No.9 stopped by his hidden tree house lair to grab the Shocklist and then headed to Jim's old headquarters to warn L.G. and Bombshell. When he arrived they were surprised to see him, and even more surprised to learn that their team leader was a traitor.
"Well, what's so special about this weapon anyway?" Blonde Bomb asked.
"Let's find out, shall we?" replied No.9
He took the secret weapon out of his bag and examined it. It looked like some sort of RPG, but it was three feet long and did not look like it could hold a missile. One one side of the tube was a small computer screen and keyboard. On the other side was some sort of slot and both openings of the tube were covered in glass. It was unlike any weapon No.9 had seen before.
Mr. Invent and Genie Wiz came behind No.9 and examined the weapon for themselves.
After a while they both said, "It looks like a device that pinpoints the target," at the same time.
"I can see why the CIA wants it," said Genie Wiz. "I'm guessing it fires some sort of laser, but we'd need to test it first to be sure."
"There's no way we're going to fire this thing," No.9 said. "We don't know what it's capable of. We need to find a place to keep it safe for now."
Everyone thought for a brief moment.
"You could come with us," Blonde Bomb said.
"I don't think so, it might be too risky," No.9 replied.
"Why? Don't you trust us yet?" asked Mr. Invent.
"Of course I do," No.9 assured them, "but it's your team leader. She's with the agency."
"Carol is the best leader you could ever ask for!" Mr. Invent said defensively.
"We thought the same thing about Jim," L.G. replied. "I think we need to go off without the agency. Maybe start our own organization?"
The mood of the room was more hopeful at this prospect.
"Ok, but what are we going to call ourselves though?" asked Blonde Bomb. "Every organization has to have a name, right?"
"How about the....N.A.S?" Bombshell replied.
"How do you get that?" asked Genie Wiz.
"National Agent Society...N.A.S!" Bombshell explained.
"No way! That sounds lame!" Genie Wiz scoffed.
"Who asked you?" yelled Bombshell as she rushed over to Genie Wiz in anger. They were nose to nose before No.9 had finally had enough.
"Guys! I mean, girls! We can't do this now," said No.9 stepping in between them. "We don't need a name at all. Mr. Invent, L.G., you think we could make a surveillance system that we could bug the main headquarters with?"
"Absolutely, but why?" asked Mr. Invent.
"Well, how else are we supposed to get our missions?" No.9 replied with a smile.
"Oh, I see, so we can remain anonymous. Off the grid?"asked L.G.
"Exactly!"
No.9 glanced at Genie Wiz and Blonde Bomb. It looked like they had cooled down a little.
"Ok, L.G., Mr. Invent, it's time to get to work."
"Well, what's so special about this weapon anyway?" Blonde Bomb asked.
"Let's find out, shall we?" replied No.9
He took the secret weapon out of his bag and examined it. It looked like some sort of RPG, but it was three feet long and did not look like it could hold a missile. One one side of the tube was a small computer screen and keyboard. On the other side was some sort of slot and both openings of the tube were covered in glass. It was unlike any weapon No.9 had seen before.
Mr. Invent and Genie Wiz came behind No.9 and examined the weapon for themselves.
After a while they both said, "It looks like a device that pinpoints the target," at the same time.
"I can see why the CIA wants it," said Genie Wiz. "I'm guessing it fires some sort of laser, but we'd need to test it first to be sure."
"There's no way we're going to fire this thing," No.9 said. "We don't know what it's capable of. We need to find a place to keep it safe for now."
Everyone thought for a brief moment.
"You could come with us," Blonde Bomb said.
"I don't think so, it might be too risky," No.9 replied.
"Why? Don't you trust us yet?" asked Mr. Invent.
"Of course I do," No.9 assured them, "but it's your team leader. She's with the agency."
"Carol is the best leader you could ever ask for!" Mr. Invent said defensively.
"We thought the same thing about Jim," L.G. replied. "I think we need to go off without the agency. Maybe start our own organization?"
The mood of the room was more hopeful at this prospect.
"Ok, but what are we going to call ourselves though?" asked Blonde Bomb. "Every organization has to have a name, right?"
"How about the....N.A.S?" Bombshell replied.
"How do you get that?" asked Genie Wiz.
"National Agent Society...N.A.S!" Bombshell explained.
"No way! That sounds lame!" Genie Wiz scoffed.
"Who asked you?" yelled Bombshell as she rushed over to Genie Wiz in anger. They were nose to nose before No.9 had finally had enough.
"Guys! I mean, girls! We can't do this now," said No.9 stepping in between them. "We don't need a name at all. Mr. Invent, L.G., you think we could make a surveillance system that we could bug the main headquarters with?"
"Absolutely, but why?" asked Mr. Invent.
"Well, how else are we supposed to get our missions?" No.9 replied with a smile.
"Oh, I see, so we can remain anonymous. Off the grid?"asked L.G.
"Exactly!"
No.9 glanced at Genie Wiz and Blonde Bomb. It looked like they had cooled down a little.
"Ok, L.G., Mr. Invent, it's time to get to work."
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