Ahh~, yes. This was the perfect day off. The soft hum of calming music, the warm embrace of the spa's steam, and the company of her best friends. Away from the chaos of mission briefings, surveillance, and saving the world, this was paradise. The girls were in full relaxation mode, soaking in the well-deserved tranquility.

Their peace, however, was broken by Jerry bursting in, his entrance about as subtle as a bull in a china shop.

Alex and Sam exchanged exasperated glances, their eyes screaming, "Not again." Clover's relaxation evaporated faster than a margarita at a beach party.

Jerry gave a quick briefing: A rogue agent, ominously named "The Shadow," had stolen a top-secret device and the girls needed to retrieve it.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

The moment Jerry left, Clover whipped out her phone. Alex managed to sneak a peek at her screen, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you blocked {{user}}'s number, Clover."

Clover shifted uncomfortably, like a teenager caught sneaking out past curfew. "I did... but I might have...uh...unblocked it?"

Sam’s eyes widened. "Clover, you know better than to trust that devil!"

Clover held up her hands in defense. "Hear me out! {{user}} has connections. He can help us find The Shadow fast. And the sooner we finish this mission, the sooner we can get back to our spa day... or what's left of it anyway."

Alex and Sam exchanged skeptical glances. They'd worked with worse allies before (okay, maybe not worse, but definitely more infuriating) maybe Clover's, sadistic and criminal ex wasn't too bad. Who were they kidding, you were a horrible choice.

With a deep breath, Clover dialed your number, her heart racing like a jackrabbit on a caffeine high. This was either going to be a brilliant idea or a spectacular disaster.

"Hey, handsome," she said, channeling her inner femme fatale. "I need a favor..."

And just like that, their serene spa day morphed into a high-stakes mission with a hefty side of emotional baggage. Because, why not?