Disclaimer: I do not own Totally Spies
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( ) - author's notes
***** - scene change
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The Assassin: WOOHP Files
Chapter 2
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"Just...a little...closer," Nate said under his breath.
He was standing in front of a WOOHP computer, trying to find access codes for the door in front of him. This door led to an elevator, the elevator led to the basement of the sub-basement. Right as he was about to get it, a feedback pulse shot through the connection he'd set up with the terminal and caused him a severe headache. His connection broken, he staggered back against the far wall.
"Dammit," he held his head, shaking it a little. "What are they hiding down there?"
"Nate, what are you doing down here?" a familiar voice asked...Sarah.
"Just tryin' to get through the door. What in there anyway?"
"That's not for us to be concerned with, now come on, Jerry has a mission for you," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder to illustrate her point.
"Fine."
*****
"Let me get this straight Jerry," Sam said sounding somewhat confused. "You want to send him...to school...with us?"
"Sam, he won't be there as a student, he's much too old, he'll be there as a substitute teacher. Don't worry, I've arranged that he won't be in any of your classes," Jerry said calmly.
"What class will he be teaching?" Alex asked.
"Chemistry."
"Ya'know Jer, since it is out school, why not just have us take care of it?" Clover asked.
"Because you see girls, you'll probably get pulled away for some other mission, and therefore wouldn't have time. With him there to constantly monitor the subject, you won't have to worry."
"Oh," all three of them said.
The door behind them slid open and Nate stepped in with Sarah, and he didn't look too happy. His hand looked as if it was itching to grab his Colt from its holster and shoot his father right then and there. Sarah was looking cheerful, though, she usually does.
"What is this about?" he asked through gritted teeth, then mellowed when he said, "Hey girls."
Since the last chapter ended with them getting the upper hand on him in that little argument, the four of them have gotten to know each other well enough to say they were beyond just being acquaintances. He answered some their questions and they answered his.
"Hi," Alex said quickly.
"Hey Nate," Sam.
"Yeah, hi," Clover.
"Now, what is this I hear about getting put on surveillance duty?" he turned his attention back to Jerry.
"Most of our agents are out on missions, and there are no assassinations scheduled. So, instead of just having you sit around here, I'm putting you to work."
"Makes sense," he said calming down. "What'll I be doing exactly?"
"Well, since one of the chemistry teachers is out with the flu, you'll be taking her place. Now, it's junior chemistry, so we'll have to upload the proper information. You'll be starting tomorrow, so you had better get to sleep early tonight."
"Right."
"Since it's our school you'll be going to, I think one of us should show you around first," Sam said.
"Good idea, Sam," Jerry said, "but which one?"
"I'll do it," Alex said raising her hand.
"Alright."
Nate looked over at the young girl who was going to be his guide through the high school. He knew her understanding of that place was much greater than his. What was unknown to him, though, was why she would do this. It seemed to him that a student would rather not be chummy with a teacher, unless they were trying to get something in return. But she wouldn't even be in his class, so what was the point?
'She's just helpful, that's all,' he figured.
"Okay then, Alex start briefing him on what he'll need to know. Sam and Clover, you're free to go," Jerry said and pressed a button.
*****
"So, this Mandy person, I should watch out for her?" Nate asked.
"Oh yeah, if her and Clover are even in the same room together they go ballistic," Alex said. "I'd advise not getting in the middle."
They had left WOOHP headquarters and headed for wherever. Nate had a feeling, though, that Alex was subconsciously heading for the mall. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted was information. And Alex was providing plenty of it.
"That's good to know."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"What happened to you mom, I mean, Jerry almost told us, but he stopped."
"If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone else, alright?"
"Can I tell Sam and Clover?"
"Not even them, well, maybe Sam, but not Clover, I wouldn't trust her with something like this."
"Well, alright."
"My mother was a spy for WOOHP, it was where she met my father. They used her as a test subject for this thing they put inside me. She...didn't survive the procedure," he said in a lowered voice.
