Anddddddd here is the next chapter! :-) This is the official start of my evilness... :-) I meant to publish this yesterday, but life happened... Things should pick up from here, and I'm gonna warn you now, this is most likely going to last a lot longer than the Jazzhands arc. Let me know in the review section what you think of that... Enjoy! :-)

WOOHP-Jerry's Office

Sam had sent him the signal, saying that she needed a little something extra to get Scam to accept her on his side of things. So he was sending Clover and Alex to do just that. Ignoring the guilt, he sent them off, to capture their best friend.

Abandoned Factory- Hargrove and Main

As planned, Sam sent the signal, and Jerry responded. Scam was off to do who know's what, and had told her nothing substantial. The door downstairs busted in seconds as he stood to leave.

"What is this?!" He yelled at her, his eyes alight in fury.

"They're here for me. Just go!" She said, convincing panic on her features.

"To hell they are!" He snarled. She turned to him, a firm glare on her face.

"They probably don't even know you're here, hurry up, and go!" He glared murderously at her, before going out to the fire escape. She jumped the railing, landing straight in front of them.

"Hello girls. Weren't expecting you again so soon." Her friends seemed torn on what to do.

"Give up Sam, and come back with us. Maybe we can get your sentence amended." Alex said softly, hope shining in her eyes. Clover said nothing. Sam gave them both a regretful gaze.

"I'm sorry. But this is where I belong now." Alex looked heartbroken, and Clover put up her defenses, a glare hardening her features.

"Well then, goodbye Sam. You're dead to me." She paused, looking away for a second, before facing her again. "Silver Shadow, prepare to spend thirty years in a prison cell." Sam's face showed a battle of emotions, before she settled.

"I'll miss you." Her eyes closed, for only a respectful moment, before connecting with theirs again. Her face now had a smirk on it, and she oozed confidence. "I doubt it. Like you two dimwits are going to lock me up again." She settled into a defensive stance, and Clover and Alex settled into their own.

"Oh please, we know every move you're going to make. Forwards and backwards." Clover said, running forward in sync with Alex. Another battle of moves had begun, Sam jumping in the air to use a ceiling pipe to flip and land on the other side.

Alex came up behind, and fought her while Clover pounced from the other end. Sam was holding her own, until Clover produced rope. Sam glared as her hands melded to her sides.

But, she wasn't done yet. She ran forward, up the wall, flipping backwards to kick Clover in the midsection. Alex sent a punch into Sam's face, Sam unable to move her arms to defend herself. Alex gasped.

"Sam... I'm so sorry..." Sam glared.

"Don't be. We've both made our own choices." Thinking fast, Sam pushed into a window, shards falling everywhere. Some pieces cutting into her, she sliced the ropes, not protected by her spysuit. Blood speckled the glass, but she was free.

Taking a deep breath, Sam stood, pretending not to see the blood dripping from her arms. One on one, Clover still down, Sam was able to distract Alex enough to get her down. Feeling faint at the loss of blood, she made it to the couch upstairs, trying to get to her coat to stop the bleeding, before conking out.

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Sam groaned, her entire body feeling weak. Opening her eyes, she had no idea where she was. Her arms were bandaged, and her coat was being using as her pillow. Wherever she was, it was dark. Her eyes slowly closed again, without much resistance.

WOOHP-

"...And then she head bashed me, her blood dripping everywhere. When I woke back up, she, and all the blood, were gone." Alex finished, receiving a nod from Jerry.

"Thank you Alex. Get some rest. I'll call the second we have anything." Alex nodded, standing and exiting. Jerry only hoped that the ploy worked, and that his favorite spy was alright.

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Dizzy, she attempted sitting up, her head seeming to burst. This time, she was in a hotel room, the thick curtains drawn. Her arms were still bandaged, and her coat was on a chair by the TV. Clean. The door opened, and Scam stepped in, laying his trench coat on top of hers on the chair. He turned to face her.

"How are you feeling?" He didn't seem to care, as his tone was flat and uninterested, but she answered his query anyways.

"Dizzy."

"If you plan to work with me, this level of training isn't going to suffice. You are weak. And not having spy gear isn't an excuse. You should be ready anytime and anywhere to fight those brats." He said, almost nonchalantly. She nodded, silently agreeing to the words between the lines.

She would be his apprentice, and he would be her teacher, if she proved herself to him.

Well? What do you think?.. :-)