Totally Spies! X Martin Mystery

Sorting out

Mali-U Campus, Martin's dorm, 6:11 PM
Martin was back in his dorm with Diana. It was getting more and more aggravating for him since he had to make his way to the bathroom down the hallway whenever he needed to change.
"What really happened to the dorm assigned to you?" Martin asked her, annoyed at having to walk so far just to change into his pyjamas. "Are you even allowed to change dorms as you wish?"
Diana frowned, a little ashamed herself. "I'm not sure, my roommate has a guest of her own."
"And who would that be?" Martin frowned, almost glaring at her.
"Her boyfriend?"
Martin got up from his seat. "Alright, that does it. We're ending this right now. Those punks are violating dorm rules and you have become a victim of this." He smirked, regarding his sister. "What a wuss..."
Diana was enraged, throwing a pillow at him and tackled him to the ground, strangling the life out of him. It was a good thing Java happened to walk the corridor at that time and managed to stop a murder from happening in Mali-U.
"Diana stop," Java said, pulling her away from Martin.
"Martin is such a jerk!" Diana complained to the caveman.
Martin leapt onto his feet and dusted himself. "That's not it, Jav. Diana's dorm mate kicked her out and replaced her with her jerk boyfriend. And Diana had nothing to say about it even though they were clearly breaking campus rules."
"Diana report," Java suggested.
"Exactly what I was saying, Jav," Martin pointed out, crossing him arms. "Java, you're coming with us. It would scare those punks a little."
Java started laughing as they left the dorm, going downstairs to Elena's room.

Milan, Italy, 7.08 PM
Jerry again arranged for Sam, Alex, and Clover to once again take part in the fashion show organised by DeLuxé. Clover was the model, Sam was the photographer, and Alex was still the wardrobe manager. Once again, she inspected all the dresses and gave Clover the best one. The dresses in this event were a lot simpler and way more stylish than the last.
"Now you're speaking my language," Clover grinned as she left the changing room wearing the dress.
The other models soon filled in and all of them seemed pleased with the dress. Since Clover stole the best dress, she was to go last.
And that made her scared.
"Al, weren't all the crazy models the last ones on the runway?" Clover asked when she caught Alex alone.
Alex's face paled. "Oh boy..."
Clover started sweating nervously as she waited for her turn on the runway. One by one, the models strutted down the lane, posed at the landing, and strutted back. Clover's turn finally came and she went down too, strutting as confidently as she can. Her movements may have been confident but she was still shaking like a leaf, afraid of being the next crazy model.
The blonde plastered on a wide grin, flipping the ends of her hair before turning to leave. She heaved a sigh of relief when nothing happened to her when she suddenly felt something.
It felt like a strange zap.

Sam kept a close eye on Clover and the other models as they walked the runway. She spotted nothing out of the ordinary, just as she did yesterday.
All of a sudden, Clover stopped midway, slowly turning around.
"Clover, are you okay?" Sam quickly asked through her earring microphone. "Clover! Can you hear me?"
To her horror, Clover started laughing hysterically.
"Oh no, she's possessed!" Alex dramatically gasped. "Sammy!"
"I'm on it!" Sam exclaimed, scanning the hall with her camera. To her surprise, she found someone running down the scaffolding above the stage. "There's someone on the scaffolding, three o'clock from Alex!"
Alex fired her Bungie Belt and pulled herself onto the scaffolding, running towards her right. She spotted someone in a long tailcoat running away from her, leaping off the scaffolding as he climbed up a ladder backstage. "Sammy, I'm onto him at the left side backstage ladder. He's got a weirdo gun thingy, probably what he used to zap poor Clover."
Sam nodded and ran to the right side ladder, ignoring Clover's manic laughter from the runway. She used her Jetpack Backpack and went straight up to the top of the stage.
"Hey, you!" Sam called when the baddie came up. "Show's over!"
The assailant tried to run in the other direction but Alex stood before him, hands on her hips. "Your days of crazing models are officially dunzo!"
When the baddie turned back to Sam, she stunned them with the Mobile Immobiliser. Alex smirked and fired her Net Throwing Extendable Rod Mascara at them.
"Nice one, Alex!" Sam excitedly said.
"You're the one who stunned him first," Alex smirked back.
"Alright, now let's go save Clover," Sam chuckled. "And get this baddie to WOOHP."
"I'll call Jerry."
The two of them each grabbed a corner of the net and flew down to the stage with their jet packs. Luckily, Clover was safe since the other models quickly rushed in to catch her before she jumped.

