Prologue: Everything is Set Up.

By Ms. Kinnikufan

Disclaimer: All characters copyrighted their creators.

Underground: Jump City. 10:15 p.m.

"This agent Frodosky. Agent Torondry and I have successfully secured 'Terra'". agent Frodosky spoke into his communicator. Agent Torondry carefully slipped Terra into a tube especially designed for transporting statues.

"Comrade Frodosky, you think that this would have been even a tiny bit harder. You think those Teen Titans would have set up some sort of surveillance or something like that."

"What can I say? Kids are stupid, especially American kids."

"And what about Comrade Turbinski, Agent Frodosky?" asked the voice on the other side of the communicator.

"He is being taken care of as we speak."

The Jump City Junkyard.

Turbinski always knew that those who created him would be the ones who destroyed him. He just always thought they would murder him in the lad or a prison in Siberia, not a junkyard in America

Turbinski had been told that he would be transferring to a new base secretly hidden in Antarctica. He should have known it was a setup to assassinate him. With the benefit of hindsight, it was so a setup. Why would mother Russia have a base in Antarctica?

Needless to say, Turbinski found it in his best interests to flee.

They still managed to find him, even after he removed his radar bug using only a slightly rusty butter knife and his own tested endurance.

Every encounter left him more damaged. Not having proper access to daily nutrition didn't help things either.

Finally, after almost a month of cat and mouse, they had managed to corner him in Jump City, California.

How they managed to do this without attracting the attention of the Teen Titans (apparently the local superheros), Turbinski would never know.

Turbinski regretted not seeking the help of the Teen Titans. Maybe they could have help him out of this mess. Damn his pride, he thought as darkness surrounded him.

"Well, he went down fighting. Not as tough as we thought though. We didn't even need to use the knockout gas." Turbinski's body received a kick that it did not feel.

"Shouldn't we check to see if he's completely dead, Yuri?"

"You worry too much Shuko. I doubt there is repairman in the city qualified to fix Ex-Comrade Turbinski, and if there are, I doubt they would be at the junkyard or even awake. Let's leave, the stench of this junkyard is starting to get to me."

The got into their helicopter and flew away.

When the sounds of the helicopter finally faded, Fixit knew it was safe to turned on his flashlight and investigate. The noises he had been hearing in his underground lair had made him suspect that something was...sharky? dolphin-like?, no fishy...yes that was the expression.

When he got to the surface, the violence had stopped, but he could hear the two men talking about someone called Turbinski (was he the one who was being hurt?). Fixit had a feeling it was best to remain hidden into darkness until the men went away (was this feeling the thing called "instinct" Cyborg was always talking about?).

Fixit shined his flashlight around until he hit a broken body of broken circuits and bloody wounds. The circuits he could fix, but blood and wounds were beyond him. Fixit commanded some of his helper robots to gently put the man on a stretcher. The Teen Titans would have to be contacted.

Green Pine Lane, a Jump City suburb:

Max Sneagator Addida (once known as the Pumpinator) tucked his 4-year old daughter into bed.

"Sweet Dreams, Ny'ke." Max said to his sleeping daughter. He had finally gotten her to bed way after her normal bedtime. Ny'ke had been at a friends birthday party. Various sugary, empty calorie, products had been served, and the party hosts had left the parents to the mercy of their now hyperactive children.

Max went downstairs and turned on the late night news. There was a special piece on the anniversary of the Teen Titans saving the city from a volcano and overthrowing a mad man who had overtaken the city.

Max signed loudly. Had moved to Jump City before Ny'ke's birth because he wanted a safe, slightly dull place to raise a kid. And Jump City was like that. Then the Teen Titans took up residence and trouble seemed to come every week.

He wanted Ny'ke to have the happy childhood that he and Kevin had never had. That was why he had stopped being an active member of the D.M.P. and had taken up a highly successful career of marketing/designing sport shoes. And now? Now Ny'ke was still having nightmares of having to flee homicidal robots. It wasn't what he meant for Ny'ke's childhood to be like. Ny'ke's childhood was absolutely one thing he didn't want to fail on. Maybe he should take that position in Wisconsin.

Teen Titans Headquarters:

"Dude, I so called the last Angel's chin!" Beast Boy pawned at the sticky Brazilian sweet, held just out of his reach by Cyborg.

"Yeah, but can ya reach it? Can ya? Can ya?" mocked Cyborg.

Starfire was playing dress-up with Silkie and Robin was doing a cryptogram.

Raven was reading a book. It was a rather interesting book, called The Saga of the Gold and Silver Masks. It told of a supposedly true event that happen almost 30 years ago in Japan.

Raven was most annoyed by Cyborg's and Beast Boy fighting over a pointless pastry. She levitated it out of Cyborg's hand and consumed it herself.

"DUDE! That's so unfair! I called it yesterday!" Beast Boy was devastated at the loss of the Brazilian pastry.

"Titans." A monotone voice caught their attention. Fixit's face appeared on the monitor.

"I have a man who needs special medical assistance. It is important that you come to Jump City Junkyard immediately."

"We'll be there immediately!" responded Robin.

"Finally, we have a chance to use the T-Ambulance!" Cyborg was joyful despite the fact that it was in slightly bad taste.

"My pastry! Oh my precious, angelic, chinny, Angel's chin!" Beast Boy still mourned his lost pastry. Raven yanked him by the collar as the Titans all piled into the recently built T-Ambulence.

To be continued

Author's notes: The next chapter will be more U.M. focused. Expect a spotlight on Comrade Turbinski. Also "Angel's Chin" is a real Brazilian pastry (untranslated name is Papos de Anjo)

I've never had one, but it looked absolutely delicious in web site photo.

Also, as far as I know, there is no such vehicle as the "T-Ambulence, but don't you think it would be useful for them to have one?