Author's Note: Hiya fellas! I intentionally streer the story a while from the fight to give more 'screen-time' to Gerald, Sid, and Stinky. Also, I want to finish this fic as quickly as possible, so expect this fic to like, updated frequently and such. Gah, I should've wait for this fic to be over before I uploaded the Unofficial Hey Arnold fanfic. Ah, what the hell...

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 25: Commence Order 28602

So Gerald just nodded at Stinky's suggestion and agreed with him with some doubt. Sid let a sigh a relief because he just wanted to get the hell out of the traffic jam, to escape the boredom and the excruciating pain of waiting, similar to just like everyone in the whole country when they were in a DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) office. Just being random. So after minutes of unbearable wait, the onramp was finally visible to their eyes. After flipping the bird to the guy in front of him, Gerald exited the 405 Highway and thanked the heavens that they were finally on the road again.

As they ploughed through the hazardous road, which was riddled with potholes, garbage and hobos wandering about, a helicopter flew over them and they could see it flying to the large police station in front of them. They stopped at the traffic light when it turned red and saw the chopper landing on top the police building. A bum came over to the car and asked:

"Hey bhuddyish…" the astute gentleman said in a flustered, intoxicated tone, and his breath smelled like a combination of rotten carcass of a rat, smelly cheeses that the French liked to eat a lot, and spoiled alcohol beverages, but thankfully they boys couldn't smell all that since the window was up. "Howsh's abhowth give meh shome spare change? I'm not lyyingkh to youses, I needth da booze…" said the honest hobo, which at the end of the sentence he accidentally spewed some spit on the window, to Gerald's horror, and Sid and Stinky's disgust.

"Green man!" Sid smacked Gerald's shoulder repeatedly, "Green! Let's get the hell outta here! GO GO GO GO GO!"

So Gerald floored the gas pedal in a hurry, causing the rear wheel to billow smoke and off they zoomed away from the potentially crazy hobo person. The hobo dude type person coughed a hacking cough as if he was going to spill his guts all over the road. He raised his fist up and shouted at the fleeing car.

"I would'vesh gottenks awaysh wiff it if it washn't for youses meddling kidsh!" He was really, really drunk.

After being grossed out by the hobo dude type person, who wasn't as cool as other prominent hobos in the city such as Pigeon Man and Monkeyman, Gerald parked in front of the police building and switched off the engine. Then they all got out from the car, and Gerald went over to the dirty windshield where the hobo dude just gave him some 'help' in 'washing the window' to inspect it. He wasn't pleased with the hobo guy's 'helping' hand at all.

"Aww man…" he said whilst rubbing the back of his head as he looked at the window with an extremely worrisome look, "my bro is going to kill me…"

"Dude, you could just rinse it with water for God's sake." Sid said to him, sighing.

"Yeah… I guess you're right. I got worked up over nothing."

"So Sid, I reckon this place haunts you a lot, ain't it?" Stinky asked Sid.

Sid turned around and saw the horrible building that stood before him. It was in this very place where he was hauled in a squad car and was put into a temporary lockup for mugging. He did that because he was very cash strapped that day and being drunk and high didn't help much either. His father bailed him out and he was very disappointed in him. But thankfully the cops went easy on him and he was sentenced to undergo juvenile probation since this was his first offence. After some stupid counseling which he thought was unnecessary, he was given a job under a watchful supervision from Detective Pudney. He shuddered at the thought of going to juvie. And due to that, he henceforth vowed to himself not to do something stupid again.

"Sid, she ain't gonna bite you, ya know? You're already off the hook." Stinky said again to reassure his pal.

"Yeah man… but still, it really sucks thinking all the shit I went through…" he hung his head down, gazing at his feet with fearful dull yellow eyes.

"Hey man, at least the worst is over. C'mon, let's go in. The girls need Detective Pudney's help. OUR help." Gerald said to encourage him. Still, Sid didn't budge a single step. Gerald groaned a sigh, but suddenly he remembered something, "Nadine needs your help."

