Skirted Spies: Season 1

Episode 13-2: My Own Pup

"I'm not done playing yet!" Quickly, I reach for a small grapple hook underneath my belt and throw it towards Archer. It snatches his leg under the railing, and he gasps in surprise and grabs onto the metal bar as he's jerked down. I press the button that would activate the motor, propelling me upwards toward the second floor. Archer reacts quickly, slicing the wire with a knife from his boot. My momentum slows down, but I make it far enough to grab the edge of the floor. Archer resumes his running as I pull myself up and chase after him again.

He rushes through a door, breaking the lock in the process and frightening the guests that are staying in there. I follow him in, and he makes a jump for the window, shattering the glass and grabbing onto something that is hanging above him. He quickly rises up, and I have no choice but to follow his lead and jump after him. A balcony for the next floor is right above the window, and it makes me think: what kind of architect thought that would look good on a building. I pull myself up, glancing at him speeding down the narrow hallway and gaining distance.

I step onto the red velvet carpet of the interior doing my best to catch up. I pass a supply cart and get a long-shot of an idea, snatching whatever is on the top shelf and chunking it at him. Turns out that what I grabbed was toilet paper, and I watch it soar through the air and land in front of him.

He turns his head around quickly. "Seriously?"

"Why don't you wipe your mouth with it!" I shout back.

Suddenly one of the doors open in front of him, and he slams into it at full speed. The door gets damaged, and Archer is caught off guard as he falls to the floor with a thud. From behind the door steps out a small dog by the name of Clyde who looks down the hallway at me, then looks at the ninja on the floor.

"Archer!" he screams with conviction, "I still owe you for throwing me off a cliff!"

"Wha- what!?" Archer replies. He slowly starts to crawl backward away from Clyde, only to bump into my shins as I close in on him. He is now sandwiched between the two of us, and I piece together that this is the last predicament he would have thought to see himself in. He suddenly swings his arm into his pocket, pulling out a silver piece of technology that shines in the light.

"No!" screams Clyde as he dives onto Archer and snatches the gadget from his grasp. Archer is now completely helpless under Clyde's unforeseen strength, and Clyde crushes the gadget between his hands. "Teleporting is against the rules. You have to play fair this time."

"Wha- what the hell happened to you!?" Archer asks, staying on the ground as he whips his head between Clyde and me.

I place a foot on Archer's chest, pinning him down under my weight. "Aw, did Clyde break your favorite toy? He never could play well with others."

Clyde grabs Archer's legs and he proceeds to drag him into our room. Archer could only grunt and mumble under his breath as he realized that he had finally lost. I follow slowly, looking around to see if anyone is watching a child pull a full-grown man into a room against his will. The door is slightly broken, but it can still close properly as I shut it behind us.

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Archer continues to stare at Clyde as he's being secured in restraints, tied down to one of our kitchen chairs that we sat in the living room. I stand in front of him, watching Clyde finish up with the cuffs and ankle braces.

"Where's Lula?" I ask.

Archer finally takes his eyes off Clyde to look at me. "Aw, I thought you'd be more concerned about me. Don't I matter to you?"

Clyde slaps him across the head. "Hey, remember that we've got direct orders for your immediate death. You're just lucky we've got a few questions for you."