Falling from the 19th floor of WOOHP headquarters and medical ward, Marcel smirked as he looked down towards the ground. Alex's screams were only music to his ears. Alex opened an eye slightly to look at him. The rain wouldn't stop pouring, the sound of distant thunder didn't help Alex's fears much either.

"S-Stop this madness, M-Marcel," Alex muttered. "Y-You d-don't have to d-."

Alex couldn't finish her sentence before she felt the electricity volts coursing through the chambers of heart, causing her heart to begin to race at rapid pace. She could feel it course through her bloodstream; her fingertips would become numb, her legs would begin to tingle, and her head begin to hurt.

"I'm sorry?" Marcel paused. "I couldn't quite hear you!"

Marcel then began laughing. His demeanor was clear, he intended to kill her. When they were at a level that Marcel thought was right, he pulled the release on Alex's C.A.S.H. to deploy the parachute. The yellow flower came out of the holter and it was an easy breeze from there. They skied crossed the air towards the Angeles National Forest.

…..

Approximately 5 minutes before Marcel's escape with Alex from WOOHP

Sam, Clover, and Britney were driving their motor-bikes. Sam had David with her, he was holding onto her tightly since they were in a rush to get to WOOHP. Clover had Connor with her, he was holding her close, his arms wrapped sweetly around her waist. William was with Britney, he held on tight and kept an eye out for danger, in this case his half-brother. They came to a stop close to WOOHP headquarters, they began looking around. Connor saw a dark figure standing too close to the edge of the widow on the 19th floor.

"Right there!" He said as he pointed it out.

The girls and other men turned their attention to what he was pointing to. William clenched his fist, they were too late.

"Marcel," William said. "We're too late."

"No, we will-," Britney began to say before Clover gasped in shock.

They watched in horror as Marcel jumped backwards out the window with Alex tightly in his grasp. Distantly, they could hear cries.

"ALEX!" Sam and Clover cried out.

"Oh no," Britney added.

"This isn't happening," David began. "Tell me I'm just dreaming."

"This is all real," Connor admitted. "As terrible as it is."

Jerry came out of headquarters, holding his wounded shoulder.

"Girls!" He cried out.

Sam, Clover, and Britney turned their head in shock, seeing their boss wounded was horrifying.

"Jerry!" Sam paused as the three of them got off their motor-bikes. "What happened?"

"Don't worry about me, Sam," he said. "You need to stop him, that is your mission."

"We can't leave you like this, Jerry," Clover spoke.

"Are you going to let Alex die then?" Jerry asked.

Clover and Sam blinked as they looked at each other. They couldn't let Alex die, but leaving Jerry injured wasn't something they couldn't do eather. Britney walked over to them.

"I will stay here with Jerry," she said. "You two, stop Marcel and save Alex from death."

Clover and Sam looked at her as they gave her a nod.

"We will find you and make sure he is locked up for good. Don't let him escape," Jerry said. "That's an order."

…

Approximately after 6 minutes of paragliding

Marcel landed in a closed remote area of Angeles National Forest. He dropped Alex, who had fallen unconscious within a minute of them paragliding. The yellow flower parachute had covered Alex's figure perfect, she was hidden under the large heavy material. Marcel took off the parachute holter, he began walking away from what he did.

"Such a shame it had to come to that, big brother," Marcel began talking to himself. "You brought it upon yourself."

Once he was at a safe distance where he could still see the parachute, Marcel reached into his pocket to take out the triggering device for the shunt inside Alex's chest. Something was wrong. He began placing his hands in every pocket he knew he had on his person. Where was it?

"What!" He cursed. "Where is it?!"

"Looking for this?" A female voice answered.

Marcel turned to his left, seeing Samantha holding the triggering device in her hand. Her long red hair was shining in the little bits of sunlight. Marcel pulled out his pistol and pointed it at her out of rage.

"You have no idea who you are messing with, chick!" He yelled. "Give it to me now!"

Marcel then pulled his right hand back after he received an iron hard karate kick to make him drop the gun. Clover kicked the gun away before she made a fabulous backflip and landed right on her feet. She then gave her blonde hair a flip.

"Not so tough without your gun now, are you, kid?" Clover questioned.

Marcel smirked as he pulled out his pocket knife. Clover and Sam blinked in surprise.

"Okay, that didn't go quite as planned," Sam said.

"What's the matter, ladies?" Marcel paused. "Don't you know how to dance?"

"What does that exactly mean?" Clover asked.

"I'll show you!" Marcel yelled as he lunged forward.

Sam gave Clover a small stare. Sam had a plan, if Clover read the stare in Sam's green eyes, they couldn't mess this up. Once Marcel got closer, both of them grabbed him by his arms and judo flipped him to the hard ground. Sam held him down as Clover handed her hand cuffs. Clover received a large cut on her forearm, other than that, the mission was complete. Marcel grumbled as he cursed. The sound of nearby helicopters landed and WOOHP agents spread around, taking Marcel into custody. Britney came over to them with a bright smile on her face as she held her hand out.

"Good job, ladies," she said. "We will make sure that Marcel will face the highest sentence."

Sam handed Britney the triggering device, before her eyes landed on the yellow colored parachute.

"Alex!" She ran over.

Clover did as well. Both of them lifted the heavy material off of their friend. Alex was cold to the touch, limp. Sam and Clover began shaking their heads as tears fell from their eyes.

"William was right," Sam began.

"We were too late," finished Clover.

Their memories with Alex flooded their minds, causing them to break down completely. This wasn't right, Alex couldn't be…

"I thought you were legendary Spies," Marcel would mock at their misery and pain. "You look like a bunch of crybabies!"

"Legends never die," Britney said, he was proud of his spies. "Get him out of here."

Both Sam and Clover turned their head when they heard Britney say those words. What did it mean? Legends never die? Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a weak cough. Clover was the first to turn her head to see her friend slowly beginning to open her eyes.

"Medic! We need a medic!" Clover yelled.

~Author's note!~

I just want to thank you all for reading this fanfiction. I am posting two chapters today (May 4th, 2020, May the Fourth be With You) because I had this chapter idea ready in my head for awhile and I wanted to write it down and get it posted. The next chapter will most likely be the last and ending chapter to this fanfiction. I hope that all of you are staying safe, staying home (if you can), and staying healthy during this time of crisis. Happy reading!