"Is that why you don't act like Jerry is your dad?"
"That would be the main reason. Once these machines became part of me, I ceased being his son and began a new life as an assassin."
Alex felt that he wasn't telling her the whole story, but she just shrugged it off and continued walking.
*****
Nate stood in front of the door again, his hand resting on the cold titanium. He couldn't figure it out, something was drawing him to whatever was behind the door. His hand pulled away when he heard an alarm. The sound of a seal breaking filled the air, and steam, or something, was billowing out from around the door.
"What the hell?"
As he watched, the solid piece of metal split in half and slid apart. What met him was an empty room about ten feet by ten feet. Stepping inside he turned around in time to see the door close, and he made no move to stop it. He was in darkness for a few seconds before a light in the ceiling turned on. There was a lurch and the floor began to descend, away from the light.
As he went down lights on the walls turned on. He didn't know how far down he had gone when the elevator finally stopped, but he did know that it was getting colder. The wall before him opened to reveal a large room, a very cold room. He walked in, looking around him at the bare walls, tubing and circuitry exposed. Even though temperature didn't affect him as much as it would a normal person, he still felt the need to tug the front of his tank top. Sleeves appeared to cover his arms as it changed into a sweatshirt.
"What is this place?" he asked as he went further into the room.
Another alarm went off and the security system activated. The floor beneath him began to shift and flow like molten metal, which was impossible considering the ambient temperature of the room. It shifted into a pair of hands that grabbed his ankles, and two more reached up and encased his hands. He sighed as the skin of forearm opened and a small green disc appeared. It lit up and a green sphere surrounded his body, severing the ties that his bonds had to their source. The metal melting from his body, seeking to return the floor beneath his feet.
When he looked up from the floor he saw something that chilled him more than the cold of the room ever could. Wires and tubes ran down from the ceiling high above to concentrate on a single entity, a woman suspended in midair. As he grew closer, he could see that the woman's lower arms and legs were nonexistent and the cords and tubes were growing from there. I say growing because it appeared that they were actually part of her. The metal and flesh merged together seamlessly (think of something like how Sara Pezzini looked like with the Witchblade, not the show, the comic book). The woman looked oddly familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before, but she didn't look old enough to be his mother.
The disc was retraced back into his arm, and the shield dropped. The hole in his arm didn't heal right away, as a long blade replaced the space of the disc. He walked closer to her, readying to slice through the cables and tubes, when something stopped him, that same thing that brought him here. His hand began to reach out, wanting to touch this person who seemed so familiar. He stopped his hand though when he saw a thick cord running from under her long green hair and off to the side. Looking to the side he saw a computer that the cable plugged into.
"Reliving happy memories," he guessed as he sat in the chair in front of the computer and began to search for any information on who this was.
All of a sudden the lights turned off and a red glow filled the room. The elevator door, which he hadn't noticed to have closed, opened and Jerry, along with a security team, ran in. The guards were carry weapons he had seen before, they were carrying amped-up freeze guns.
"Nate, how did you get down here?" Jerry asked sternly as he leveled his own weapon at his son.
"Hey, the door opened by itself," he shrugged, not really worried with these people. "What is this place anyway?"
"..." Jerry was silent, he couldn't answer such a question, not just because he didn't know how.
"Well, who is she?" he jerked his head towards the unconscious woman, his hand slowly inching towards the gun strapped to his left leg.
"I told you not to go near that door, didn't I, why did you?" Jerry asked. "This place is forbidden to everyone except those who have authorized access."
Nate didn't really care at the moment as he unholstered his weapon and pointed it at the computer.
"If you won't tell me, I'll just wake her up," he said calmly as he cocked the hammer.
He never had a chance the pull the trigger as a beam of ice was shot from above him, freezing him. The guards came over and picked him up waiting for an order.
"Prepare a mind-wipe, first we'll see what actually happened," Jerry said and the guards nodded.
