After a long reprise, I give you new chapters…. Oh, and I do not own club penguin, Jetpack Guy, G, PSA, but I do own Memory, Jezzie and nothing else….
Jetpack blinked his eyes open, and then closed them again in embarrassment. Somehow, while asleep, he had managed to put his arm around her. Gack! He wriggled away furiously, and then pushed himself up into a sitting position. Was it his imagination, or was there someone outside, calling their names? No, it was true! True!
"Jay, get up." He shook her shoulder furiously, and she lashed out with one of her arms. "Ow! I think you broke my nose!" Jezzie opened he eyes, and shook her head to clear it of dreams of being awarded the most awesome person on Club Penguin award.
"Wha… what's going on?" she slurred, and Jetpack shakily stood up. Judging by the bulge in his pants leg, his hurt leg was swelling.
"An agent's here! Come on!" They ran (or, in Justin's case, hobbled quickly) outside, where a wiry young man in a blue team jersey and a pair of sunglasses was walking around, calling out their names. His blonde hair was in precarious spikes, and his cell phone had been customized with black flame stickers. When he was the bedraggled two, he broke into a wide smile.
"Jetpack Guy! Agent Jay! I am so glad to see you! Come, I have a helicopter waiting." He had a hint of a French accent. Delta squad gratefully followed him to it, where a waiting doctor gave Jetpack a shot to bring down the swelling. Rockafellow growled at the French boy until Jezzie forcefully pulled him back. When they got to headquarters, Jezzie was sent to G's office while Jetpack went to the hospital.
"Agent, it is so good to see you." G greeted her. "I'm sorry, but Jetpack Guy will have to get a week of bed rest before he can join you in the field again, so for the moment, you're going to be helping in the training of a noob."
Jezzie sat down in the only chair in the room. "You seriously take me out of the wilderness after a sled crash to train a… noob?" she asked, and G had the grace to look uncomfortable.
"Well… you won't be alone. Memory!" G called, and from the shadows came the French boy from the helicopter, now with an iPod earbuds halfway in, the right one in, the left one dangling.
"Bonjour." He said, and Jezzie nodded to him.
"Now, we had Rookie on Shop Watch, but he ran into a few problems."
"Like?" Jezzie prompted.
"Like all of the coins in the Gift Shop disappeared right from under his nose. You two are going to go help him." Jezzie shook her head in wonder. Only someone who chose to be called Rookie could lose a whole safe full of coins.
"Sounds like an easy A." she said, and stood, slipping on yet another new pair of sunglasses. "Lets go, Memory." He followed her outside.
"Easy A? What is the meaning of this phrase?" he asked her in his slightly adorable accent.
"It just means something incredibly easy."
"Oh. Right."
A few minutes later they got to the Gift Shop. They entered, and found a little kid, maybe ten or eleven years old standing stiffly in front of the huge open vault. His sunglasses were pointed and edged in red plastic, and on his head was a ridicules hat, the kind with colorful stripes and a pinwheel that moved when the wind blew. Jezzie nodded to him warmly when she was close enough to see the nervous expression on his face.
"Hiya, kid. I'm Agent Jay, and this is Agent Memory. What seems to be…?"
"WAH!" he howled in despair. "I'm never going to be a good agent! I was just standing here, and suddenly there's nothing inside! WAAAAHH!"
"… The problem?" Jezzie finished, and took off her sunglasses, tucking them into one of her pockets. "Come on, kid, don't worry, we're here to help you out. Now, did you see anything suspicious happen before the coins disappeared?"
Rookie sniffed loudly, and shook his head, making the spinner atop his hat go crazy. Memory stepped up.
"And what of the vault? Has it been tampered with at all?" he asked.
"Nuh-uh." Rookie shook his head again. "This vault is as solid as a rock, well, if rocks were made of metal…" to make his point, the kid slammed the vault shut and spun the handle to lock it. The heavy clang of the tumblers reengaging echoed slightly.
"Um… Rookie?" Jezzie ventured while Memory massaged his temples.
"Yeah?"
"Could you open the door for me? I'd like to take a look around."
"Sure." He said cheerily, and pulled on the handle a few times before whimpering. Jezzie's heart melted. This poor kid was probably having a really bad day.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure that the manager keeps the codes in his office." Jezzie walked to the door, closely followed by Memory. When she had shut the door behind her, she shook her head in wonder. How this kid became an agent, she would never know.
"That was… strange, no?" Memory asked, lounging on the manager's couch. Jezzie grunted her agreement in his direction, and sat down at the computer, and opened up the file for the vault code. It was locked. Darn. Memory picked an invisible piece of lint off of his blue team jersey nonchalantly.