Sid turned to Gerald and gazed at him. Nadine's image suddenly floated into his mind. He then became determined, and brave to venture forth into the police station. He wouldn't let his girlfriend down. He must help her at all cost. He must let all his fears and trauma go away if he wanted to help Nadine, his love. So he nodded at both of his friends, and they nodded back.

"Okay," Gerald said, "ready to face the music?"

Sid nodded with determination. "Let's go for it."

"Let's." Stinky concurred. And the three men without a baby, and neither they were stooges walked into the police building, which was buzzing with activities and shouts asking for more donuts. There was also some sort of a statue of a maiden holding a large vase in the middle of the room with a key-like thingy in it. How the heck a key made its way through there, people would never know. Stinky began to wonder whether that maiden statue would be a good hiding place to hide the key incase of an all out zombie attack. And why there was an unguarded expensive looking opal in front of it?

Poor Gerald. As he made his way into the police building with his friends, he did not realize that some wannabe thugs and druggies quickly ran to the car armed with wrenches and whatnot and started to strip the car out, stealing wheels, rims and other miscellanies. And he thought parking in front of the police station was very safe…

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So the three boys walked over to the front desk and saw a police officer typing something on the computer with only one hand. The other hand was holding a cup of coffee. The interior was hectic, to describe it mildly. Phones were ringing off the hook. People were sitting on the broken benches waiting to report a case. Lawyers walked in and out, and some punks were hauled into the jail cells by armed policemen. This reminded Sid of some painful memories of his own.

Gerald placed both of his hands on the desk and crossed them together, while the officer in front of him continued to work on the computer. Realizing that he wouldn't be helped if he just stood quiet, he then asked the officer, "Uh, can I—"

"If you want to lodge a report, please go to that officer over there." The bald, slightly overweight cop pointed to a desk near a potted plant and the city's flag.

"No, no, no." Gerald replied, "We're not lodging a report, we're looking—"

"Same place." He replied again, pointing at the same location.

"Look man," Gerald snapped, "We're in a hurry here! We're looking for a cop who works here! Her name's Detective Pudney."

Yet again, the officer replied in a bored, indifferent tone, "Upstairs second room to the left."

Gerald glared at him and replied, "Thanks… ass." The last word was said silently under his breath.

"I heard that, kid." The officer replied back, "You're lucky I'm not pressing you charges for insulting a police officer since I'm very busy right now."

Gerald gulped nervously and along with Sid and Stinky they quickly left the front desk and climbed the stairs to the second floor. They took the opportunity to observe the place for a moment.

"It's places like this I'm glad this city ain't big a hellhole it used to be." Stinky said to his friends.

"Pfft," Gerald replied, "What are you talking about? This city is a combination of Detroit, Newark and Jersey City. It's a frikken hellhole of all hellholes of America!"

"Funny, I always thought our city was a combination of Seattle, Brooklyn and Portland." Sid replied, shrugging.

"Wha are we discussing somethin' as trivial as this?" Stinky said to stop the conversation, "Our city is a city that has its own culture and style fellas, ya ain't hafta argue with that." The three guys then finally arrived in front of the door mentioned by the 'friendly' and 'helpful' police officer downstairs. The door had a broken window in the middle of it and 'Detectives' Office' was written on it. Gerald knocked and opened the door. As soon as he walked in he was stopped by a detective who just so happened to walk in front of them in perfect timing.

"Can I help you boys?" The tall, dark skinned man asked them, as he flipped through the clipboard he was holding.

"We're lookin' fer Detective Pudney?" Stinky replied.

"And we're in a rush." Gerald added.

"Oh, she's at the interrogating room right now. Why don't you boys have a seat near that water cooler? She'll be back." He informed. He then took a good look at Sid, and he could barely recognize him.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked Sid accusingly.

