Shining_Safyre sat at her desk, casually sipping
her can of Diet Neocola. Another day of hard, tireless work at the NSPA was
about to end: pushing buttons, spinning in a swivel-chair, checking for bomb
threats, balancing pencils on her nose. Yep, life was pretty hard at the Neopian
Special Protection Agency. But luckily Safyre had it all under control.
So there she sat; no new missions, no papers
to file, just a computer screen to stare at, and a mini-satellite to make her
dizzy. It spun around, and around, and around...
The Aisha jumped, yelping, "Eeeee!" She tilted
the chair to one side, almost losing her balance! She frantically grabbed onto
her desk and pulled, but the chair and herself were too much weight for it,
and it was pulled along with Safyre. Luckily she touched the ground with her
feet and pushed back up, or else she would have been face down, on the floor,
probably looking at the expense of a new swivel-chair, and not to mention her
A small, white plushie stared at her from the
ground. "Working hard, I see," it muttered with sarcasm, but couldn't resist
an amused smile.
"Sorry, Ma'am!" Safyre quickly apologised for
her clumsiness. She straightened the name tag on her desk, which had toppled
over when the desk moved.
Angle8285 was a white Aisha, but a unique one
at that. She was painted a colour that any other pet had ever been painted before:
plushie. At the Neopian Special Protection Agency, while new technology was
developed, one of the scientists came up with a new kind of paint brush. For
the sake of a mission, Angle had to be painted plushie. But, seeing as there
was no reversing the plushie effect, even if the pet was painted again, the
NSPA never released it to the public. But Angle is quite pleased with her colour,
as being a plushie has strangely enough made her stronger and faster.
"Anything unusual come up, Saf?" Angle asked,
peering at the screen.
"Not yet, Boss," she replied, glancing at the
"Okay," she said, walking away. "But if anything
comes up, you know what to do."
"Absolutely," Safyre said, saluting comically.
She returned to her screen-gazing, when...
The computer flashed in silent warning. She turned
to look for Angle, but she had already disappeared among the other various desks.
Saf clicked her way through the scanning process, and stared at the message.
- I need the last part tonight.
me at the nightclub and we'll
back up to the station. But you
to follow the plan! Don't just
in like you did last time - it
cause attention if anyone
us. Don't screw this up, or
- I need three more Krawk
Potions. Do what
must to get them. Just don't get
"Eeeeee!" Safyre read the letter carefully. She
once again turned to see where Angle went, but saw nobody but the other agents
around her, working busily.
So she cleared her throat and turned on the loudspeaker
switch on her desk...
"Will Angle8285 please come and see Shining_Safyre!"
she announced, sounding as professional as possible. And yet she was slightly
Seconds later, the white Aisha plushie waddled
"Everything okay, Safyre? Report," she said seriously.
"Ma'am, this message was intercepted. I think
someone should take a look at this," Safyre explained.
Angle's muscles coiled, and she sprang onto the
top of Safyre's desk with a soft thud. She looked the message over carefully.
"Interesting," she commented. "Okay. Go phone
Rockhound. I'll get this to the Computer Lab."
Safyre nodded, and hurried out of the Work Area
and into the foyer, where there were two turning halls and an exit shoot. Down
one turn was the way she had come. To take the other would lead to the Equipment
Room and Laboratory. But just before that turn, there was a door marked 'Filing
Area'. Safyre entered that door, and the plain smell of cardboard and paper
greeted her. In here was the closest phone.
Meanwhile, at the Hospital, Rockhound looked
curiously down a patient's throat. It was not a pretty sight, for the patient
(a purple Kiko) had a bad case of Kikoughela.
Rockhound closed the Kiko's mouth and turned
to his owner. "Give her some Kikoughela Syrup and he'll be just fine. Here's
your prescription." He handed the owner a piece of paper, and they started to
leave. "Have a nice day!" called Rockhound as they exited.
Immediately Rockhound washed his hands. Only
when he was done did the receptionist call to him.
"Dr. Rockhound," she said dully. "You have a
Rockhound dried his paws, and picked up the phone
at his desk. "What line?" he called to the receptionist Uni.