*****
The next day was Monday, and Clover, Sam and Alex were making their way to chemistry. To be honest, they weren't looking forward to it, just another boring day of looking through a microscope. Sure it was fun for Sam, but it bored the hell out of the other two. Upon entering the room, they stopped in surprise. Sure his hair had changed from a green braid to a dirty blonde bowl cut, but it was definitely Nate. He was standing behind the teacher's desk, writing on the blackboard. They were the first ones there, so they decided talk to him.
"Um, Nate, what are you doing here?" Clover asked.
"Apparently it was the wrong teacher that was reported to be out sick, so here I am," he said with a slight laugh, the memory of the previous night was completely gone.
"Well I for one don't really mind," Alex said.
"Don't get your hopes up, its pretty much just a review worksheet," Nate shrugged as he went back to writing instructions on the board. "Just take that paper there and get to your seats."
They each took a piece of paper and a small packet of news articles that he had pointed to and went to take their seats at the lab table in the front of the room. As soon as they sat down more students started coming in, taking their seats. Nate watched them all, looking for anyone that he might recognize from Alex's descriptions, and she was very descriptive.
'That must be Mandy,' he thought when he saw her enter the room. 'How could such a pitiful looking person possibly be able to infuriate those girls so much?'
He glad that everyone was looking at the board when they walked in, that way he wouldn't have to explain it. Each one took what was required and went to their seats, some of them started on it right away, while others just started talking. He sat down in the chair behind the main lab table and took a laptop out of his back. He knew all too well that class got very boring, having already had three classes today.
'At least the teacher for this class was smart enough to put Clover and Mandy at opposite ends of the room,' he looked at the seating chart and the lack of screeching voices.
Things were going smoothly till the noise level got to be almost unbearable. This was one thing he couldn't figure out about teachers, how did they keep calm while their students were being so annoying. He closed his laptop and looked up at the class, most of the people talking quieted down, but there were still those who refused to lower their voices.
"You," he looked at the seating chart, "Mandy, keep your voice down, people are trying to work. If you haven't realized, this assignment is due by the end of class."
"Can't I, like, get it to you by next class?" she asked in that annoying, squeaky voice.
"No, you can't, now get back to work and keep your voice down."
He was glad to see that she at least had respect for her teachers, even if it was an act. The three in the front were as well behaved as anyone could possibly be. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, Sam helping out the other two with the worksheet. With that taken care of he went back to his laptop, cataloging everything that had gone on today. The one who he was supposed to be keeping an eye on was not a student as he had been told, and wasn't even at the school, so he had decided to make the best of it.
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The class ended on a quiet note as the students all filed out through the door as the final bell rang. The three spies, though, had decided to hang back and talk to him.
"So, who are you here to keep an eye on?" Sam asked.
"Someone named David, but he's not in any of the classes I had today."
"Wait, David, as in my David?" Clover asked, her voice taking on a bit of a whiny tone.
"What does you mean by that?" he asked as he cocked his head a little. "How can he be yours?"
"It's just a figure of speech," Sam said.
"Oh, well, in any case, that would be the one I'm talking about."
"But, why him?" Alex asked.
"I can't discuss that now, and you three have stayed too long, you have to get going," he grabbed an eraser and started to wipe the board clean. "Someone is watching."
Sam and Clover started for the door, but Alex hung back, seemingly to ask a question about the work. She told the others that she would meet them at the mall later on. They accepted this and left, talking about a new store at the mall that they had to check out.
"What is it with you people and clothing?" Nate asked as he began writing notes on the board for the next day.
"Well, we have to keep up with the times, you know?"
"No, I don't know, having less clothing saves energy, because you don't have to think about what to where; I think it was Einstein that did that," he placed his hand on his chin in thought.
"But, that's so boring."
"Maybe, but it's efficient," he said then looked towards the door. "Did you have a question about the work?"
"Oh, yeah, these articles are about putting a chemical plant on a river near a small town, what does that have to do with chemistry?"
"It's supposed to teach you how to deal with real world situations, or at least that's my guess," he shrugged and motioned her to head for the door. "Come on, I gotta lock up."
"Right."