Sid was startled, "Uh… um… no. I think—"

"Yeah I know you." He said angrily, "You're that punk Pudney let off the hook. Now what did you do to warrant yourself of being here again? Breaking and entering? Dealin' drugs? Murder? Damn, you've got a lot of guts to come here back. You won't be so lucky next time, boy." He then left the boys and back to his business. Sid was disheartened at his remark. He glared defiantly at the detective back, as to tell him that he did change, and he was here for a business, not because he was in trouble.

"Easy, man." Gerald said to calm him down. "Show to him that you've really changed."

"Yeah. Calm down, will ya?" Stinky tried to pat one of Sid's shoulders. He darted his shoulder away from Stinky and hastily he walked away from them to exit the room. Gerald and Stinky quickly went over to him and tried to talk with the depressed friend.

"Man, don't take it so hard man. He's just being an asshole." Gerald said.

"The hell you know?" Sid snapped back. "People just look at me and see that like I'm some sort of filthy piece of shit."

"Naw ya ain't." Stinky disagreed completely. "We as yer friend ain't think you're shit because we believe in ya. And what's more, if ya were shit, Nadine wouldn't have faith in ya." What a true friend Stinky was, giving a great pep talk such as that.

Sid smiled a bit and chuckled. At least his friends believed in him. "You guys are such morons for believing in me." He said jokingly, which was replied with some playful banter and teasing insults from Gerald and Stinky. They also realized how close they were getting to a really awkward male bonding moment, which they really wanted to avoid from doing it. And suddenly – it's always 'suddenly' in this story… it's not like it's building tension or anything – they could hear footsteps ascending the stairs. They looked at the direction of where the sound was coming from and saw a female detective wearing a cop sweater and blue denim pants coming towards them. The boys, including Sid thought she was pretty hot. It was detective Pudney, sipping a cup of coffee while reading a paper attached on a clipboard. She took notice of the three boys, with one of them she knew particularly well.

"Ah, Sid." Detective Pudney, formerly known as Officer Pudney, said to him. "I assume you're here not due to the fact that you are in trouble right now, aren't you?"

"Uh… no Detective." Sid replied nervously.

"Oh good." She replied coolly, as if she had forgotten all about Sid and his history. "So, what are you and your guys doing here? You three want to join the force or something?"

"Uh, no Detective." Gerald replied to her. "But does LES rings a bell to you?"

Detective Pudney narrowed her eyes and lifted an eyebrow in alarm, "What did you say?"

"Ladies of Espionage Sisterhood."Stinky said to her.

"And we were sent here by your former apprentice Olga to ask you for your help." Gerald elaborated further.

Detective Pudney went silent and was in a state of shock. They stared at each other for a moment. All the memories of her back in the heydays of the organization suddenly came back to her. After regaining from the shock, she replied to them, "There are too many people here. Let's go inside my office."

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They went into Detective Pudney's office as she asked one of the boys to lock the door. Her office was small but all four of them managed to fit into the room. The office was bordered with wooden walls and windows to see through. Gerald and Stinky sat in front of the desk while Sid sat at a small couch that looked like it was ripped out from a school bus. After she made sure that everyone outside her office minded their own business and didn't suspect anything suspicious, and she retold herself repeatedly that the room was soundproof, she began to talk to the boys.

"What is this business with Olga and stuff? How did you know I was Olga's mentor and I was in that spy agency?" Detective Pudney asked.

"Olga told us all about it." Gerald replied back.

"Are… all of you informants?" the detective raised an eyebrow.

"Naw… but soon we will be…" Stinky replied, and they looked at each other.

"Hopefully." Sid shrugged, motioning his hands.

"Okay. How am I supposed to know that you're not making this stuff up?" she asked again skeptically.

Gerald brought his face close to her, "Order 28602." He replied. That convinced her.

Detective Pudney was taken aback. They were telling the truth after all. "Okay, I buy your story. What is the problem?"

