WOOHP Headquarters: Three Days Later 12:39 p.m.

Jerry sat in his chair a twiddled his fingers, mind clouded by the troubles of the previous day;

Yesterday morning, Jerry had received a list of police reports from around the world. He had skimmed the reports looking for unusual looking crimes. As he turned to the second to last page a single sentence caught his eye: "Unknown, 16-17 year old, female, brown hair, found dead in local Cornwall marshes. Single wound, blunt object ruptured spinal cord. Identity unknown, possible ties to the US. (See attached coroner's photos) Worried, Jerry had contacted the Cornwall constable's office and requested the photos as a favor from an old friend, Detective Wordsworth.
It was indeed true that Nadia had been out of contact for over 48 hours. He had assumed that she was making her way back to the rendezvous point.

A small ping emancipated from the wall. The pictures had been faxed.

"GLADIS, please project the photos" said Jerry, praying to God, that it wasn't Nadia.

GLADIS projected the corners photos onto the screen behind Jerry's desk. Nadia's limp, pale, lifeless body filled the screen, and Jerry turned away quickly. She had been special to him, like a daughter, and the worst part was that she was so young.
Swallowing the lump in his throat and fighting back tears, Jerry shut off the screen and went to the WOOHP employee file room. He found Nadia's file and sadly brought it to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a dusty stamp.
The stamp was hen pressed to the paper and when he lifted it back up, large red letters reading "DECEASED", was now printed over Nadia's smiling picture.
GLADIS placed the file back while Jerry stared blankly at the wall for hours.

The next morning Jerry had awoken and was reminiscing about the horrible past 12 hours. There was only one thing to do to get revenge and deliver justice. He pressed the green button and somewhere, through miles of WOOHP tunnels, three girls were sucked into a vending machine and fell to the familiar red couch.

"Wassup Jerry?" said a cheerful Alex. Fixing her black hair, she waited for a response.
But it never came.
"Jer, what's wrong?" inquired the red haired girl sitting in the midst of Alex and Clover.
"Girls, I have some sad news to deliver to you. One of our very own, young, resourceful, and brave agents has been murdered while on a mission.
"Ohm-my. I'm so sorry, who was it, Jerry?" asked the blonde quietly.
"Frankly, I'm not sure. She was on a mission in Cornwall, investigating Arkon Tech when the next day her body was found six miles away by a road in the marshes. It was supposedly blunt force trauma to the neck, fracturing her spinal cord, killing her instantly."
"Give us our gadgets Jerry! Were gonna got these Arkon people!" cried out Alex, brandishing her fist like a lethal club.
"Hold it Alex!" interrupted Sam "Who was this agent?"
" It was Nadia from third division. You may have seen her at the WOOHP picnic in Bejing"
"What a shame, she was only just 16, right?" interjected Clover, looking sympathetically to Jerry.
" But, Alex is right, I need you girls to investigate Nadia's death and get to the bottom of Arkon Technologies and why they needed to kill her." concluded Jerry with a slight tinge of anger.
"As Alex said, load us up Jer!" said Clover.
"Right! Here are three extendable cable bungee belts, three earring communicators, and the wind tunnel 9000 hair dryer."
"Awesome Jerry! Let's go!" said Sam as she stood up, collecting the gadgets.
"Yes you shall" and Jerry pressed the blue button and all three girls fell into the tunnel that led to their transportation.
And try to come back alive thought Jerry.

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The tiny, dark room was growing warmer by the second, and she had to breathe even harder.

"They are coming and the Boss knows he's got a leak." She whispered into the handheld phone in her hand.

He replied with a hint of happiness; "Good, that'll keep him looking over his shoulder, that good ol' Jerry."

"What do you want me to do now?" she asked quickly, the temperature was rising, the air growing thicker, and she broke into a sweat and was obliged wiped her brow.

"Kill the two." He replied in a low voice.

"Roger that" She replied gleefully and hung up.

What's a little eliminating among friends?

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