corner next to the screen. Bridget went forward to the front and sat at the middle chair. The two agents who escorted them earlier sat on either side next to her. "Please, take a seat." Bridget offered, and the girls took a seat at the remaining unoccupied chairs.

Bridget firmly placed her hands on the table, clasping them together as she broke the ice, "Ladies, first of all we would like to extend our gratitude for showing an interest to the Ladies of Espionage Sisterhood organization, or as we here call it, LES."

"What the hell? LES?" Rhonda thought incredulously, as she lowered a half of her eyebrow.

Bridget continued, "We know that all of you have a lot of questions to ask, so by following our standard policy we let the potentials – i.e. you; to ask twenty questions on anything regarding about this organization. I will disregard any questions that don't have to do anything with LES, so please choose wisely. And I mean it."

"(1)I'll start with the most obvious question: What is Ladies of Espionage Sisterhood?" Phoebe inquired.

"LES is a secret organization which goal is to make this city safe and protected from any harm and malicious behavior. We are also striving to make this city a crime-free place and to disrupt any ill-mannered organization from wrecking havoc in this city."

"Heh, good luck with the 'crime-free' stuff," Helga said snidely. "(2)Who the hell started this organization, anyway?"

"The person who came up with starting this organization is Colleen; she started it during the early 60's."

"Wow, way back in the 60's…" Nadine said in amazement, "(3)Who is she?" she asked.

"She's one of the first five founding agents of this organization. LES was her brainchild, so it's a no-brainer that she's the first elected chief of LES. She's also the daughter of the CIA's head R&D (Research and Development) Department. Years ago her father suggested to the CIA directors that all of the R&D department should be relocated here, considering that this city is the least popular of all American metropolises – therefore, it was plausible since our nation's adversary may not have heard of this city and thus, the secrecy is assured. It was fine for a while, but due to some logistics problem, they had to abandon their office here in the early 70's, leaving some spy devices for us to tinker and to upgrade."

"(4)So you're saying that most of your equipments are from the CIA then?" Nadine asked again.

"That's correct, although they're the rejected ones. So that's where our team of technicians and electronics experts comes in handy. After the equipments come in, the team will look into it thoroughly, read the schematics, and make the final assertion whether the device is acceptable to make adjustments. Most of our new high tech equipments are our own ideas, though they were inspired from the old ones."

"(5)Not that I'm belittling your efforts or anything, but are the devices safe after the modifications work are done?" it was Rhonda's time to ask.

"We subjected them to the harshest test before we issued them to the agents. I can proudly say they are 100% safe."

"Five questions," the agent next to Bridget informed.

"(6)Aside from the high-tech equipments, are the agents being issued with guns?" Helga asked.

"Fortunately, no."

"Damn." Helga muttered under her breath.

"(7)Can I get back to Colleen?" Lila asked. "Why did she want to start a secret spy organization, anyway?"

"It's a long story, but I'll make it short." Bridget replied as she looked at her watch. "When she was sixteen I think, she got mugged when she got out from a subway station. She changed considerably after that. She became more paranoid of her surroundings and constantly being in a state of alert, even when she was in the comfort of her home. Then she felt that it was high time that she has to do something about it. After the therapy, she felt that nobody should suffer the same ordeal as she did, so she secluded herself in her room, thinking about what she should do to make the streets safe from crime. She got the inspiration from his father, who used to be an agent before he got promoted, the feminist movement and also driven by her hatred of Communism during that time. So after she banded with a few of her friends at school and secured a place at the docks and some secondhand equipment, LES finally became a realization."

"(8)And just how much has LES contributed to the society?" Rhonda inquired.

"Official statistics said that street crime has been reduced significantly after the organization was founded."

"Sounds like you're pulling the statistics right up from your ass." Helga snickered snidely.

"Well, it's because of us your ass is safe when you went out for a midnight stroll years ago." Bridget retorted coolly. "What, you think when you were a kid that the streets are perfectly safe even when you went out during the night? I remember the time when you, Phoebe, Nadine, Arnold and Gerald got out from that fancy French restaurant we managed to suppress a mugger, a drug addict and a snatcher from hurting all of you." Bridget informed with a nonchalant voice, but harsh. Nadine and Phoebe were shocked and got the willies when they heard that. Helga was just stunned and couldn't think of anything to say back at her. She regretted of ever saying that remark and had her head hung in embarrassment. The whole room went silent for a while.

"And… uh… we are all grateful for that," Rhonda said on behalf of them, trying to break the silence. "(9)Getting back to the Twenty Questions business, I am curious on how does this organization recruit their members. How do you guys do it?"

"Policy states that if a normal member is either going to retire or to get decommissioned, she has to find a person to replace her. As for a chief, like myself, is going to retire or to get decommissioned, she has to find five potential new recruits."

"(10)So what are you saying that you are retiring, aren't you?" Lila asked her.

Bridget didn't answer, but she gave her a weak, melancholic smile.

"Ten questions."

"(11)How does one get decommissioned?" Phoebe wondered.

"If an agent reached a certain age, or graduated from college or any institute of higher learning, or moving away from this city, she will get decommissioned."

"(12)And what age is that?" Nadine asked.

"24."

"(13)At what age does one get recruited?" Lila asked.

"Most of the time we either search for a fifteen or a sixteen year old."

"(14)I don't see any guys here at all. Is this organization open strictly only to woman?" Helga finally asked another question, decided to be serious this time around.

"Yes, you could say that. Although we do have some men who acted as our informants."

"(15)Informants? Who are these informants?" Phoebe asked her.

