“Get behind me,” shouted Wolf. He leapt in front of the Super Spies.
Agent Vance waved his arm, and his robots charged.
Wolf sprung into action, moving quickly but smoothly. He almost looked like a dancer, as he dodged and spun. He took down one Monster Hunter after another.
It did little good.
“There are too many of them,” cried Emily. “We need to get out of here!”
“Yeah, but how?” replied the monster.
Emily reached into her gadget belt and pulled out two small, wing-like stickers. She looked at Paul and said, “We can slap these Shoe Flies on our shoes. They’ll help us soar over the robots and out of here.”
She remembered using them on her first mission. They had helped her escape from Jack Frost, but they had also run out of energy too soon. She wondered if that might happen again.
Emily shook the thought from her mind, and she slapped the stickers onto her sneakers. Paul did the same, and the Super Spies launched themselves into the air.
They flew to the werewolf, each grabbing an arm. They lifted him off the ground and zipped out the door.
Emily’s plan had worked. They were safe . . . for now.
***
The Shoe Flies’ power faded more quickly than Emily expected. It’s because we were carrying Wolf, she thought. It probably won’t matter, though. We’re almost out of the building.
Emily glanced backward. No one was coming. She peeked around the corner ahead. She didn’t see Agent Vance or his Monster Hunters anywhere.
“This way,” she said, waving her friends forward.
They darted into the hallway and hurried toward the exit. They were greeted by a loud, piercing blare and a flashing red light.
Oh, no, thought Emily. We’ve tripped an alarm.
Two doors fell from the ceiling, slamming to the ground in front of and behind them. They were trapped.
A soft but forceful hiss filled Emily’s ears, and she noticed the terrible scent of rotten eggs.
Wolf raised his snout and sniffed the air. “They’re spraying us with sleeping gas!” he exclaimed. “We have . . . to . . .”
Emily watched as her new friend fell to the floor, snoring. Next, she looked at Paul. He too collapsed, asleep.
Spinning away from the hiss and covering her nose, Emily started toward the trap door. She dug into her belt for another gadget, but her eyelids began to feel heavy.
She couldn’t think. She couldn’t walk. The room seemed to rock like a boat on the ocean.
Emily fought against it for as long as she could. But at last, she closed her eyes, and they did not open again.
She was sound asleep, even before her head hit the floor.
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