Woohp's Total Spies: Prime Heads And Schemes In Sydney!

Chapter 5

Two days of planning and getting intel- now it was time to act.

Sam, Alex and Clover were in their spysuits once again, currently flying across Sydney with their Jetpack Backpacks, pink heart-shaped light weight metallic vessels with some carrying space.

Once in flight mode though, they developed a wing on either side, the propulsive engine of the jetpack revealing itself through the middle of the heart backpack.

"What do we have so far, girls?" Sam asked.

Alex mused. "With the info Miss May got us, our options have been narrowed down to two suspects who both disagreed with Mr. Caleb about Project Green Grace and have been in the city on a low profile for the past week or so."

"Matt Carlisle and Davy Greenwood," said Clover. "Usually two of the most vocal entrepreneurs in the country."

"Good," Sam nodded, holding the green earpiece she wore. "Did you guys get that?"

"All clear," Kennedy replied. "We're closer to Davy Greenwood, so we'll go investigate him. Have fun fishing out answers from Mr. Carlisle."

He and Wesley had offered to help out, secretly of course.

They arrived before Matt Carlisle's manor, settling right outside the main house.

All the buildings in the manor were exquisite, and of course massive. As expected of a multi-billionaire as he was.

The guards at the gate gazed at the spies, visibly surprised. They took a stance as the girls approached.

"State your business here please,"

Clover rolled her eyes. She showed her official WOOHP ID to the guards, smirking. "Spy business. We need to talk to Mr. Carlisle."

"My father is not available at the moment. He doesn't have time for stupid interrogations,"

The gates of the mansion opened and outstepped a young man, with light tan skin and spiky blonde hair. He had a towering frame over Sam, Alex and Clover, who weren't short themselves.

He wore a plain white vest and blue track jeans, an indifferent look on his face.

"Forget the fact you're hot for a moment," Clover blushed at her words. "That was very rude!"

"Oh brother," Alex shook her head, while Sam just sighed.

The young man raised an eyebrow, looking Clover up and down. He smiled. "You're pretty. Too bad you're here for my dad."

"...uh," Clover was speechless.

Sam gently pushed Clover to the side. "If you're dad is inside we'd like to see him. Do that for us, Kelvin."

Kelvin stared at Sam, surprised. "You know my name?"

Alex crossed her arms, arriving beside Sam. "We're not spies for no reason."

Kelvin grumbled under his breath. He pushed the door open, allowing the girls to step in.

Reclining on a chair by the grand porch, looking over his front garden was Matt Carlisle. He was blonde like his son, but with a slightly greying hue in the mix. He was slimmer too and just a tad bit shorter. Wrinkles on his forehead showed his stress, despite the fact he was trying to relax.

He wore a long orange robe with a black inner shirt and matching shorts.

"Jane! Tell the other shareholders of the radio firm to contact me between 12 noon and 4pm!" He yelled over his mobile. "What do you mean you can't reach all of them today? I want to purchase that firm by the end of this week, is that clear?!"