They left the room, the door locking when closed, he didn't even need to use his key. After that they stopped off at the office, where he dropped off said key. Upon reaching the main entrance he stepped forward and opened the door for her, like a gentleman, or a teacher. Once outside he unbuttoned the starched white shirt and untucked it, letting it fall loosely. Under it was his usual green tank top, which miraculously didn't show through the white at all. He also removed the blonde wig he had been wearing, letting his green hair down, no braid.
"Feels good to be out of that," he said shaking his head a little, feeling his loose hair move from side to side. 'Where is he?'
"I'll say, I had to where a wig once, my hair got so messed up it took me a week to get it back to normal," Alex agreed.
"I meant out of the school."
"Oh."
"Need a ride?" he asked stepping up to a red motorcycle (picture the one Kaneda rides in the movie Akira).
*****
"Ah, home sweet hole in the ground," Nate sighed as he once again stepped into an elevator.
This one took him directly to the personnel part of the WOOHP complex. He stepped out and went to his room, closing and locking the door behind him. Maybe it was a mistake, he thought, to give those three girls his e-mail. He looked around his small room, it was only about eleven feet by nine feet, with his bed built into the far wall, and a nightstand right next to it, next to that, built into a small alcove in the wall, was his computer.
In the wall across from all that was his closet, containing three pairs of shifter pants, and three shifter tanks. On the floor below those were his shifter boots. Shifter clothing is made up of "smart threads", these threads are preprogrammed to respond to the wearer's thoughts, and with a simple tug at the appropriate spot, will change into any number of clothing.
The wall that also had the door in it was littered with different kinds of weapons. An actual lightsaber, his Colt, two shotels (like the kind used by Gundam Sandrock Custom in Endless Waltz [Ha, bet you didn't think I would sneak those in]), a Shirasaya bamboo sword, a long piece of bamboo with a sword hidden within (I'll explain more later), and a large scythe. Also there was an SVD Dragunov, an FN P90, two Desert Eagles, and one of his favorites, a gun-sword (I've drawn a picture, I just wish you could see it). All this and other assorted guns and cutlery.
'If only they knew,' he thought as he dropped down onto his bed.
*****
The next day Sam, Clover and Alex were all in the cafeteria, watching David. They couldn't understand why someone like Nate would be assigned to watch someone so innocent. It didn't make sense, but, then again, they had been fooled before.
"It could be an act," Sam whispered.
"Then he must be a pretty good actor to have been like that for almost a year," Clover responded.
"Maybe we should ask Jerry what they're accusing him of."
"Good idea Sammy," Alex chimed.
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"Just remember Alex, he can't be trusted," Nate said as she stepped off the bike in front of the mall. "No matter how innocent he may seem."
"What exactly did he do?" Alex asked handing him the helmet he let her borrow.
"That's not information I can give you, but Jerry might. Don't tell Sam or Clover about this, alright?"
"Alright?"
With that he revved the engine and took off, easily breaking the speed limit. Alex stood there for a few seconds before going into the mall where Sam and Clover were waiting for her.
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"We'll ask him after school, unless he whoops us before then," Clover added, not really believing that the object of her desire could possibly be a criminal.
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"Like it or not girls, he's bad news," Nate said to himself from his position as caf monitor.
He had been watching them watch his target. It hadn't occurred to him that David wasn't a student, seeing as how the information he was given wasn't really up to date. Students milled around all over the cafeteria, some of them not sitting at tables, but standing in small groups, talking. Once in a while a student he recognized from one of the classes he taught would wave and say hi.
'I know waiting is part of the job, but this is ridiculous,' he thought as he leaned against the wall. "This is all so boring."
TBC
There, second chapter is done, sorry for it taking so damn long. To be honest I haven't really had much interest in this story. Totally Spies is an okay show, but not one that really peaks my interest. I hardly watch the show as it is. Well, that's all I have to say, none of that pissy bullshit about the next chapter. For some reason writing all that is just not appealing anymore.
