Hello guys! Here is the next chapter! :-) I believe we almost completely veer off script from here, as I didn't rewatch the final episode in the Jazzhands arc... In my defense, I've been busy... So, if this is similar to that episode, let me know... :-)

In other news, if you didn't see in my note at Unrevokable Feelings For You, (Maybe you should, because it explains in more detail,) I'm going to leave on vacation really soon. I DO plan to update this story, and Unrevokable, but I am going to start NOTHING new. (Including requests...)

Except maybe finish some of the stuff collecting dust on my hard drive, even if they are for other fandoms...

I'm sorry if I disappoint anyone, because I love hearing from readers, but it's a choice that I needed to make. I hope you enjoy this chapter anyways. :-)

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The blonde roamed the street, hiding under her umbrella. She patted the microchip in her pocket, proud of her cell escape. Yes, she did feel a little guilty for not telling Clover and Alex, but Scam had full surveillance of WOOHP. Although, this looked good. She getting locked up, and escaping with the chip.

Plus, everyone knew Clover wasn't that good of an actor. He was sure to believe her now. But honestly, Sam was a little disappointed in her friends, immediately jumping to the conclusion that she was evil, instead of even giving her a chance to explain herself.

Shaking the hurt off, she focused on her mission, her high-heeled boots making 'click-clack' sounds on the pavement.

WOOHP Prison- The Next Morning

Clover and Alex walked in, hoping to bring Sam some comfort. They asked a guard about her.

"How's Sam?" He looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"The blonde? In that cell over there?" Clover said, pointing down the row.

"There's nobody in that cell." He said, scratching his head.

"Of course there is!" Clover said, storming over to where she and Alex had locked their evil bestie last night. Sure enough, it was an empty, unlocked cell, no sign of Sam even having been there. "Where is she?!"

"When night watch signed on, there was no new cellmate to make note of." The guard responded, tired after his long shift.

"Sammie's on the loose! What do we do now?" Alex asked, panicked.

"We tell Jerry." Clover said with narrowed eyes. A book was on the floor. It was one that Sam had thrown at them. She opened it, only for her eyes to widen at what she saw.

An average size index card had been inserted, scrawled simply with the words "Until next time, girls." Clover growled, crushing the card in her fist. Feeling a fizzling sensation, she opened her hand to find the card was gone.

Sam was crafty, but they would find her, and put her back where she belonged.

Abandoned Factory, Hargrove and Main-

The click-clack of her boots shifted in resonance as she stepped in the door. Closing it softly behind her, she closed her umbrella. Going towards the back where she knew the stairs would be, she started unbuttoning her beige trenchcoat, pushing her sunglasses on to her head.

He sat in the desk chair, awaiting her approach. He'd seen the footage. That was the whole reason he'd even sent her to that lab. Her capture was an added bonus. Everyone knew that Clover was a terrible actor, and she was obviously mad in these frames.

There was no audio, but from Silver's rage, she was considerable.

He turned the chair, to see her shrugging out of her coat, hanging it over a railing.

"Well?" She produced the chip from a pocket, passing it to him. He smirked, before crushing it between his hands.

"What'd you do that for?!" She said, outrage on her features. "I had to fight those two idiots for that!"

"This technology is simple. I could have easily replicated it myself." He said, smirking at her, watching the cogs turn.

"But you didn't want it in their hands either. You needed to know what risks I was willing to take, see how I would go about it." She crossed her arms."Well then, how'd I do?"

"I saw the woohp footage. Those two obviously hate you, why?" He asked, obviously ignoring her question.

"Not your problem why those two crybabies are on my hate list." He stood, circling behind her as only a predator could.

"Oh, but see here Silver, everything is my problem, and the one I'm bothered most with right now, is what to do with you." He whispered, close enough to her to smell her lavender scented hair. She started to shudder, before steadying herself and scowling. She moved to take a seat on a dilapidated couch that was left behind.

"There were issues with the team leader, Samantha or something." She started. "Anyways, I started working with them, to fill in her gap, and got close, felt loved. But those two were taking all the glory, and using my hard work to supplement their lazy asses. I got tired of it, and went to Jerry, who refused to see anything but the best from his favorite agents. Said that they'd give me more credit eventually. Those two found out, and started making things even harder on me. I wasn't going to take it anymore, so I started considering options. Vengeance. They supposedly trusted me, and yet, they turned on me the second they saw something they didn't like, even though we'd been friends for ages.

"They used my X-Powder to track me at the lab, and said that we would still be Besties, even if I was spending the rest of my life in jail. That's the short version." She finished, disgust evident on her face.

"Really?" He asked, revealing nothing. "What's wrong with Samantha?"

"She started realizing that she had put all her trust in the wrong people, had a mental breakdown or something." She said nonchalantly, grabbing a soda from the mini-fridge. Popping the tab with her thumb, she returned her gaze to him.

"So, Mr. Genius, what's next?"

WOOHP-Jerry's Office

"So you mean to tell me that Samantha has resigned over to the villain side, and totally redesigned herself?" Jerry asked, feigning surprise at all the girls were telling him. Of course he knew what Sam was up to, but this was a secret mission, and if knowledge was recorded anywhere here, Tim Scam would find it.

So unfortunately, they had been forced to resort to this. He went into Sam's agent file, and started editing.

Samantha Simpson: Association, Woohp's prime agent. Inclination, Righteous to the tee. Location, ***** Villa, along with agents...Was now:

Samantha Simpson: Association, AWOL. Inclination, unknown. Location, unknown. State of mind, unknown. Condition, unknown.

He linked Sam's file to a new one.

Silver Sypress: Association, Enemy of WOOHP, and danger to society. Inclination, Evil. Location, currently unknown. State of mind, unknown. Condition, alive.

"Alright girls. I'm sorry to say this, but Samantha Simpson is no longer an awarded WOOHP agent of service. Her inclination is unknown as a being, and following procedure, arrest warrants for Silver Sypress will be distributed." He paused, seeing their stricken faces.

"Sam has made her choice. Until I have further information on her whereabouts, all we can do is wait." Jerry looked depressed, as did the duo.

"Why would Sam do something like this?" Alex asked, her eyes open wide, much like a doe.

"I don't know Alex. Sometimes, the motivations of villains only make sense to them. We may never know why she's turned. All we can do, is bring her to justice, and hope for realization as she serves her sentence." He paused, seeming to swallow hard, but for different reasons than the girls would think. Guilt instead of pain and betrayal.

"Until then, Sam has chosen a new identity to fit her state of mind... I... believe it would be best to refer to her by her new name for now. It'll hurt less when you have to make the hard decisions." He turned away, and tears silently escaped down Clover and Alex's faces.

"You're right Jerry." Clover said hollowly, the anger inside of her subsiding for a moment at Sam's betrayal. Thinking of the villain Silver Shadow as someone seperate from Sam did help a little. But everytime she thought of Sam, she saw the good times and tight squeezes they had been through together. How could she? How could she do this to them, her best friends?

As the two emptily exited Jerry's office, Jerry's heart twinged for them. Sam was just doing her job, but in their eyes, she had become the very thing they fought against.

What did you think? Sam improvised her story for Scam, using some of the actual events (from this story). Review! :-)