Co-written by MOVIELORD101 and illustrated by jettmanas.
The Spies find themselves facing a whole heap of trouble as Dr Vomesa and Diminutive Smalls have teamed up to take over the world. But when the small-sized villains' scheme goes wrong, Alex fi...
Just under an hour later, the girls had arrived at the New York dockyards and hidden themselves behind some crates in order to observe the warehouse where Band's distress signal was coming from. As Sam and Alex kept watch, Clover quietly put on the M-ray Contact Lenses and did a quick scan of the building.
"Okay, as far as I can see, Vomesa and Smalls are both in there, along with Vomesa's three henchmen and Smalls' sister," reported Clover in a whisper. "It looks like they're securing Jim Band to some kind of nasty dissection table."
"So how are we going to take them all down and rescue Band?" asked Alex. "I mean those guys are really tough. It's not going to be easy overpowering them."
"I think I've got an idea," replied Sam, smiling in inspiration. "Here's what we do..."
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"There! All nice and secure," said Willie, another of Vomesa's henchmen, as he finished locking the metal clamps that secured Jim Band to the steel table placed in the centre of the warehouse. Band watched calmly as Smalls then redirected a smaller version of his shrinking ray to aim at the bottom of the table. Smalls flicked a switch and a beam of light shot out and slowly began working its way up the table towards Band's chest.
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"Well Mr Band, you have just 90 seconds to relinquish the new access codes for WOOHP security," sneered Smalls as he operated the laser controls. "You see, once we're done with the UN, we will be directing our attention to destroying WOOHP and every one of its agents."
"Do you really expect me to squeal on my colleagues?" asked Band incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
"No, Mr Band. I actually expect you to be shrunk to the size of a fly and then get splatted accordingly," admitted Smalls with an evil smile.
"Enough with the cliché deathtrap, Smalls," said Vomesa impatiently as he began to clamber into the micro-sub. "We have no time for all this nonsense. We must get the sub underway before the rest of WOOHP gets here."
"Meh, you worry too much," said Smalls dismissively. "We've already searched this guy and he has no tracking device on him. There's no chance of anyone else finding us here."
Had Smalls bothered to look down at the floor at that point, he would have realised just how wrong he was. Unseen, a small drill swiftly poked through the hard granite ground, leaving a small hole. Before anyone knew what was happening, a couple of tubes of lip balm were tossed out of the hole, whereupon the tubes began dispensing out thick purple smoke which smothered the entire warehouse interior, obscuring everything.
"Hey, what's going on?" exclaimed Smalls in alarm as the thick smoke clouded his vision.
At that moment, the main doors burst open and Clover and Alex dashed in for the attack. Even without the thick smoke bloating everything out, the villains would not be able to see the two superspies as they had put on their Chameleon Eye Shadow which made them invisible to the naked eye. As a result, Vomesa's three burly henchmen were quite unable to defend themselves as Clover and Alex began delivering various karate kicks and punches to the unfortunate bad guys.