"Detective, have you ever heard of a guy named Michael… uh…" Gerald had forgotten what Gino's last name was. "Yo Sid, what's Gino last name again?"

Sid then proceeded to tell Gerald Gino's name.

"THAT Michael?" Detective Pudney replied in shock. "Whose father was one of the head mob families in the city?"

The guys nodded, "That's him. He apparently has the headquarters under siege right now, unfortunately." Gerald said back.

"That base has been kept secret for generations! How did it get revealed?" she replied in anger.

"We ain't know how it happened." Stinky replied. "But what we heard from Michael's kid brother, apparently there was a mole and a traitor operating inside the organization amongst the agents and she deliberately told Michael their location."

"Oh, shit…" she threw herself back into the chair, sighing in disbelief as she rubbed her forehead, "This is more serious than I thought. So the agency has finally met its match. Wait… is Olga still with the organization now?" she asked.

"No." Gerald replied. "There's this chick called Bridget who's running the gig. She also used to be Olga's apprentice a long time ago."

"And my girlfriend is a member of the agency, Detective." Sid got up and walked over to them. "Please, I'm begging you Detective Pudney, help her. She needs your help. I need your help." Sid pleaded hopefully.

"Not to mention our female friends as well." Stinky said to her. "Hell, everyone in the agency is counting on you!"

"Help them Detective. Help the agency who helped you shaped into what you've become now." Gerald gave a final effort of persuasion to convince her to help the agency.

Detective Pudney lied back on her seat again, and sighed. After much contemplation on the subject, she replied, "I'm still bounded to the Order aren't I? Well, let's get started then. And why are you guys sounded like as if I'm not going to help them or something?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Gerald replied back, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What was with all the silly melodramatic persuasion that you guys pulled on me?" she asked again, smiling, "Even though I'm no longer one of their agents, but I am still attached to it. I have so many fond memories about LES. The joys of being of your own authority instead of following strict guidelines like I'm doing right now, the exhilaration of beating the crap out of some lowlife punk trying to do nasty stuffs to other people… what you kids nowadays say… bustin' the caps?" She then let her mind wandered, saying them out loud joyfully to herself, "Ah… good times… good times."

The boys looked at each other in perplexity. "Uh… Detective Pudney…?" Sid tried to snap her back to reality.

"Oh yeah, yeah, sorry. I got carried away with the reminiscing." She giggled embarrassedly. So she got up, grabbed her cop jacket from the coat hanger and wore it as she walked over to the door. "C'mon, what are you guys waiting for? Let's go."

"You're not saying that you're gonna tackle this mission all by yourself, are ya?" Gerald asked, confused.

"Of course not. Some of the former agents will help us help the agency."

"You mean…" Stinky said.

"Yep. There are cops here who used to work with the organization too." She gave him a smile and a wink. And off they went outside the Detective's Office and descended down the stairs. As they walked by, a female lawyer type person greeted the detective.

"Going somewhere, Pudney?" she asked.

"Order 28602, Michelle." She smiled back.

Michelle was stunned at the given reply, "Oh my God, really?" she exclaimed as a smile began to carved on her face. "Is there anything I can do to help? Kicking some ass or something?"

"Just let us cops do the dirty work first. You guys lay out the paperwork and—"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. We lay out the paperwork and convince the court that the defendant is crazy and/or insane in front of the juries if he or she mentions about the good ol' agency. And if he or she was found guilty, the judge would sentence that individual to a mental asylum for a treatment." She smiled devilishly.

"Atta girl." Pudney smiled back, and continued forth as they boys followed her from behind.

"Was she…" Sid pointed to the lawyer with his thumb pointing to the back.

"Yeah, she used to be my partner during our stint in LES."

"But aren't what you guys are doing right now are like, illegal and exploiting the loopholes and junk?" Gerald asked her.

"It's legal only in this city, kiddo." Detective Pudney replied back. "Didn't the urban legend go something like this: 'Unique only to this very city and non others anywhere else in this great land.'?"