"Alright, spill!" Sam smacked the attacker, who happened to be a strange man in his mid-twenties. "Why are you terrorising DeLuxé's events?"
The man sourly scowled. "They took everything from me. I owned the best modelling agency and just because one of my models fainted on the runway, my clients stopped coming."
"This man is Garret Newton, CEO of TopStar Models," Jerry said, reading the man's profile on his wallet. "Apparently, he went out of business since his company was found to be mistreating their models with improper diet plans and body shaming."
"And he never stopped," Alex frowned, shaking her head. "Some people just don't get it, do they..."
Clover walked out of the WOOHP paramedic van, a blanket around her shoulders and a paper cup of hot cocoa in her hands. "That was freaky... it felt like I had been zapped by electricity!"
"You looked like you had been zapped by electricity," Alex pointed out. "You okay, Clover?"
Clover sighed. "I guess..." she took a sip of her cocoa. "Whoever made this cocoa should become a barista at the Mali-U Cafe!"
"That's not likely," Jerry bluntly said.
Clover looked taken aback. "Why not?"
"Because I made that hot cocoa," Jerry sighed, shaking his head.
"Wow, Jer!" Sam smirked, resting her elbow on Alex's shoulder. "We didn't know you had some serious barista skills!"
Jerry smiled slightly. "I guess there's still a lot for you girls to learn about me."
The Spies and Jerry shared hearty laughter while the WOOHP team cleared away the scene.

Mali-U Campus, 6:25 PM
"Is this her room?" Martin asked Diana, who confirmed with a nod. "Alright, then." He cracked his knuckles and knocked on the door. "Hello? Is anyone home?"
The door opened, revealing a girl with an auburn bob styled with blunt bangs. Martin instantly started drooling, much to Diana and Java's dismay.
"Way, hay, look at you!" Martin smirked.
Elena rolled her eyes with a scoff. "Sorry, I already have a boyfriend."
She was about to slam the door on him when Martin placed his foot beside the doorframe, stopping the door from closing. He cleared his throat and got to the point. "Well, that's the reason we're here. You see, that boyfriend of yours, whoever he may be, is taking my sister's place in this dorm room."
Elena looked over at Diana who stood there with her baggage. She turned back to Martin, unfazed. "Your point?"
"Your boyfriend is stealing my sister's spot in this room, and now she's homeless, poor thing," Martin said, making Diana groan. "So it's either he makes like a tree and goes back to his room, or my buddy here is gonna throw him out himself." He pointed a thumb at Java behind him. "How's that?"
Elena smirked. "Your threats won't do nothing, especially since your friend here is only gonna get fired. He's the new janitor, isn't he?"
"And lunchman, handyman, gardener, you name it. You may report him for violence, but before that, I'm giving the Dean of Students a call. Wonder how he feels about you throwing your roommate out of the dorm to replace her with your boyfriend."
Elena gulped, imagining Dean Warden showing up in her dorm room and throwing her out. She suddenly smiled and helped Diana take her bags into the dorm. She smiled at Martin as thanks as she went in with Elena. The auburn-haired girl called her boyfriend and asked him to go back to his fraternity house.
"No wonder he's a jerk, he's a frat boy from Beta Lambda Epsilon Upsilon Phi!" Martin told Java as they walked away. "Anyway, you wanna grab some dinner? I'm starving..."
"Java hungry too..." the big man agreed.
"Great, let's go downstairs," Martin put an arm around Java and brought him downstairs.