"Ok, we're ready," Mr. Invent said, revealing something that looked like a cockroach.
"We call it The Infestor," said L.G. "It looks like your average cockroach but it's actually, what we think, is the most sophisticated bug system ever."
L.G. and Mr. Invent smiled and bowed while everyone clapped.
"Its eyes contain tiny cameras that will allow us to see almost anything." said Mr. Invent.
"And its antennas are actually tiny microphones that direct everything that is said back to headquarters," L.G. interrupted excitedly.
"We can also control it with this remote," said Mr. Invent.
Everyone let out a "cool" at the same time.
"Well let's go!" said No.9
"Yeah, let Operation Infest commence," Genie Wiz said.
The next morning everyone met Agent No.9 at an old abandoned school.
"Everybody here?" asked No.9. "Good. I looked up on this place and-"
Everyone started looking around. This didn't look like a high-tech secret agent headquarters.
"-and this is one of the most guarded facilities in the country. First, there's a painting of some sort in the building with a security code in the frame. We need that code to get in. L.G., Genie Wiz, you can take care of this right?"
They both nodded.
"After we have the code we have to worry about the traps in the floor of the main hall. This hall has tiled black and white squares, but only one set are safe to step on. If you step on the wrong one the alarm system goes off. Fifty-fifty shot."
Everyone got a little bit more tense.
"Now, at the end of the hallway there's a door. Above that door is a small shaft. That's the drop off point. Everyone got it?"
They all looked at No.9 and nodded.
"Good. Let's go."
The crew opened the double doors that led into the lobby of the school.
"Everyone look around for a painting," whispered L.G.
They all split up to look for the painting. They were all unsuccessful.
"Where could that painting be?" questioned Blonde Bomb.
Genie Wiz shrugged, looking around.
"Man, this place must be really old, there's dirt all over the place," said No.9, as he tried to sweep the dirt away with his foot.
It didn't move a bit.
"Wait a minute, this isn't dirt. This is..." No.9 walked up a winding stone staircase to the second floor. When he reached the top he leaned over the rail and said, "Paint. Looks like I found our painting."
The others looked down at the floor. They all looked confused. No.9 motioned for all of them to come up to the second floor with him. They all ran as fast as they could up the stone steps and stood next to No.9. Then they all looked down to see a picture of an old man of about 60 staring up at them with a smile too big for his face.
"Genius," said Bombshell.
"Brilliant!"exclaimed Mr. Invent.
"Only one problem," said L.G. "Where's the security code?"
Everyone suddenly realized that there was no frame, and if there was no frame than there was no security code.
"Wait! I see it!" said Blonde Bomb, pointing at something silver looking.
They all rushed down toward the object. It was a plaque that read:
"Dr. Joseph C. Black"
"Well I'll be," said Genie Qiz as she pushed back the plaque to reveal a keypad.
"L.G., can you crack the code?" asked No.9.
"No sweat," said L.G.
L.G. took out his decoder and plugged it into a tiny hole at the side of the keypad. Suddenly there was a loud BANG!
L.G.'s decoder had been blown to shreds.
"Looks I can't decode it after all," said L.G. covered in black dust.
"Wait a sec," said Genie Wiz as she reached into her bag. "Let's try The Panther!" She took it out of her bag and pointed it at the keypad. "Ok, here goes nothing," she said as she pushed down the D lace for 'decode.'
After a few seconds of nothing they were ready to give up. But suddenly a small beeping noise came out of The Panther! They all knew what that meant...
"It's decoding!" they all said excitedly.
The password was downloading fast now. The first three letters of the code had already come up. G, O, and D.
"God?" asked No.9, confused.
Then the next letter came up. G, O, D, and F. Then the next one, and then the next one until finally...
BEEP
It was done. The password was: GODFATHER.
As soon as the final letter came up L.G. leapt into an impression of the godfather.
"Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday," he recited with a thick Italian accent.
Suddenly the room began to rumble. The painting began to split in half, revealing a stone staircase. The group walked down slowly. They couldn't take any chances. At the bottom of the staircase was a large oak door, about ten feet high and six feet wide.
No.9 turned the handle and opened the door to reveal a corridor with black and white tiles.
"Which one is it?" asked Mr. Invent.
"I think it's black, but I can't be sure," said No.9, thinking.
"Well, why do you think it's black?" asked Bombshell.
"Because of the painting," said No.9.
The others were totally confused. No.9 was always a step ahead of them.
"The man in the painting was Dr. Joseph Black," said No.9.
The others finally understood and agreed that No.9 might be right. It's all they had to go on.
"Here goes nothing," said Mr. Invent.
They all stepped on a black tile.
Nothing happened. Not a single sound.
They walked a little faster on the black tiles, reaching the end of the corridor and the ventilation shaft.
Mr. Invent stood on his tiptoes and placed The Infester inside of the shaft as No.9 and L.G. held the ventilation screen open.
The infestation was complete. Now all they had to do was spy on the agency and wait for a mission to be announced.
