As usual, the place was far too quiet for the trio’s liking. It had to be quiet, of course, as this old precinct had long been abandoned. But still, Sam, Clover, and Alex just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was ‘too’ quiet.
The precinct apparently contained some useful files for WOOHP in an ongoing case but Jerry didn’t tell them what case. At least this time it wasn’t a super high risk mission. Still, the place was not somewhere any of them wanted to be.
As they did, all three wore their classic, skintight spy suits complete with gloves and boots. Sam, the girl with long, red hair, pale skin and green eyes, wore the green suit and her classic stern expression.
Alex, the darker-skinned girl with short, black hair and brown eyes, moved warily along in her yellow suit.
Clover, meanwhile, was bored out of her mind. The blue-eyed girl with blonde hair in a bob cut, pale skin, and her bright red spy suit, seemed rather oblivious to the all-too-quiet nature of the old police precinct they were searching.
“Ewww,” she said, wiping her face and flailing her arms. “Spider web! What are we even doing in a gross place like this, anyway?”
“Clover, we’re looking for files,” Sam said. “You know what we’re doing.”
“Yeah. How did you forget?” Alex asked.
“Whatever,” Clover said. “Let’s just get out of here as soon as we can. I can’t stand having all this dust in my hair!”
The other two just rolled their eyes as they continued searching the myriad filing cabinets and dust covered desks dotted around the derelict building. All three split up and had their backs to each other as they got lost in the search and that’s when the shadows began to move.
People who had been hiding, remaining silent, stepped out and one person crept up behind each girl. In no time, all three where picked up off their feet and pressed tight to someone holding soaked rags against their mouths and noses.
“Mmmph!” Sam said, battling her attacker but the wet cloth was having an effect on her and she started feeling dizzy and her eyelids got heavy.
“Mmmpphh!: Clover squealed, already succumbing to the effects if the liquid the cloth over her face had been soaked in.
“MMMPH!” Alex tried to cry out, kicking her legs but unable to fight the strength of the person behind her combined with the dizzying effects of the sweet smelling wet cloth over her face.
Within minutes, the spies could no longer fight and each passed out cold, carried off by their attackers quickly and silently, all at once having been overwhelmed and captured.
...
When they awoke, each spy knew that they were in deep trouble. It had taken some time for them to overcome the fog within their minds but they knew they were still inside the old precinct. But all three of them were lying on the floor.
It was Clover her noticed that her gloves and boots were missing and she glanced at the other two, noting that both other girls had received the same treatment. She tried to flex her hands but, when she realized she couldn’t she looked to Sam.
Sam’s hands were taped together, behind her back, in bright yellow police tape. Only this stuff was adhesive and far stronger than any police tape they had ever seen. Her hands, as well, were forced into fists and completely covered in the tape as well. Without the use of her fingers, escape looked impossible.
So far, as all three girls sat up, that was all that had happened to each of them. But they were still restrained.
“Mmmph!” Alex tried to speak but realized then that she had been gagged with more of the police tape, as had the other two.
“MMMPPHH!” All three screamed in unison.
With their legs free, at least the three spies could stand up. But as soon as they wobbled to their feet, their attackers sprung out from the darkness, each brandishing a thick, heavy roll of more police tape.
“Mmmph!”
They couldn’t see any faces but one person looked was dressed like a regular beat cop. Another was dressed in prison clothes. And the third wore a suit like a plain clothes detective.
“So....” a voice said from a speaker somewhere above them. “The spies have awoken! Quite the predicament to find yourselves in!”
The man’s voice was strangely... cartoon-y. Like he was hamming it up for some reason.
“I think you’ll find your situation to be... inescapable.”
“Wmmt dmm ymm wmmnt!?” Sam asked, her words muffled by her gag.
“If you can’t tell.... these minions are under my control!” he said, ignoring her muffled question. “With my fiendishly designed Memorycontrollotron! Mwahaha! Soon the entire world will do my bidding in my villainous quest to turn the moon purple! Mwahahaha!”
All three girls furrowed their brows and looked at each other. Sure, they had faced some loony, goofball baddies before but this? It seemed far too silly even for their usual sort.
“Get them now, minions! Turn them into my little mummy prisoners!”
Before they could react, their captors rushed in and started to wrap the tape up each of their ankles, quickly wrapping up their legs and continuing on up their arms.
“MMMPPH!!” they squealed, unable to stop them.
The tape wrapped around each of their bodies, higher and higher, until it reached their necks and their captors weren’t stopping! Soon their whole heads would be covered.
“MMMMPPHHH!!”
As the three of them struggled away, the villain cackling in the background, a loud ringing noise started to drown him out. It was almost like... a phone? An old phone, too. It sounded close as well, like it was next to each of their heads.
The sound was... mesmerizing. To the point that all three of them started to fall asleep. The villainous cackling faded, the sound of ripping tape disappeared and their senses dulled as their heads were wrapped fully in the police tape. All at once, everything went black...
...
The ringing phone jolted each spy awake and they looked at each other. They were much closer this time, still without their boots and gloves, and taped up the same as before. Police tape around their hands, binding their hands behind their back, and gagging them.
They all laid on a bed this time, a fairly large bed, where a cell phone with a peculiar ring sounded off from a nightstand beside them.
“Hmmph!?” Alex sat up straight and looked around, totally confused. This was a large and rather fancy modern bedroom. She was thinking exactly what they were all thinking. How did we end up here? What happened to that evil guy? Where are the people that captured us? What the heck is going on!?
As if on cue, a voice came from the cell phone on the nightstand beside them.
