AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another fanfic based on yet another computer game. What can I say? Sometimes games provide inspiration. You just have to fine tune the details. Anyway, this one is inspired by one called "The Dark Hills of Cherai," which was developed by ChaYoWo Games. In any case, The Impossibles and Big D belong to Hanna-Barbera. Any other characters you encounter belong to me. Also, the Impossibles' and Big D's real names were created by myself, as they were never given in the original cartoon. It should also be noted that ALL the Impossibles' and Big D's family information/ancestry/etc. is something I came up with, and is NOT to be taken as canon (sorry, I just feel the need to pound THAT point in with a sledgehammer).

It was another slow crime period, so the Impossibles figured they would be able to get some vacation time in. Fluey was sitting on the couch in the den, watching TV, and tuning his guitar when the phone rang. The dark-haired teenager put his guitar aside, and reached across the couch to grab the phone.

"Hello?" he said. "Yeah, hang on a sec. HEY, CHIEF!"

"I'm right in the next room," Big D said, coming into the den. "You don't need to break the sound barrier, you know."

"Sorry," Fluey said, shrugging. "Phone's for you. Long distance from India."

"Thank you," Big D said, and he took the phone. "Hello? Yes . . . . I see . . . . well, I can't guarantee anything, but I'll see what I can do. All right, then. Goodbye."

And with that, Big D hung up the phone, and stood there for a moment. Fluey just looked at him, wondering what that was all about.

"Who was that, chief?" he asked.

"Someone I haven't seen in sixteen years," Big D replied. "I need you to get in touch with Agent Coil, and I'll contact Agent Multi."

"Got an assignment for us, huh?" Fluey asked, putting his guitar down for the moment.

"Yes," Big D said. "Only I'll be accompanying you three . . . . or rather, four, if you include Impossi-Pup, to India."

"What for? You hardly ever get involved in a case, unless you can't help it."

"It's quite a bit of an involved story, Fluid. I'll explain it to you tomorrow, when Multi and Coil are with us. That way, I can give you the mission briefing together, as always."

"Okay, chief. But I still don't get it."

Fluey held up his wrist communicator, and punched in the coordinates for Coiley's guitar, while Big D went down to the basement where he had a communications console. He never used his own wrist communicator at home.

The next day, the Impossibles were at HQ, getting a slight briefing by the chief on this assignment.

"Boys, yesterday I received a call from someone I know in India," the chief explained. "She did not wish to speak to me about it over the phone. Instead, she requested I come down myself, as she trusts me, and not many of the agents working out of India. I'm requesting you boys to come with me, as you are my top agents. I'm not sure what I'm going to be getting into, and I may need back up."

"Right, chief," Coiley said.

"We'll start up the Impossi-Jet right away," Multi said.

"I'd rather we not take your jet," Big D said. "It's a long flight from here to India, and your jet is somewhat lacking in space, if you will."

"Yeah, but it's got one heck of an automatic pilot," Fluey said, shrugging.

"He's got a point, though, Fluey," Coiley said.

"I'll arrange one of the agency jets to handle this," Big D said. "We leave tomorrow morning."

"Gotcha, chief," the Impossibles said in unison. Then they went to the mail room to tell the girls about the trip.

"You guys are so lucky," Shawn sighed. "You get to go to all the exotic places, while we get to sit around here and do nothing most of the time."

"I know," FG said. "Why doesn't he let us go with you at times? I only get to see some action when you guys need back up."

"I don't know," Multi said, shrugging. "Maybe he's old fashioned in the regard of girl agents."

"Can't you ask him if we can go?" Danalleah asked. "He never lets me do anything except stay in the mail room. The only time I get to go with you guys is if there's no time for arguing."

"Or if I badger him until he gets fed up with me," Fluey said. "That usually works."

And with that, Fluey returned to Big D's office, to ask about the girls coming along on the trip to India.

"I don't know why in the world you're so hung up on that Critch girl," Big D said, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. Fluey knew Big D didn't particularly like Danalleah, and he didn't approve of their relationship. The only reason the chief didn't try to break them up was because he worried about having a "Romeo and Juliet" scenario on his hands if he did, and everybody knows how that story ended.

"Come on, chief," Fluey said. "Shawn, FG, and Dani almost never get to do anything around here, and FG only gets to see some action only part of the time."

"I have no problems with Agent Fluid Girl or Ms. Smith going with us," Big D said. "It's Critch I have the issues with."

"How many times do I have to say this, chief? She's nothing like her mother! You just don't like her because she's the daughter of Cronella Critch."

"I'll take the fifth on that one, thank you very much. However, since I am not in the mood to hear you pester me over this, so let's just save a lot of time. The girls can come along with us."

"Thanks, chief!"

And with that, Fluey ran back to the mail room to tell the girls the news.