They would not have to wait long.
"We call it The Infestor," said L.G. "It looks like your average cockroach but it's actually, what we think, is the most sophisticated bug system ever."
L.G. and Mr. Invent smiled and bowed while everyone clapped.
"Its eyes contain tiny cameras that will allow us to see almost anything." said Mr. Invent.
"And its antennas are actually tiny microphones that direct everything that is said back to headquarters," L.G. interrupted excitedly.
"We can also control it with this remote," said Mr. Invent.
Everyone let out a "cool" at the same time.
"Well let's go!" said No.9
"Yeah, let Operation Infest commence," Genie Wiz said.
* * *
The next morning everyone met Agent No.9 at an old abandoned school.
"Everybody here?" asked No.9. "Good. I looked up on this place and-"
Everyone started looking around. This didn't look like a high-tech secret agent headquarters.
"-and this is one of the most guarded facilities in the country. First, there's a painting of some sort in the building with a security code in the frame. We need that code to get in. L.G., Genie Wiz, you can take care of this right?"
They both nodded.
"After we have the code we have to worry about the traps in the floor of the main hall. This hall has tiled black and white squares, but only one set are safe to step on. If you step on the wrong one the alarm system goes off. Fifty-fifty shot."
Everyone got a little bit more tense.
"Now, at the end of the hallway there's a door. Above that door is a small shaft. That's the drop off point. Everyone got it?"
They all looked at No.9 and nodded.
"Good. Let's go."
The crew opened the double doors that led into the lobby of the school.
"Everyone look around for a painting," whispered L.G.
They all split up to look for the painting. They were all unsuccessful.
"Where could that painting be?" questioned Blonde Bomb.
Genie Wiz shrugged, looking around.
"Man, this place must be really old, there's dirt all over the place," said No.9, as he tried to sweep the dirt away with his foot.
It didn't move a bit.
"Wait a minute, this isn't dirt. This is..." No.9 walked up a winding stone staircase to the second floor. When he reached the top he leaned over the rail and said, "Paint. Looks like I found our painting."
The others looked down at the floor. They all looked confused. No.9 motioned for all of them to come up to the second floor with him. They all ran as fast as they could up the stone steps and stood next to No.9. Then they all looked down to see a picture of an old man of about 60 staring up at them with a smile too big for his face.
"Genius," said Bombshell.
"Brilliant!"exclaimed Mr. Invent.
"Only one problem," said L.G. "Where's the security code?"
Everyone suddenly realized that there was no frame, and if there was no frame than there was no security code.
"Wait! I see it!" said Blonde Bomb, pointing at something silver looking.
They all rushed down toward the object. It was a plaque that read:
"Dr. Joseph C. Black"
"Well I'll be," said Genie Qiz as she pushed back the plaque to reveal a keypad.
"L.G., can you crack the code?" asked No.9.
"No sweat," said L.G.
L.G. took out his decoder and plugged it into a tiny hole at the side of the keypad. Suddenly there was a loud BANG!
L.G.'s decoder had been blown to shreds.
"Looks I can't decode it after all," said L.G. covered in black dust.
"Wait a sec," said Genie Wiz as she reached into her bag. "Let's try The Panther!" She took it out of her bag and pointed it at the keypad. "Ok, here goes nothing," she said as she pushed down the D lace for 'decode.'
After a few seconds of nothing they were ready to give up. But suddenly a small beeping noise came out of The Panther! They all knew what that meant...
"It's decoding!" they all said excitedly.
The password was downloading fast now. The first three letters of the code had already come up. G, O, and D.
"God?" asked No.9, confused.
Then the next letter came up. G, O, D, and F. Then the next one, and then the next one until finally...
BEEP
It was done. The password was: GODFATHER.
As soon as the final letter came up L.G. leapt into an impression of the godfather.
"Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday," he recited with a thick Italian accent.
Suddenly the room began to rumble. The painting began to split in half, revealing a stone staircase. The group walked down slowly. They couldn't take any chances. At the bottom of the staircase was a large oak door, about ten feet high and six feet wide.
No.9 turned the handle and opened the door to reveal a corridor with black and white tiles.
"Which one is it?" asked Mr. Invent.
"I think it's black, but I can't be sure," said No.9, thinking.
"Well, why do you think it's black?" asked Bombshell.
"Because of the painting," said No.9.
The others were totally confused. No.9 was always a step ahead of them.
"The man in the painting was Dr. Joseph Black," said No.9.
The others finally understood and agreed that No.9 might be right. It's all they had to go on.
"Here goes nothing," said Mr. Invent.
They all stepped on a black tile.
Nothing happened. Not a single sound.
They walked a little faster on the black tiles, reaching the end of the corridor and the ventilation shaft.
Mr. Invent stood on his tiptoes and placed The Infester inside of the shaft as No.9 and L.G. held the ventilation screen open.
The infestation was complete. Now all they had to do was spy on the agency and wait for a mission to be announced.
They would not have to wait long.
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