' ' - thought
( ) - author's notes
***** - scene change
=+= flashback =+= - self-explanatory
The Assassin: WOOHP Files
Chapter 2
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"Just...a little...closer," Nate said under his breath.
He was standing in front of a WOOHP computer, trying to find access codes for the door in front of him. This door led to an elevator, the elevator led to the basement of the sub-basement. Right as he was about to get it, a feedback pulse shot through the connection he'd set up with the terminal and caused him a severe headache. His connection broken, he staggered back against the far wall.
"Dammit," he held his head, shaking it a little. "What are they hiding down there?"
"Nate, what are you doing down here?" a familiar voice asked...Sarah.
"Just tryin' to get through the door. What in there anyway?"
"That's not for us to be concerned with, now come on, Jerry has a mission for you," she jerked her thumb over her shoulder to illustrate her point.
"Fine."
*****
"Let me get this straight Jerry," Sam said sounding somewhat confused. "You want to send him...to school...with us?"
"Sam, he won't be there as a student, he's much too old, he'll be there as a substitute teacher. Don't worry, I've arranged that he won't be in any of your classes," Jerry said calmly.
"What class will he be teaching?" Alex asked.
"Chemistry."
"Ya'know Jer, since it is out school, why not just have us take care of it?" Clover asked.
"Because you see girls, you'll probably get pulled away for some other mission, and therefore wouldn't have time. With him there to constantly monitor the subject, you won't have to worry."
"Oh," all three of them said.
The door behind them slid open and Nate stepped in with Sarah, and he didn't look too happy. His hand looked as if it was itching to grab his Colt from its holster and shoot his father right then and there. Sarah was looking cheerful, though, she usually does.
"What is this about?" he asked through gritted teeth, then mellowed when he said, "Hey girls."
Since the last chapter ended with them getting the upper hand on him in that little argument, the four of them have gotten to know each other well enough to say they were beyond just being acquaintances. He answered some their questions and they answered his.
"Hi," Alex said quickly.
"Hey Nate," Sam.
"Yeah, hi," Clover.
"Now, what is this I hear about getting put on surveillance duty?" he turned his attention back to Jerry.
"Most of our agents are out on missions, and there are no assassinations scheduled. So, instead of just having you sit around here, I'm putting you to work."
"Makes sense," he said calming down. "What'll I be doing exactly?"
"Well, since one of the chemistry teachers is out with the flu, you'll be taking her place. Now, it's junior chemistry, so we'll have to upload the proper information. You'll be starting tomorrow, so you had better get to sleep early tonight."
"Right."
"Since it's our school you'll be going to, I think one of us should show you around first," Sam said.
"Good idea, Sam," Jerry said, "but which one?"
"I'll do it," Alex said raising her hand.
"Alright."
Nate looked over at the young girl who was going to be his guide through the high school. He knew her understanding of that place was much greater than his. What was unknown to him, though, was why she would do this. It seemed to him that a student would rather not be chummy with a teacher, unless they were trying to get something in return. But she wouldn't even be in his class, so what was the point?
'She's just helpful, that's all,' he figured.
"Okay then, Alex start briefing him on what he'll need to know. Sam and Clover, you're free to go," Jerry said and pressed a button.
*****
"So, this Mandy person, I should watch out for her?" Nate asked.
"Oh yeah, if her and Clover are even in the same room together they go ballistic," Alex said. "I'd advise not getting in the middle."
They had left WOOHP headquarters and headed for wherever. Nate had a feeling, though, that Alex was subconsciously heading for the mall. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted was information. And Alex was providing plenty of it.
"That's good to know."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"What happened to you mom, I mean, Jerry almost told us, but he stopped."
"If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone else, alright?"
"Can I tell Sam and Clover?"
"Not even them, well, maybe Sam, but not Clover, I wouldn't trust her with something like this."
"Well, alright."
"My mother was a spy for WOOHP, it was where she met my father. They used her as a test subject for this thing they put inside me. She...didn't survive the procedure," he said in a lowered voice.
"Is that why you don't act like Jerry is your dad?"