Gerald was stunned and was shocked, and yet he was absolutely surprised and in awe that she actually delivered the same urban legend line that he had told to scores of people in his school. "You were…"

"Indeed, I used to be the 'Keeper of the Tale' of my school too." She smiled at him.

"Daymn. So, all the urban legends did pass down to kid generation to kid generation, and teen generation to teen generation after all." Stinky said in awe.

"You dare question the legitimacy of the urban legend!" Detective Pudney and Gerald said in chorus. They then looked at each other for a moment and chuckled softly.

"So uh… where are we going?" Sid asked her.

"You know in the movies where the cops in the patrol car talks to an operator through the police network?" Officer Pundey asked them, and they all nodded, "We're going the operators' office right now, conveniently located at the lower ground."

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"Fox-box 19 to Central 42, we're in a hot pursuit, over. Requesting backup, over."

"Fox-box 19, please standby, over." The female operator replied, and she then clicked something on the computer and said, "Fox-box 20 and 05, you are urgently in need to assist Fox-box 19, over. Car chase in progress on Highway 105, over."

"Copy that, Central 42. We're on our way." Both the 20 and 05 cars answered.

"Fox-box 19, backup is on the way. I repeat, backup is on the way, over."

"Copy that, and thanks."

The whole conversation occurred in a dark operator office with three female officers and one male officer attending to their jobs of helping their compatriots in the line of duty. The door to the office opened, and the male officer didn't like what he saw.

"Goddamn, Pudney!" he said as he lowered his headphone down, "What are those kids doing here? You know this is a restricted area!"

"Your wife just called, she said her mother is coming for a visit." She lied to him, just to get him out of the way.

"WHAT!" he exclaimed loudly as he jumped up from his seat. "This ain't happening!" he then grudgingly walked upstairs to phone his wife to protest. Detective Pudney asked Stinky to close and lock the door and he did so. The other operators looked at her quizzically. "Pudney, what are you—?"

"Ladies, it's time to execute Order 28602. The headquarters is in trouble." She smiled at them. The three of the officers looked at her in shock for a while, and then they nodded, and they proceeded to perform the procedure.

"Attention all: Execute Order 28602. All are to proceed to the headquarters right now."

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"What? There's no such thing as an Order 28602!" A male officer said in disbelief and grabbed the communicator, "The police network ain't something to play around man! What are you guys doing?"

But the female officer next to him understood the code, "Sorry Kurt, I'm gonna have to boot you out of the car." She said as she unfastened his seatbelt, opened the door next to him and shoved him out of the car. She then proceeded to commandeer the police car and drove away, leaving his partner behind.

"Hey, what the!" he said to himself angrily as he got up from the ground, "Come back!"

At another squad car, there were two policewomen in the car patrolling around the block as they talked to each other about their personal lives and such. "So I said to my son—"

"Wait, hold up…" her partner raised a hand to her to stop her for a while as she tuned the volume up.

"—602, I repeat, execute Order 28602."

"28602?" the driver asked. They then looked at each other and then they both exclaimed, "The Code! To the Liberty District!"

And at yet another squad car, "Doesn't make sense to me." The female officer shrugged. "Are they drunk or something?"

"Probably they meant something else. Come on, let's just continue on our patrol." The male officer said, and the female cop agreed.

And finally, back at the Precinct 42 police station, "Seven patrol cars are on their way to the headquarters, Detective." One of the operators said, smiling at Detective Pudney.

"Good job." Detective Pudney replied, "You guys stay here and monitor the progress while the boys and I are going to the organization's headquarters."

"All right. Whatever you do, at any cost, don't let the other know about the agency."

I'm kinda happy that I finally could get Officer uh... Detective Pudney to play a role in this story, seeing that I want all the small insignificant characters in Hey Arnold to play at least one role in the fic. Fight will resume on the next chapter, and it's going to be awesome. Just to get you pumped up and stuff. Anyway, thanks for reading and please leave a review.