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have The Tower buying us clothes? You could get couture for the asking, sweetie darling, but all you want to do is wear jeans.”
    â€œI have better things to worry about,” Theresa muttered, arranging her laptop and an array of peripherals on the bed.
    â€œYou and your toys,” Jo kidded. “I’m gonna call Danielle and see if she has any last minute advice for us.”
    She went to grab the proper remote, but she could only stare, dumbfounded, at the lineup of controllers on Theresa’s night table.
    â€œOkay, T.,” Jo growled. “I give up. Which one works the video chat?”
    â€œThird from the left,” Theresa replied without looking up from her hardware.
    â€œI hate these things,” Jo said. “Can’t we just get one big remote?”
    â€œIt’d be the size of a mainframe,” Theresa said with a laugh.
    Jo sighed and punched in 11-12-80—the secret code to activate the video chat and Ryan Gosling’s birthday. “Oh, Danielle, are you home?” Jo asked as the big TV came back to life with a flashing blue screen and the word ringing emblazoned across it.
    Theresa couldn’t help but smile at the mention of Danielle’s name. When they were in London, the Spy Girls had seen a tall woman with short brown hair following them everywhere. They had been certain that “Short Hair” was working for the enemy and had tried desperately to learn her identity by snapping her picture with their secret cameras and chasing her through nightclubs.
    â€œBoy, did I feel stupid when we found out Danielle was actually one of us,” Theresa said.
    â€œI know,” Jo replied, dropping the remote on the bed. “I about had a cow when we got to the safe house and bam , there she was.”
    Theresa immediately retrieved the remote from the bed and replaced it on her nightstand. “I’m glad we’ve got heron our side. We’re sure going to need her help on this mission.”
    A few seconds later Danielle’s face appeared on the big screen. “Hello, Spy Girls,” she chirped. “Ready to roll?”
    â€œHardly.” Theresa moaned, pointing to the T-shirt and boxers she was still lounging around in. “I’m so clueless about clothes, I can’t even figure out what to wear on the plane.”
    â€œYou better get a move on,” Danielle instructed. “You have less than an hour.”
    â€œI know,” Caylin said, running a brush through her long blond hair. “Any Prague pointers?”
    â€œJust keep a cool head,” Danielle instructed. “This is a high-pressure mission, seeing as the pact signing is just over a week away. Stay focused and take it one step at a time.”
    â€œAs long as those one-steps-at-a-time bring down InterCorp, it’ll be all good,” Jo said enthusiastically.
    Danielle smiled. “Now, when you land, you need to tell your driver to take you to Josefská two-four-two, three-S. Is someone writing this down?”
    â€œI am,” Theresa said, grabbing the nearest pen and paper. “So it’s what?”
    â€œ J-o-s-e-f-s-k-a two-four-two, three-S,” Danielle repeated. “Got it?”
    â€œYep,” Theresa said, writing down the letters in a sure, block script.
    â€œI’ll be there in thirty minutes to take you to the airport,” Danielle said. “Good luck, girls!”
    The screen faded to black.
    â€œHope we don’t need it,” Theresa muttered.
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    â€œFive minutes late.” Caylin scowled as she hopped around impatiently in the designated Tower pickup area. “Danielle is five minutes late. Where is she?”
    Jo whipped out her cell phone. She was just about to dial Danielle’s digits when she heard the sound of screeching tires.
    Delicious. Jo loved that sound. She could practically smell the burning rubber already.
    A sleek, lobster-red blur roared around