Isabella's pov
Suzy and I crept over to the men guarding the door to the cell. I flexed my fingers. Suzy had told me my power was along the lines of healing. Which basically meant that I could not only heal people (and such), but I could reverse heal people (and such). Suzy pointed to the rafter above the men. I pointed my hands toward it and thought about it coming down on top of the jerks. Blue sparks raced from my fingers and hit the rafter. It fell with a loud BANG! on top of the men. We heard voices from around the corner. The downside of my power? It's super obvious.
"Let's go!" Suzy hissed. I nodded and we ran over to the door. Suzy jumped up on the rafter and tugged and pushed at the heavy wooden door. She turned to me. "No good. The door opens out. And it's locked." I smirked.
"No problem." I shot blue sparks at the bolts and the door fell down. Three terrified faces stared at me.
"Isabella? Suzy? What are you two doing here?" Jeremy asked. I ran over to them and shot sparks at the handcuffs.
"Less talking, more running. Let's move." I said, sounding way too like Suzy for comfort. We all turned to the door and began to run. We stopped short as a dozen guards pointed guns at our heads – and were knocked flat on their backs by laser shots from behind. "Thanks Candace." I said. She nodded and we kept running. We heard boots on the corridor and exchanged anxious glances.
"What do we do now? What's the plan?" Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher asked.
"We run faster." Suzy said.
Perry's pov
Monogram was nervous. So was I. I hadn't seen any of my host family for days. It was killing me not knowing where they were. Monogram was talking about how we could track the output of energy from the Shadows, and how that was probably what the men were doing. I was waiting for him to tell me what to do so I could go kick butt on the guys who had - captured – my host family.
"One of the Shadows in this group has an – um – connection to me." Monogram stammered. My eyes widened. What? "When I was young, I was a field agent. A pretty good one at that, too. I had a simple mission, to protect someone who at the moment is not important. (I think it might have been the president or a prime minister or someone equally non-important to this back story.) Anyway, I was young and good looking, so I fell in love. We got married. And later on, I was relocated. It wasn't until the time Carl went on his first undercover mission that I realized I'd left more behind than I realized. I have a daughter Agent P. And right now, she's in danger. I need to help her. So I need you to organize the team and some people I'm not sure you're going to like working with." A piece of paper printed out of the desk in front of me. I looked at it. My eyes widened – you have got to be kidding me.
.Peter the Panda (seriously?)
.Elina Kim, MI6 (Umm, how do you know her again?)
.Sammy Kim, MI6 (Are those two related?)
.Emma – wait, what? – Fletcher, MI6 (MI6? What more do I not know about my host family?)
Elina's pov
"Em? Were you expecting anyone?" I asked as the doorbell rang. Emma shook her head from where she sat on my couch staring at her laptop. I sighed and put my hand to my pocket where I had my hand-held plasma blaster. When you're in MI6, all sorts of wackos show up at your door. I opened it up. "He – llo?" I asked in surprise. A platypus wearing a fedora was standing there. I almost laughed. Then I got it. "Em? I think we have a visitor from the OWCA." Emma was at my side in less than 10 minutes.
"The OWCA? I haven't heard anything from them in forever. Hello there. You must be from Major Monogram, am I right?" The platypus chattered. We exchanged a glance. "This could be harder than I thought." Emma said. "Sorry chap, but we both agreed to not to deal with Monogram ever again." The platypus handed her a note. Her eyes widened and she turned a lighter shaded of pale than she usually is. I looked at her, than snatched the note from her hands. I gasped when I read the single word on it. Ferb.