"That would be the main reason. Once these machines became part of me, I ceased being his son and began a new life as an assassin."
Alex felt that he wasn't telling her the whole story, but she just shrugged it off and continued walking.
*****
Nate stood in front of the door again, his hand resting on the cold titanium. He couldn't figure it out, something was drawing him to whatever was behind the door. His hand pulled away when he heard an alarm. The sound of a seal breaking filled the air, and steam, or something, was billowing out from around the door.
"What the hell?"
As he watched, the solid piece of metal split in half and slid apart. What met him was an empty room about ten feet by ten feet. Stepping inside he turned around in time to see the door close, and he made no move to stop it. He was in darkness for a few seconds before a light in the ceiling turned on. There was a lurch and the floor began to descend, away from the light.
As he went down lights on the walls turned on. He didn't know how far down he had gone when the elevator finally stopped, but he did know that it was getting colder. The wall before him opened to reveal a large room, a very cold room. He walked in, looking around him at the bare walls, tubing and circuitry exposed. Even though temperature didn't affect him as much as it would a normal person, he still felt the need to tug the front of his tank top. Sleeves appeared to cover his arms as it changed into a sweatshirt.
"What is this place?" he asked as he went further into the room.
Another alarm went off and the security system activated. The floor beneath him began to shift and flow like molten metal, which was impossible considering the ambient temperature of the room. It shifted into a pair of hands that grabbed his ankles, and two more reached up and encased his hands. He sighed as the skin of forearm opened and a small green disc appeared. It lit up and a green sphere surrounded his body, severing the ties that his bonds had to their source. The metal melting from his body, seeking to return the floor beneath his feet.
When he looked up from the floor he saw something that chilled him more than the cold of the room ever could. Wires and tubes ran down from the ceiling high above to concentrate on a single entity, a woman suspended in midair. As he grew closer, he could see that the woman's lower arms and legs were nonexistent and the cords and tubes were growing from there. I say growing because it appeared that they were actually part of her. The metal and flesh merged together seamlessly (think of something like how Sara Pezzini looked like with the Witchblade, not the show, the comic book). The woman looked oddly familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before, but she didn't look old enough to be his mother.
The disc was retraced back into his arm, and the shield dropped. The hole in his arm didn't heal right away, as a long blade replaced the space of the disc. He walked closer to her, readying to slice through the cables and tubes, when something stopped him, that same thing that brought him here. His hand began to reach out, wanting to touch this person who seemed so familiar. He stopped his hand though when he saw a thick cord running from under her long green hair and off to the side. Looking to the side he saw a computer that the cable plugged into.
"Reliving happy memories," he guessed as he sat in the chair in front of the computer and began to search for any information on who this was.
All of a sudden the lights turned off and a red glow filled the room. The elevator door, which he hadn't noticed to have closed, opened and Jerry, along with a security team, ran in. The guards were carry weapons he had seen before, they were carrying amped-up freeze guns.
"Nate, how did you get down here?" Jerry asked sternly as he leveled his own weapon at his son.
"Hey, the door opened by itself," he shrugged, not really worried with these people. "What is this place anyway?"
"..." Jerry was silent, he couldn't answer such a question, not just because he didn't know how.
"Well, who is she?" he jerked his head towards the unconscious woman, his hand slowly inching towards the gun strapped to his left leg.
"I told you not to go near that door, didn't I, why did you?" Jerry asked. "This place is forbidden to everyone except those who have authorized access."
Nate didn't really care at the moment as he unholstered his weapon and pointed it at the computer.
"If you won't tell me, I'll just wake her up," he said calmly as he cocked the hammer.
He never had a chance the pull the trigger as a beam of ice was shot from above him, freezing him. The guards came over and picked him up waiting for an order.
"Prepare a mind-wipe, first we'll see what actually happened," Jerry said and the guards nodded.