“So... the spies have awoken! Quite the predicament to find yourselves in!”
The girls looked at each other, even more confused. Hadn’t they just done this? The same, cartoon-y voice continued. “I think you’ll find your situation to be... inescapable.”
“Mmmmph!” Sam said, trying to break free of the tape. She knew what was coming next. Alex did, too. But Clover seemed a bit clueless, although she was a bit stunned at their changing situation.
They heard three people step into the bedroom, as if from nowhere, all brandishing thick, heavy rolls of police tape.
“Mmmph!” the three girls squealed, now all in full realization about what was going on. Again.
“If you can’t tell.... these minions are under my control!” the villainous voice said. “With my fiendishly designed Memorycontrollotron! Mwahaha! Soon the entire world will do my bidding in my villainous quest to turn the moon purple! Mwahahaha!”
The spies struggled again but this time, the minions moved in on them and started wrapping them up before the villain even finished his speech.
“Get them now, minions! Turn them into my little mummy prisoners!”
The taping up was quicker this time and, soon, they were taped up from the ankles all the way to the tops of their heads, blinded and totally restricted.
“MMMPPHHH!!” the three girls screamed, squirming and wriggling on the bed, rubbing up and bumping into each other as they did. But there was nothing they could do. They were completely trapped.
But then a different sound rang in their ears. Like... waves. Gentle waves caressing the soft surf of a nearby shore. It was a pleasant sound and the three spies sighed, allowing the sound to consume them. Soon, the cackling of the villain was drowned out by the soft waves.
Before falling asleep yet again, Sam thought she heard the villain’s voice playing backward very rapidly, as though rewinding. But she quickly forgot about it as the easy sound of rolling waves lulled her to sleep, and the sweet smell of sea air finally made her fall unconscious.
...
They were all awakened by cold water against their backs and found themselves... on a beach. Completely alone. And still tightly taped up and gagged exactly as before.
“Wmmt mmph gmmng mmmn!?” Sam growled, struggling with the tape again.
They were certain of it. Everything that had happened to them was repeating itself. But why? What on Earth could have caused this?
Clover sat up in the wet sand and when she looked down, she was no longer wearing her spy suit. Instead, she wore her cute pink bikini and a pair of flip flops. Though she was still taped up, at least the... whatever it was that was causing this, had the forethought to change them into proper beach attire.
Alex was dressed in a cropped, yellow tank top and short denim skirt as well as her white, wedge heel sandals. Though she was also taped up, like the others.
Sam, definitely still taped up, was in her sporty, green bikini and matching flat sandals. They all stood up in the surf and looked at each other, furrowing their brows. Nobody else was around and the voice from before wasn’t talking to them.
Moving together, they walked further ashore and tried to look around.
“Hlmmm?” Sam said, hoping to find someone. “Mmph mmnmmn thmmr?”
Silence answered her.
“Hmmm!” Alex called, thoroughly muffled by her gag. “Hlmmp mmph!” Still nothing.
Clover rolled her eyes. “Mmmph... Nmmbmmdmmph cmnngg...”
Three figures suddenly appeared before them. They recognized them this time. Suddenly, they all realize that it had been real. Clover and Alex were having thoughts that this might be some kind of dream but Sam had her own theories. And she was starting to understand that she was right.
Blaine, Clover’s boyfriend and fellow spy, was one of the people there. The dark haired young man held out a small device in his hand, turning to look at the other two. He seemed to be waiting for something.
Clover was initially both shocked and relieved to see him, and could only wonder what he was doing here.
Dean, an assistant to WOOHP’s leader, Jerry, stood beside him. The tall, broad-shouldered young man with brown hair looked a little amused at what was happening but seemed to be trying to keep a professional appearance.
The third person wore a blue catsuit like their own and had dark hair. Britney was still considered the ‘new girl’ of the group by the trio but she had proven to be a valuable ally. What was she doing here, now?
Blaine pressed a button on the device in his hand and the villainous voice began speaking again.
“So... the spies have awoken! Quite the predicament to find yourselves in!”
“HMMMPH!?” All three girls were quite stunned.
Blaine stopped the recording and nodded once. “Looks like phase one complete,” he said.
“Sure does,” Dean added. “Well done staying conscious to hear that rewind, Sam.”
“Mmmph!” Sam said, knowing now that she had been right.
“You guys suck at escaping, though,” Britney added with a giggle. “But... I guess that wasn’t the point of phase one, right?”
“Mmmmpphh...” the three girls groaned. It had been a set-up all along. Again. More training from Jerry.
“So... phase two,” Blaine said. “The endurance phase.”
“Wmmt!?” Clover said, struggling with her tape. She couldn’t free herself and Blaine was now walking toward her with a thick roll of the police tape.
“Hey, easy,” he said. “It’s just part of training. You’ll ace it.”
“Mmmph...” Clover groaned, letting Blaine tape up her ankles and above and below her knees, finishing off with a heavy wrapping of her arms to pin them in place.
Dean quickly taped up Alex the same way and Britney took care of Sam and all three girls were now taped up on the beach, unable to move or run.
“Phase Two. We have to leave now.”
“HHMMMPPH!!??” All three girls scowled at their friends, struggling against the tape but unable to free themselves. The growled and groaned all of their anger and frustration as they rolled around in the sand, bound and gagged.
“Endurance, remember,” Blaine said. “You’ll all be fine. We’ll be back for you.”
Realizing this was a simulated beach and they were safe did nothing to quell the frustration at having been tricked into training yet again by Jerry. Still, it could have been worse. At least they got to spend some time at the beach.