"So… how do you think Jetpack Guy is feeling? All couped up in the medical bay?" Memory asked out of the blue.
"I'd be pretty ticked." Jezzie began rummaging through the drawers.
"ticked?" he repeated.
"Pissed off, annoyed, psychotic, take your pick."
"You would feel those things?"
"Wouldn't you?" Jezzie sidled up to Memory, and turned up the sound on his iPod. He yelped, and fell off of the couch, and Jezzie began rifling under the cushions.
"Oui, but I'm not sure that Guy would feel the same way." Memory stood up, and dusted himself off. "Are you looking for this startup disk?" He asked, smiling at Jezzie's lost expression. She grinned, and took it from him, sliding it into the computer. Memory smiled foolishly and walked up to look over her shoulder.
"Maybe." She teased. The screen lit up.
Memory smirked. "I helped." Jezzie said. Memory laughed, and nodded. Jezzie was done scribbling down the combination, and swiveled the chair around to face him.
"What do you mean about Jetpack?"
"I know Jetpack very well, and he is probably just plotting to go solo again. Teams are just not his style, you know? Also, his guilt if his partner is hurt is very consuming. After the last one got captured, he went into a depression that lasted for weeks." Jezzie listened intently. "But, one day, mark my words, his reluctance for a partner will be his end. He is too reckless."
"Exactly how well do you know Jetpack?" Jezzie stood and leaned against the air of the couch. Memory shrugged.
"Well enough. We went to the academy together."
"Ah." Jezzie said. Guilt? The guy put her arm back into her socket with batting an eyelash. Guilt, her butt. They got down to the main floor to find Rookie glumly and vainly tugging at the handle to open the safe. Jezzie tried to give him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. She entered the code, and the huge metal door swung open with barely a creek. They all stepped inside, and Memory began muttering in French.
"What is it?" Jezzie asked him. All she could see was a small table laid out with a cash register and a calculator.
"If you are afraid of being crushed by thousands of coins, don't look up."
At the same time, Jezzie and Rookie looked up. A huge, glittering pyramid of coins stared back at them, reflecting their faces. Jezzie reached up one hand and lightly touched a coin. It stayed there like it was glued. Jezzie dug one of her finger nails under it and tried to pull, but all she got was a deep scratch in her violent violet nail polish. She scowled, and led the way back into the Gift Shop.
"What do you think it is?" Memory asked.
"Alien invasion?" Jezzie joked, but it was clear from the look on Rookie's face that he thought that she was serious. "Just kidding." She added for safety.
"Maybe it is some kind of super glue…" Memory mused out loud. Jezzie shook her head.
"Super gluing all of those coins to the ceiling? I'd rather steal them." She said, stroking her chin lightly. Then she put out her hand. "Give me a coin." She ordered Memory.
"Pardon?"
"Coin. Give."
"Here." Jezzie took the coin from his outstretched hand and stalked back into the vault. She flipped it in the air, where it hovered before flying to the ceiling and sticking there. Jezzie nodded.
"What was that?" Rookie asked, scratching his head.
"Magnetism." Jezzie said, and motioned for Memory to follow her to the stairs. "Rookie, stay here and watch the vault." She ordered, and the boy saluted. They ran up the stairs, and emerged on the roof, thanks to some handy lock picking skills by Memory. On the roof, a large magnet was pointing downward, and a buzzing box labeled "Powah box" supplied the power.
"What do we do now?" Memory asked, scratching at his spiked hair. Jezzie walked over to the box, and ripped off the thin metal square that covered the wiring. There was no visible off switch, so she was at a loss until a paper clip thrown from Memory hit the mother board. Sparks flew, and Jezzie had to shield her eyes and turn away. When she looked back, the battered bow now only said "ow."
"What's this?" she asked out loud, taking a square of white material from a vent. Memory shrugged, and Jezzie tucked it away for G. they went back down the stairs, and looked into the vault, where a huge pile of gold coins was now on the floor. "Rookie?" She called out nervously. At the sound of his name, the young agent poked his spin-top head out of the pile.
"Here, ma'am! Great job!" he complimented her, and then volunteered to clean up for them. Memory and Jezzie stepped outside to go back to HQ, when Jezzie caught sight of a short woman in pink with bouncy black hair. Jezzie looked quickly away, but it would look too strange to duck back inside the shop.
"What is wrong?" Memory asked her, and she pointedly looked at Mandy, who was getting close.
"I can't let her see me. She thinks I'm on a spiritual retreat at the Dojo." She whispered, and Memory nodded.
"She cannot see you? Okay then." Memory said, and then leaned in, kissing Jessie furiously.