"Line 4," she said, returning to her own work.
Rockhound pushed the button marked 'Line 4' and
said, "Hello, Dr. Rockhound speaking. How may I help you?"
"Rockhound! It's Saf. We need you here."
"Passcode?" Rockhound asked, lowering his voice.
From the other end of the line, Safyre pressed
five buttons on the phone that are kept secret among the ranks of the NSPA.
Each agent is required to memorise the passcode's number buttons as well as
the dial tones heard from the other end of the line, and are also required to
ask for the passcode when another agent is speaking to them over the phone.
Then, when the agent that is calling has entered the passcode, the opposite
agent does the answering passcode, a totally different series of five numbers.
Again agents are required to memorise the dial tones and numbers. This keeps
agents from falling into traps, and lowers the chances of an impostor agent
giving out false instructions.
Rockhound entered the answering numbers, and
"Okay. I'll be right over. Anything I should
"Just your briefcase, I think."
"All right. See you there."
He hung up the phone, and turned to the receptionist
"Due to a severe emergency, I must take the rest
of the day off work and possibly tomorrow until further notified," Rockhound
The Uni nodded but said nothing, continuing with
Rockhound went into his office and picked up
his briefcase, then he hurried to the secret entrance of the NSPA.
Safyre waited restlessly for Rockhound to arrive.
She impatiently tapped her foot as she eyed the Entrance Shoot. There was a
sudden sliding noise, and Rockhound slipped out of the shoot, skidding gracefully
to his feet. "So what terrorising, evil, sinister force threatens Neopia today,
"I've got an important message interception,"
Safyre explained, leading the way. "Something about Krawks and machine parts,
and it was signed 'Frank.' We think it could be Dr. Sloth's work."
Rockhound blinked. "I thought he was on vacation
in Central Park?" he said, raising an eyebrow in thought.
Safyre stopped in her tracks. "Who told you that?"
she asked, a smile spreading across her face. "Sloth? Go on vacation? In the
"It was on the news a few weeks ago," said Rockhound,
continuing to walk down the corridors. "I'm serious! He was sunbathing under
Safyre raised one eyebrow, catching up with him.
"Really? Wow! It seems only yesterday he was trying to control the whole planet!"
They walked down the hall into the Work Area.
Past all of the agents working tirelessly, there
was a door painted blue. On a sign, it read 'Computer Laboratory.' Saf opened
the door and peeked in, and then let Rockhound through. She then stepped in
herself, shutting the door behind her.
Angle sat next to the computer, which displayed
the message. "We've got a serious situation here and we should take action,"
she said soberly. "Rockhound, I'd like you to pinpoint where this was sent from."
"Absolutely," said Rockhound, setting his briefcase
on a table. He opened it and produced a small box-like gadget. He skilfully
plugged it into the side of the computer, and it instantly flickered on.
Rockhound pushed a few buttons, and a small screen
and a keypad rose out of the gadget's surface. He pressed a few buttons, and
suddenly megabytes of information were spilling out of the screen! Where it
was sent from, what kind of machine sent it and what model it was, the year
and date it was sent, how many times each key was pressed in writing it... The
gadget was amazing!
Rockhound scrolled through the data, scanning
it with his eyes. "Here," he said. "It was sent from Mangstar Space Station,
approximately 300 miles away from the VirtuPets Space Station." He glanced behind
him, seeing Saf's dropped jaw. "Yes, Saf, I did invent this myself," he added,
reading Safyre's very thoughts.
Angle, however, waddled closer to the gadget,
examining the screen. "Do you think it could be Dr. Sloth?" she asked, reading
some of the data herself.
"Well, it was signed 'Dr. Frank,' so it could
be Sloth trying to conceal his true identity to whoever 'Bone' is."
Safyre raised one eyebrow. "I thought you said
Dr. Sloth was on vacation in Central Park?"
Rockhound shrugged. "Now that I think about it,
that could be a decoy to calm the public, so they won't suspect anything. But
we can't be sure."