*****
The next day was Monday, and Clover, Sam and Alex were making their way to chemistry. To be honest, they weren't looking forward to it, just another boring day of looking through a microscope. Sure it was fun for Sam, but it bored the hell out of the other two. Upon entering the room, they stopped in surprise. Sure his hair had changed from a green braid to a dirty blonde bowl cut, but it was definitely Nate. He was standing behind the teacher's desk, writing on the blackboard. They were the first ones there, so they decided talk to him.
"Um, Nate, what are you doing here?" Clover asked.
"Apparently it was the wrong teacher that was reported to be out sick, so here I am," he said with a slight laugh, the memory of the previous night was completely gone.
"Well I for one don't really mind," Alex said.
"Don't get your hopes up, its pretty much just a review worksheet," Nate shrugged as he went back to writing instructions on the board. "Just take that paper there and get to your seats."
They each took a piece of paper and a small packet of news articles that he had pointed to and went to take their seats at the lab table in the front of the room. As soon as they sat down more students started coming in, taking their seats. Nate watched them all, looking for anyone that he might recognize from Alex's descriptions, and she was very descriptive.
'That must be Mandy,' he thought when he saw her enter the room. 'How could such a pitiful looking person possibly be able to infuriate those girls so much?'
He glad that everyone was looking at the board when they walked in, that way he wouldn't have to explain it. Each one took what was required and went to their seats, some of them started on it right away, while others just started talking. He sat down in the chair behind the main lab table and took a laptop out of his back. He knew all too well that class got very boring, having already had three classes today.
'At least the teacher for this class was smart enough to put Clover and Mandy at opposite ends of the room,' he looked at the seating chart and the lack of screeching voices.
Things were going smoothly till the noise level got to be almost unbearable. This was one thing he couldn't figure out about teachers, how did they keep calm while their students were being so annoying. He closed his laptop and looked up at the class, most of the people talking quieted down, but there were still those who refused to lower their voices.
"You," he looked at the seating chart, "Mandy, keep your voice down, people are trying to work. If you haven't realized, this assignment is due by the end of class."
"Can't I, like, get it to you by next class?" she asked in that annoying, squeaky voice.
"No, you can't, now get back to work and keep your voice down."
He was glad to see that she at least had respect for her teachers, even if it was an act. The three in the front were as well behaved as anyone could possibly be. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, Sam helping out the other two with the worksheet. With that taken care of he went back to his laptop, cataloging everything that had gone on today. The one who he was supposed to be keeping an eye on was not a student as he had been told, and wasn't even at the school, so he had decided to make the best of it.
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The class ended on a quiet note as the students all filed out through the door as the final bell rang. The three spies, though, had decided to hang back and talk to him.
"So, who are you here to keep an eye on?" Sam asked.
"Someone named David, but he's not in any of the classes I had today."
"Wait, David, as in my David?" Clover asked, her voice taking on a bit of a whiny tone.
"What does you mean by that?" he asked as he cocked his head a little. "How can he be yours?"
"It's just a figure of speech," Sam said.
"Oh, well, in any case, that would be the one I'm talking about."
"But, why him?" Alex asked.
"I can't discuss that now, and you three have stayed too long, you have to get going," he grabbed an eraser and started to wipe the board clean. "Someone is watching."
Sam and Clover started for the door, but Alex hung back, seemingly to ask a question about the work. She told the others that she would meet them at the mall later on. They accepted this and left, talking about a new store at the mall that they had to check out.
"What is it with you people and clothing?" Nate asked as he began writing notes on the board for the next day.
"Well, we have to keep up with the times, you know?"
"No, I don't know, having less clothing saves energy, because you don't have to think about what to where; I think it was Einstein that did that," he placed his hand on his chin in thought.
"But, that's so boring."
"Maybe, but it's efficient," he said then looked towards the door. "Did you have a question about the work?"
"Oh, yeah, these articles are about putting a chemical plant on a river near a small town, what does that have to do with chemistry?"
"It's supposed to teach you how to deal with real world situations, or at least that's my guess," he shrugged and motioned her to head for the door. "Come on, I gotta lock up."
"Right."
