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Here's chapter 6! I know the quality may be dropping, and for that, I'm sorry. . . I'm trying to wrap this story up as quick as possible. Hoping to finish, but I may not be able to. If I can't, I'll probably hand over the reins to another author. However, here comes my final push.

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~Chapter 6~

The wee hours of that morning found Arnold restless. Upon hearing peculiar noises, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked to his left, where a beautiful young blonde lay sleeping peacefully on her stomach.

"Clover, did you hear that?" he whispered.

The girl beside him in the large, spacious bed turned her head to face him and laid a hand on his bare chest. Now half-awake, she mumbled, "The only thing I hear is you."

The unusual sounds grew more frequent and acute, spiking Arnold's concern level. Anxiety creeping up on him, the teenager felt like a small child afraid of the monster under his bed. He was somewhat annoyed by his partner's lack of fear. But, at the same time, he was peeved with his own fear, believing it to be mere imagination. "Are you sure you hear nothing?"

Clover grunted and rolled on her side away from him. "Go to sleep, babe."

Reluctantly, Arnold shut his eyes and lay back in bed. In seemingly the next second, he opened his eyes once more to see two dark masked figures, one in the window and the other overlooking Clover's body with a knife in hand. Arnold screamed shrilly, waking Clover. Frantic yet determined, the young man immediately threw off the covers and assumed a weak fighting stance while standing over his lover. The one who was a step from Clover dropped his knife upon realizing that his target was awake and retreated out the window. Joining up in the spies' backyard, both fled from the scene in a panic.

One second behind, Clover jumped up out of bed and prepared for the non-existent battle. When she saw the man hop out the window, instead of giving chase like she had been trained to do, she turned to Arnold to ensure that he was untouched and in good health.

"Arnold! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he replied a bit shakily. "Confused, but fine."

That was enough information to reassure the spy. Wasting no time, she threw her arms around her boyfriend. His heart racing, Arnold drew her in in a tight embrace. Suddenly, the floor dropped out from underneath them. The incautious couple screamed as they descended down a long winding tunnel before dropping out onto a red and gold couch that was very familiar to Clover. However, this couch was much lumpier than she remembered.

"Hey!" it cried. The two looked down to see Sam and Alex currently being squished underneath them. The spies on the bottom promptly and heartily tossed the new arrivals onto the floor, slight smiles of satisfaction creeping upon their faces.

"Jerry!" the blonde exclaimed, jumping up and running to hug him. The old man's eyes widened at the gesture. "Boy am I glad to see you. I was just about to become spy soup. I would have had Arnold not been there to save me."

Jerry's gaze shifted from the girl hugging him tightly to the boy who was glancing around the sleek office in awe. Realizing his name had been called, he pulled himself up off the floor and stood up straight.

"It seems I have you to thank for saving one of my top agents," he said to Arnold.

A clueless, half-dazed Arnold shrugged. "Just protecting my girl," he stated.

"Even so, your protective tendency is very valuable. How would you, dear boy, like to become an agent for WOOHP?" Sam and Alex's jaws dropped wide open, remembering "Admiral Admirable" all too well. What was their boss thinking? Jerry ignored the girls, focusing on his hopefully new recruit. Meanwhile, Clover brightened, her eyes sparkling with euphoria. The more time she was able to spend with Arnold, the better.

"Me, a secret agent?" asked Arnold incredulously. He weighed this possibility in his mind. As if it were a possibility? Could he, Arnold Jackson, the resident Beverly High School geek, become a spy? This had to be a dream.

"A spy for the World Organization Of Human Protection, yes."

"Wow! Clover, you're. . . a spy?" She nodded gleefully. "Sam, Alex, you girls, too?" Both nodded a much less enthusiastic affirmative.

"If you accept, you will be working with these three, at least for a while until I can find you a spot on another team," continued Jerry. "I assure you, theirs is one of the best. You'll learn a lot from them."

"Umm. . . Sure, I guess! What all do I have to do?"

Forty-eight hours jam-packed with intensive mental and physical exercise later, Arnold emerged from WOOHP headquarters an official spy in training. All five spies were beyond exhaustion and planned to spend their next hours sound asleep.

For the next few weeks, life continued in much the same manner as it had the past few months. Practically the only times Sam and Alex saw Clover was at school or on missions, which discontented them beyond words. But she was never alone, for Arnold was constantly by her side. When she wasn't with him, their friend rushed through life without ever saying even five consecutive words to her former friends. As hard as they tried, they couldn't even get her to talk to them in the women's restroom at school.

Because he was still an amateur, Arnold would join the three girls on their vigorous missions. Often unsure of himself, he committed error after error. Inexperienced and inadequate, the boy caused the super spies to compensate for his lack of skill and teamwork. The team's success rate dropped, but Clover, blinded by love, would not allow him to quit, leaving the trio of girls to virtually babysit the new recruit.