Angle paced on the table, a rather amusing sight
to see if you didn't know that the situation was serious. "We need our best
on this. You two lookup every single nightclub in Neopia. I'll go round up some
volunteers. We'll send some agents up to this mysterious space station a.s.a.p.
At her last word, Rockhound and Safyre went to
research the night-clubs. Angle went to send messages to some outside-sources
and recruit others for the mission. And she knew just the person to ask first...
Angel_72_21 the Eyriess sat at her desk at the
NSPA, reading a book. She had exactly ten minutes left in her coffee break,
and was not going to let them be wasted. She scanned the pages of the poetry
book she was reading, not noticing a small white form slip towards her.
"One more page," said Angel, not paying much
attention, and not recognising the voice either. She was on the last page...
The book disappeared in a puff of white smoke,
startling her. Angel nearly toppled over in her chair. Luckily she was slightly
better at balancing than Safyre, and didn't almost knock over her entire desk.
"Aye! Sorry ma'am!" she apologised.
Angel looked down to face Angle, the plushie
looking slightly annoyed. "It's okay, Angel, I know you were on coffee break,"
Angle said. She smiled, showing that there were no hard feelings. "But that's
over now. We have a message that was intercepted, and we need agents posted
at every nightclub in Neopia!"
Angel stood. "Just tell me what to do and I'm
"Good, that's what I like to hear," said Angle
with a smile. She turned and glanced behind her, and saw a blue Aisha and a
green Gelert rushing towards them.
"We got them as quick as we could," said Safyre,
showing Angle a small stack of papers. "There are about a thousand night-clubs
in all of Neopia, a third of which are in the Central City."
"These are the locations, names, and daily hours
of each," said Rockhound.
Angle nodded. "Good. I'll take them to our spies.
You three suit up and get down to the closest one, since you know the area well
enough. It's called Club Gangstaz," she said, and began to take the papers up
to the office.
"I guess we're off to the E.R.," said Safyre,
heading towards the exit.
Angel raised an eyebrow. "E.R.?"
"Ah, I see," said Angel, smiling. "Nice to see
ya again, Saf."
"You to, Angel," she replied cheerily. "Who knows?
Maybe this mission will turn out to be something small and simple."
Rockhound gave her a funny look. "And in all
of the history of the NSPA, has anything small and simple ever come up, Safyre?"
"Er... What is this, a pop quiz?" asked Saf.
Angel and Rockhound exchanged glances, and shrugged.
Then they continued to the Equipment Room.
The E.R. was highly-secured, with a camera monitoring
system and a password lock on the entrance, and even a paw/claw/fin-print scanner.
You needed both the password and the right hand to get in, so any unauthorised
personnel would never get through.
"So, who is the baddie this time? Any ideas?"
asked Angel, entering the password and scanning her paw. The door opened and
all three walked in.
"We think it could be Dr. Sloth," said Safyre.
"Dr. Sloth?" Angel raised an eyebrow. "I thought
he was on vacation."
"Why does everyone think that? I've heard that
from at least a thousand people today!" Safyre said, starting to be dramatic.
"A thousand?" Rockhound smiled through a sceptical
"Okay, okay. Maybe like, two. But still, Dr.
Sloth? On vacation?" Safyre let the matter drop as she walked over to the shelves
of gadgets. "Okay. Let's suit up." Safyre began scanning the walls for her favourite
piece of equipment--the Duquad 23.
It could be a radio, a walkie-talkie, a TV, and
a radar, and plus it fit in your pocket! The Duquad 23 was one of the greatest
inventions in the NSPA history! It resembled the Aisha Compact Mirror, so you
could pretend to be fixing your blush and no one would get suspicious. But at
the same time you could be holding a private conversation with Angle or any
other agent with a receiver! That is, if you kept the 'mirror' part of it out
of view or else instead of someone seeing their reflection they'd see top secret
Safyre took the Duquad, a pair of spy shades,
and a purse rigged with gadgets, and waited for the others. They had all chosen
their equipment and hidden it in their packs, all set.
"Wait, one more thing," said Angel. "If we're
going to this night club, we're going to have to look it, too."
To be continued...