They left the room, the door locking when closed, he didn't even need to use his key. After that they stopped off at the office, where he dropped off said key. Upon reaching the main entrance he stepped forward and opened the door for her, like a gentleman, or a teacher. Once outside he unbuttoned the starched white shirt and untucked it, letting it fall loosely. Under it was his usual green tank top, which miraculously didn't show through the white at all. He also removed the blonde wig he had been wearing, letting his green hair down, no braid.
"Feels good to be out of that," he said shaking his head a little, feeling his loose hair move from side to side. 'Where is he?'
"I'll say, I had to where a wig once, my hair got so messed up it took me a week to get it back to normal," Alex agreed.
"I meant out of the school."
"Oh."
"Need a ride?" he asked stepping up to a red motorcycle (picture the one Kaneda rides in the movie Akira).
*****
"Ah, home sweet hole in the ground," Nate sighed as he once again stepped into an elevator.
This one took him directly to the personnel part of the WOOHP complex. He stepped out and went to his room, closing and locking the door behind him. Maybe it was a mistake, he thought, to give those three girls his e-mail. He looked around his small room, it was only about eleven feet by nine feet, with his bed built into the far wall, and a nightstand right next to it, next to that, built into a small alcove in the wall, was his computer.
In the wall across from all that was his closet, containing three pairs of shifter pants, and three shifter tanks. On the floor below those were his shifter boots. Shifter clothing is made up of "smart threads", these threads are preprogrammed to respond to the wearer's thoughts, and with a simple tug at the appropriate spot, will change into any number of clothing.
The wall that also had the door in it was littered with different kinds of weapons. An actual lightsaber, his Colt, two shotels (like the kind used by Gundam Sandrock Custom in Endless Waltz [Ha, bet you didn't think I would sneak those in]), a Shirasaya bamboo sword, a long piece of bamboo with a sword hidden within (I'll explain more later), and a large scythe. Also there was an SVD Dragunov, an FN P90, two Desert Eagles, and one of his favorites, a gun-sword (I've drawn a picture, I just wish you could see it). All this and other assorted guns and cutlery.
'If only they knew,' he thought as he dropped down onto his bed.
*****
The next day Sam, Clover and Alex were all in the cafeteria, watching David. They couldn't understand why someone like Nate would be assigned to watch someone so innocent. It didn't make sense, but, then again, they had been fooled before.
"It could be an act," Sam whispered.
"Then he must be a pretty good actor to have been like that for almost a year," Clover responded.
"Maybe we should ask Jerry what they're accusing him of."
"Good idea Sammy," Alex chimed.
=+= flashback =+=
"Just remember Alex, he can't be trusted," Nate said as she stepped off the bike in front of the mall. "No matter how innocent he may seem."
"What exactly did he do?" Alex asked handing him the helmet he let her borrow.
"That's not information I can give you, but Jerry might. Don't tell Sam or Clover about this, alright?"
"Alright?"
With that he revved the engine and took off, easily breaking the speed limit. Alex stood there for a few seconds before going into the mall where Sam and Clover were waiting for her.
=+= end flashback =+=
"We'll ask him after school, unless he whoops us before then," Clover added, not really believing that the object of her desire could possibly be a criminal.
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"Like it or not girls, he's bad news," Nate said to himself from his position as caf monitor.
He had been watching them watch his target. It hadn't occurred to him that David wasn't a student, seeing as how the information he was given wasn't really up to date. Students milled around all over the cafeteria, some of them not sitting at tables, but standing in small groups, talking. Once in a while a student he recognized from one of the classes he taught would wave and say hi.
'I know waiting is part of the job, but this is ridiculous,' he thought as he leaned against the wall. "This is all so boring."
TBC
There, second chapter is done, sorry for it taking so damn long. To be honest I haven't really had much interest in this story. Totally Spies is an okay show, but not one that really peaks my interest. I hardly watch the show as it is. Well, that's all I have to say, none of that pissy bullshit about the next chapter. For some reason writing all that is just not appealing anymore.