Clover walked in
"FINALLY, you're here." The man watching the fights said. "Where are my seat cushions?"
Clover got the seat cushions.
"Right here!" And she hit the boss on the head with them.
SMACK.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU…?"
Clover then side-kicked the man in the face, causing him to fall off his chair.
"Sorry but not sorry to break your heart, but I'm not your secretary," Clover said while using her compowder to change to her spy outfit.
"I'm a WOOHP agent"
"Guards, get her"
Sam and Alex came in and helped fight the guards. Just when the boss and his lackey (the mole in Barry's Gym) were escaping. Sam used her expanding mascara to capture the men and bring them to WOOHP.
Alex then took another one of the guard's remotes and got the collars off of the remaining fighters.
The other WOOHP agent went in to take them home.
Outside…
The three Spies and Jerry were chatting.
"Nice work ladies, you stopped a potential worldwide crisis, and got Liam and the rest of the fighters out of there before he discovered you."
"What about Liam?" Clover asked
"He'll be fine as long as he didn't discover you three."
"Phew what a relief," Alex chimed…
"Meanwhile on the plane"
"Ugh, what happened?" Harry asked.
"You were about to be put in an experiment after your fight," The WOOHP Agent told Harry. "They used this collar on you."
"They were about to do that to me?" Harry asked.
Harry then turned to Liam.
Liam shrugged.
"I guess winning isn't everything."
"Yeah, but it certainly wasn't good to lose."
"At least you had a good round. What's your name, kid?"
"Liam"
Harry added, "Liam, you ought to be grateful I used only a fraction of my power for the last punch."
Harry then playfully nudged him. "You got potential as you were able to land a few hits."
"I'll call you in a few weeks to train. Please show up."
Harry then gave him his card with his number.
Liam nodded.
"Yes sir"
"Me too" Another fighter said.
And the Taekwondo student, Wing Chun Student, and many other fighters followed suit.
Liam also exchanged his number with them.
"But one thing I don't get, how did you find us?" One of the fighters said.
"We had intel, and our agent put a tracker on Liam."
The fighters looked at Liam and Liam looked with shock.
"Where?" Liam asked.
Check your left leg.
Liam looked down and found a hairpin tracker on the leg of his pants.
"Wow,"
"Well what do you know? I guess if you won then they wouldn't have found us."
Liam was simply shocked by how things ended up.
"I guess losing, in this case, wasn't so bad after all."
"Looks like you were lucky to have people looking out for you,"
"I guess"