Well. After more than two years of not writing anything, I have returned. For the most part, this was motivated by the realization that everything I'd written before this was utter crud. How delightfully humbling. Anyway, I'm a big fan of Phineas and Ferb, and this idea is just so awesome I had to do it.
The answers to the three questions I know you'll be asking yourselves:
1) Why are the chapters so short? So I can get the story updated as readily as possible, and therefore complete as readily as possible.
2) Where are Phineas and Ferb? Yeah, that's one of the downsides of the chapters being so short. Next update, they'll be there.
3) Do you have a plan for where the story goes from here? Oh yeah baby, it's happening. Already have the next few chapters planned in my head.
So without further ado, I present... SPY STORY! (Yeah, it's a lame title. Best I could come up with.)
In a top-secret bunker underneath the city of Paris, four of the world's top secret agents were gathered for a meeting. None of the four knew the person they were meeting, just his name and job: Werner Bewegen, agent of the Drusselstein Secret People.
Haruhi Yamamoto, Japanese spy, and Anatoly Lebedev, Russian spy, were sitting across from each other at the circular table. They were both wondering about Bewegen. Their British counterpart, Sarah Farber, was sitting to Lebedev's left and wondering about Drusselstein, a country she had never heard of before. The American in the group, Jack Gillespie, was also seated at the table, but he was not thinking about their current situation at all. He was thinking about the Organization Without a Cool Acronym, which despite its claims that it was an espionage agency, was more probably an animal cruelty agency. Gillespie remembered bringing it up to the others once and having Yamamoto chide him for wasting her time.
The door opened, and a burly man walked in. The spies presumed him to be Bewegen, but he didn't say a word when they confronted him. He placed a laptop on the table, opened it up, pressed buttons for about twenty seconds, and then left the same way he'd entered. The four spies gave each other awkward glances, and Farber was just about to speak when a voice from the laptop spoke first.
"Hello."
Fortunately, three of them had silently figured out what was going on, and thus were not surprised. The exception was Yamamoto, who let out a bewildered "Holy crap!" that drew her a glare from Farber.
The voice continued. "I presume you know who I am. In case you don't, I am with the Drusselstein Secret People, and my name is Werner Bewegen. I have called you here to discuss something of great importance."
There was a pause, as though he expected them to know exactly what that something was. Since none of them did, Bewegen continued: "The King of Drusselstein, Heinrich the Second, is visiting England later this month, and we have reason to believe that there is a plot to assassinate him."
"Do you have more information?" asked Gillespie, and the other three were very much thinking the exact same thing.
"It's a very intricate plan," said Bewegen. "Hundreds of people involved. So we're going to need all four of you. And possibly more. Get everyone you can to England ASAP. Do any of you know a good meeting spot in London?"
Farber chimed in. "Arsenal tube station?"
"On the thirteenth. Ten in the morning local. Invite everyone you can, from any agency you can. Meeting adjourned." And with that, the laptop fell silent.
No one in the room was really sure what to think about what had just happened. They weren't sure whether Bewegen was telling the truth, but if he wasn't, who was he and how did he find them? There was a lot that didn't make sense, but there was still the possibility that this assassination plot was real. And that possibility was good enough for Farber.
"You heard him. Arsenal tube station on the thirteenth."