"They are the honorary agents, so to speak. We call them 'Big Brother' agents, based on the book 1984."

"BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU." The other girl next to Bridget added jokingly with a spooky voice and made ghastly hand gestures, which drew some glares and puzzlement look from the other girls inside the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She cowered, "bad joke at a bad time…"

Bridget shook her head and proceeded to elaborate the answer further, "Basically, they are just bunch of guys whom we made allies with. They are our eyes and ears. They are very reliable and can be trusted."

"(16)If I may ask, can I know some of them? It might be useful someday." Nadine intervened.

"Ah… someone is showing a hint of interest in joining." "We'll be glad to." Bridget said as she switches the slide projector on and turned the lights off. "I have the feeling that all of you know most of them." She added, as she pushed a button on the remote.

"Here's Informant Stoop Kid." A picture of Stoop Kid showed up on the screen, looking very handsome in his red doorman uniform (The abandoned tenement which he stayed was upgraded into a luxury apartment and he was offered a job as the doorman there).

"Stoop Kid? Holy shit." Helga blurted. "Who else? Monkeyman?" she said snidely.

"Yes, Monkeyman is one of our informants too." Bridget replied, and the screen showed a picture of Monkeyman running after an escaped monkey. The guests stared at the image incredulously.

Bridget pushed the same button again, "Here's Pigeon Man." It showed Pigeon Man at the park throwing birdseeds at a flock of pigeons.

"How come all of their informants are crazy hobos?" Helga wondered. "(17)Um… do you have 'normal' people as your informants?"

"We regard all of them are normal, but by considering your definition of normal, we have to say Harvey." Bridget said, and the screen showed Harvey, the neighborhood mail carrier. "And Fuzzy Slippers." The slide showed a silhouette with a large question mark on it.

"Fuzzy Slippers? Isn't that Gerald's friend?" Phoebe inquired. Bridget nodded at it. And with that, she turned the lights on again. "You still have three questions left."

"(18)I'm having a hard time on this, why us? Out of hundreds of thousands of girls living in this city, how come we are the ones who got selected?" Phoebe inquired.

"Because all five of you are the city's best of the best. We have a computer that run searches for any good potentials judging by their intelligence, various skills and athletic abilities and have it sum it all up to produce the results. And each and every time the results comes out the same: you guys are the best of the best." The girls were taken aback when they listened to that. All of them thought the computer must've made some mistake or something when it selected them.

"(19)What can we expect in return assuming that we do accept your offer?" It was Rhonda's question.

"Respect, honor, appreciation and have your name written in the history books, or legends if you prefer."

Helga was in disbelief, "(20)What, no money? After all the hard work we've done and we don't get paid?"

"Fret not, Helga. If money is on your mind, the last couple of years the city council had contacted us that they are contemplating whether they should to pay us and provide us with supplies if we keep the job well done. I myself, disagree on the paying offer. And that ends our Twenty Questions Session ladies. So, what say you?"

The girls looked at each other in incredulity, didn't know what to reply to her, "Err… we're all overwhelmed and flattered by your offer Bridget, but I think it's hard for us to make a decision just abruptly. We need to have some time for us to think about it." Phoebe said, and every other guest except Helga nodded to agree with Phoebe.

"Take your time, girls. I was also in shock too when I was first offered this job."

"Thank you for understanding, Bridget. I just don't know, I feel that I will have a terrible time to juggle between the upkeep of my studies, my social life and the commitment to this organization should I accept this offer." Phoebe informed to all of them worriedly.

"Don't worry, Phoebe." Bridget said with an assuring voice. "If it's going to make you feel any better, I think I should tell you this: All of us turned out just fine, like Dr. Bliss…"

"Dr. Bliss?!" Helga thought with a glee. "This gonna be interesting on the next therapy session when I bring the topic up."

"…Officer Pudney, and Mayor Dixie."

"Mayor Dixie?" an agent next to Bridget said quizzically. "You've got to be kidding me."

Bridget sighed exasperatedly with a trail of irritation, "Ugh, YES. She used to be one of us. Why is it so difficult for you guys to accept it?"

Helga rolled her eyes at the quarrel, but then she got up from her chair, "Well, this has all been fun, but I for one have made my decision. I'm not going to join." She said as she spread her arm wide, and stormed away from the room with all the other girls look at her.

"Wait, Helga…" Bridget called as she extended her hand out, but Helga turned her head to her and said, "Forget it. Danger? Excitement? I crave not these things," as she walked away from them.

"Don't you want to be better than Olga?" Bridget asked, and Helga stopped abruptly at her tracks.

She turned back, looking at her with deadly eyes, "What about Olga?" Helga asked back with a harsh tone.

"She was one of our best agents, incredibly dedicated to her work and to this organization, and because of her coordination and leadership skills; she had nearly crippled our arch enemy's organization. Although the group didn't collapse entirely, but today, they are nothing more than a shadow of their former self." Bridget informed, and the guests said some words of praise about Olga.

"Not to mention she was my mentor." Bridget added.

"Goddamnit, why does her name keeps popping up everywhere I go?!" she screamed in her mind with her fists clenched. In pursuit of to prove herself to be better than her older sister, she finally cave in to Bridget's offer, although not hastily. "I'll think about it." She said softly in defeat.

"Good, if any of you is interested in joining our 'club', please come back same time tomorrow . Keep in mind that we are not forcing you to join. And please promise to us, do not tell anybody about this."

And Chapter Three is finally over. Stay tuned for more. And as always, if you find any mistakes in this chapter please point it out.