Hey guys, I'm back from the long (for me) hiatus! Now I have the new and improved 'Mission Interference', and with hope, I pray that you like it, because I tried my best, really. ((: Just in case you were wondering, the storyline is generally the same, just with a few alterations and add-ins of details here and there. But this particular chapter, I changed the POV completely. So no boring repeats! :))

For those of you who don't know, this is the sequel to 'The Shadow's Fighters'. If you haven't read it yet, that's okay. I'll be sure to give you a quick overview! :)

So here is goes (Warning: Contains Spoilers!):

King Dominik, the tyrannical king of Germany, invades France, which is ruled by, of course, Aelita Schaeffer, Anthea Schaeffer, and Francis Schaeffer. Dominik is able to kill Anthea and Francis, but Aelita is able to escape. Out on the Paris Streets, Aelita is captured by Dominik's henchmen again, then is rescued by our Lyoko Warriors. She is then welcomed to their organization, Eurasia's Army. As Dominik quickly takes ahold of the two continents, Eurasia's Army plots the best ways to take him down, and after three medium-large scale battles, they finally succeed. Of course this includes Aelita getting captured again. When the princess is rescued again, she is challenged to a duel with Dominik, but loses. But then later in the end, during Dominik's hearing, Aelita is surprisingly found still alive, and attacks Dominik, finally killing him and inheriting Eurasia. Since Aelita cannot rule Eurasia on her own, she asks the Lyoko warriors to patrol the whole continent along with the rest of the organization. And she's now Jeremie's girlfriend! :))

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko. Though I really wish I did! (:

Prologue

Polished black boots made their way down a rickety ladder. The rusted steel gave out hollow thuds with every step, and after several seconds, the pair of feet came into contact with the dingy floor once again. The sewers gave off a crude, foul smell (a wonderful mix of fermented waste and spoiled food), but never seemed to deter her from the real reason she was here.

The thumps continued to echo throughout the commodious tunnels as she navigated her own way. It was eerily quiet, and drips of water made their repercussions as they trickled from filthy water pipes built into the walls. Despite the vular smell and the awful sanitation, she found these sewers to be substantially cleaner than the ones in America.

She cringed at the thought.

A black spandex catsuit comfortably hugged the contours of her body, the collar a dramatically dipping v-neck. A matching belt wrapped around her prominent waist, adorned with, of course, the most illegal weapons thought possible: a holster for her gun, and even a few explosives just for the heck of it. Her hair was rolled up into a fairly neat bun then tucked into a mock-pirate cap, and a mask concealed her face.

After she made the usual turns, her eyes met with sleek metal doors which were too clean to fit in with its surroundings. Looking down onto the usual interface with the blinking blue screen, the girl pressed her hand onto the flat cold surface. A few shocks of warmth spread their way down her palm, and the doors smoothly slid open with a high-pitched shrill.

The hydraulic doors revealed a cozy, sizable room which consisted of blinking fluorescent lights that were attached to the ceiling. In the center stood a desk made of reinforced steel and a matching turnable chair. A fedora and a head of shaggy blonde hair peeked from the top of the chair, signaling a man's presence. The chair turned around, revealing the culprit.

The girl smirked under her mask. She pulled it away from her face, and greeted the man. "Dashiel," she said, giving a slight bow. The pair were the same young age of eighteen, just a few months apart, and she still found it awkward to be bowing in front of her peer. She even found it more disturbing that King Dominik actually gave the responsibility to someone as arrogant and inflated as him. But after all that thought, the fact that Dashiel was Dominik's most trustable, reliable godson trumped out all the negative qualities.

After all, he did act mature enough for the job.

Dashiel nodded back, his shaded amber eyes meeting hers, and greeted her as well. "Agent #625. I see that you have carried out my requests.." His tone had an unsettling chill to it, though it never threw her off.

#625 crossed her arms, nodded, and answered, "That is affirmative. The Cinema Urgel Theater has been scouted and the adversaries located. Would you like me to launch plan Alpha?"

Dashiel piled his slightly calloused hands atop the steel desk. "I would.. prefer that you do."

Another evil smirk formed on #625's face. Her adrenaline started to peak.

This is going to be so exhilarating.

She pressed the button that was mainly her earpiece, and with an authoritative tone, said, "Launch plan Alpha."

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this a lot more than the old prologue, because it was pretty much pointless. I had loads more fun writing this, too! :) I'm really sorry, guys, for taking down the old story completely, but I just wanted to start fresh, because it was that bad. I really did try to reedit using the old story, but I just... couldn't. I felt like I was making the story worse than it already was. So bear with me, please!

I'm also posting the first chapter today, because you guys were so kind to me, even while I stopped the story. I'm glad I joined FanFiction when I did. (: Review please (or not, it's okay)! LOL, the my author's notes took up so much space this chapter. Haha, the prologue itself is 556 words, meaning the remaining 468 words are the author's notes...