Saturday 3:30 PM WOOHP Headquarters
"WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
Screamed the girls as they were WOOHP'd in on a Saturday afternoon.
"UGH" They huffed as they landed on a cushion
"This had better be good Jer., we had a manicure scheduled at 4," Clover demanded.
"Girls, we have had a request from one of our WOOHP agents," Jerry explained.
"What was the request?" Sam asked
He pulled up a video of a tall, well-built man wearing black in Burr Cut Hair Cut and a diagonal scar down to his right from his forehead.
"Hey, it's Dylan." Sam pointed out.
Dylan doubled as a WOOHP Combat trainer as well as an Agent. He is currently in Argentina with 5 more agents.
"Hello Jerry, it's your pal Dylan Barrows, as you know. I'm calling to let you know that I just got word that my wife and son are now in Beverly Hills. While I'm on a mission tracking down Alton Witzer, would you please send somebody to check on them?"
"That's why I called you here. To help a fellow WOOHP agent" Jerry responded. "His wife and son just arrived in Beverly Hills and their son is somewhere close to your age."
The girls gasped.
"Really? A boy our age?!" Clover exclaimed excitedly visualizing a guy who would be her type.
"Awesome, when do we meet them?" Alex asked.
"You can meet Dylan's wife, Theresa, in a few minutes. I am sending you the address to her location."
"Wait what about her son?" Sam asked
"Oh, you'll see him later."
"Wait how come you can't get other agents to go see her," Clover asked.
Because it's imperative that you girls go meet. Besides, it's a Saturday,"
The girls slumped in defeat.
Jerry then smiled, "Ta-ta for now girls."
Just then a vacuum appeared out of the ceiling and sucked the girls in.
"WOOOOAAAAAHHHHH".