Barbie Spy Squad: Discovering Dark Secrets

A Chaotic Mess

Cassandra's POV

I looked around the room, trying to figure out a way to get away from all these soldiers......and to help Barbie ASAP.

At this point, I had no clue how much longer could Barbie last against Dunbar.

He was literally one of the best....right after grandpa....and my mother.

To our misfortune, Fleming still had the briefcase.
But that didn't last long.....

Renee charged at him and tried to snatch the briefcase from him.
She quickly grabbed at soldier's shoulder and tossed him over to Fleming.

He lost his grip on the briefcase. it slid much farther than we did, eventually clonking into another display case.

I was about to rush over and snatch it but Finch quickly pick it up before I could

I grunted. But then I had an idea once my eyes landed on the golf cart.

I quickly got on and hit the gass and sped towards Finch.
I knew it was a bit too extreme but....dire situations needed taking extreme measures.

Finch screamed in terror as I hit him with the golf cart.
He lost his grip on the briefcase. And it slid over the floor.

I smirked as I hopped off and raced towards the briefcase.
I quickly grabbed it and rushed towards my mom.

But before I could approach her a force from behind grabbed at my right shoulder and tossed me to the ground.
I lost my grip on the briefcase.

"Cassandra!" I heard Barbie shouting my name.
And then she rushed towards me.

Barbie growled in anger and charged at Dunbar, throwing kicks and punches at his way.

Ugh! Damnit!

I grunted in pain and looked up.....

To my absolute horror Dunbar picked up the briefcase.
Uh no!

Wincing in pain, I immediately stood up. Gritting my teeth I brandished my baton.

With a kick to her side, Barbie let out a cry of pain and was thrown to the ground.

I'd finally had enough of this.

"THAT'S IT!" I gritted my teeth and growled out.

I quickly dodged the punch thrown at my way by jumping right behind him.

I quickly swung my baton in my hand full force.....and threw it at his direction.
The baton hit his face....
His face started bleeding a little.

"Why.....you....little...brat!"

In a moment of desperation, I tried to throw a punch at him....but he caught my fist and then grabbed my wrist tightly.

CRACK

I let out a cry of pain.
Ugh great! He broke my wrist! How am I going to fight now?!"

Then with a kick to my gut, I fell.....right on top of Barbie.
I quickly got off of her.

"Are you okay?" Barbie asked, concerned.

I waved off the concern and shrugged.
"Nothing....just a broken wrist thanks to that asshole," I smiled weakly, "Are you okay?"

Barbie shrugged.
"Just some cracked ribs and sprained wrist......and glass cuts."

"We need a plan.....His henchmen are closing in on us," I told Barbie.

"Not to mention....the soldiers," Stella pointed out.

Barbie frowned, thinking deeply. She glanced down at the family heirloom.