Alright, number 9! I see that this series is becoming very popular... YAY! :D

Anyways, onto the prank! This should be very familiar to some of you...

"Are you sure that this is such a good idea?" Carolina asked uncertainly as she helped CT ease the gigantic air tank against the wall of the storage room, while the brown-armored agent attached a rubber hose to the nozzle of the tank and set the other end in a hole in the ceiling.

"Yeah, I'm positive," CT answered confidently, yet whispered the answer for fear of disturbing
the meeting up above. "I saw this in an old sitcom once. It'll work."

"I saw that sitcom, too," Carolina pointed out. "And the guy was a physicist with a weird accent. WE'RE not physicists."

"Nope," CT agreed. "We're female super-soldiers with too much time on our hands and a need for revenge. Hand me the duct tape."

The red head handed her friend the roll of zebra-striped duct tape, which CT tore off silently and liberally applied to the area surrounding the hose in the ceiling, aming sure that it was secure in its placement. "Let's turn it on," CT said eagerly, and they both twisted the nozzle of the air tank. A small hiss escaped as a gush of air rushed up the tube and into the room above. "This is going to be wiot," CT cackled in a fair impression of Barry Kripke. Chuckling, the two girls retreated from the supply room below the Director's debriefing room.

In the room above, the Director was debriefing all of the male agents in an undercover assignment they were given.

"You will each deploy to these five locations; Agent Florida has already been dispatched and will fill you in on the-" the Director cut off with a choke as his voice suddenly rose half an octave. The agents inclined their heads as the Director coughed to rid his throat of a nonexistent blockage that could have contributed to his vocal pitch.

"Director, is there anything wrong?" the Counselor started to ask, then abruptly stopped speaking when his voice came out as little more than a mouse's squeak. The Freelancer boys chuckled, but they all stopped as their vocal pitches came out.

"I can't believe this!" York cried indignantly, sounding utterly ridiculous as though his voice had been remixed to two octaves above its normal range. Nobody was unaffected by the helium leak into the meeting room. Even Maine's growls and roars sounded like a kitten's attempts at vocalization.

"FILSS, run a scan on the gaseous content of this room," the Director ordered the ship's "dumb" AI.

"Please repeat your request," the female AI responded monotonously.

"Run a scan on the air of my meeting room!" The Director almost screamed in frustration, except his voice only continued to rise in pitch.

"I am sorry," FILSS replied, "Your vocal patterns do not match my records. I cannot process your request." The AI went offline as she was no longer needed.

In the cafeteria, the ODSTs of the Mother of Invention laughed uproariously as chaos reigned in the Director's meeting room, which Carolina was projecting from a hidden microphone and through her armor's own audio speakers.

"You really outdid yourselves this time," South chuckled as a strangle scream rang through the microphone that was found by Washington.

"CT, I FOUND THE NOZZLE. WE'RE GOING TO KILL YOU!"

The two prankster Freelancers raised their arms in triumph as the soldiers around them started clapping in congratulations.

Credit for this prank goes to: Jboone93, BIG Z1776, At335, and CBS' " The Big Bang Theory"

As always, read, respond, and request! Happy holidays!

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