Nine months ago…
The Planeteers were on vacation at Paris. There they discovered a plot.
Dr. Blight was going to dump toxic waste into the water supply of London with a French businessman, Michel de' Auvergny Mauret. They confronted them in a warehouse where they were secretly storing the nuclear waste. But Dr. Blight threw canisters containing sleeping gas which rendered the Planeteers unconscious. Next thing they knew they were imprisoned in one large bare cell. Cold steel bars in front of them. In front of their makeshift prison cell there was only a door to their left side and a TV screen in ront of them.
"Ah! Where's my ring!" Ma Ti exclaimed.
As the others looked for their own they found that their rings were gone.
But before the shock could fully register in their minds the TV screen came to life and Dr. Blight appeared.
"Haha. You eco brats. You are in my clutches," Dr. Blght exulted. The Planeteers watched her gloating image from a TV set in front of their cell. "I've got the rings. And you have no Captain Planet here to rescue you."
Dr. Blight relished this complete power she had over them. She wanted to lash out at them. How could she further add salt to their wounded egos? A devilish thought raced through her head. She turned off the feed so the Planeteers could not know what she was thinking.
"MAL," she whispered to MAL's floating head unit, "retrieve the Russian whore for me. We are going to have some fun with them."
The robot guards entered the door into the room. The door closed. They opened the cell opening. "Linka," they announced with no emotion, "you are to come with us."
"No, never," Wheerler shouted, bravely standing in front of them, "I know your trick. You're just trying to weaken us by separating us. Divide and conquer. Well, you'll just have to go through me."
The robots slammed their fists into him. In the struggle one of the robits restrained Wheerler's arms through sheer brute strength, placed him face down on the hard ground and proceeded to smash his head against the floor until he was unconscious. His struggle was in vain. The others tried to help but they were overpowered by the cruel metal robots.
The robot guards seized Linka and took her to Dr. Blight.
Linka was made to sit in another bare room. The robots left her. Then Dr. Blight entered sickeningly pleased with herself.
"Hahaha. The Russian whore. We meet together."
"You'll never win," Linka replied. "We won't let you poison the city of London" She got more emotional thinking of all he innocent people who would be poisoned and suffer grievously for this monster's decision to dump nuclear waste in the sewage system of London. "How can you do this? Are you not human? No." She softly shook her head. "You used to be a woman, but everything human in you have rotted away."
Dr. Blight slapped her. The Guards seized her by the arms and restrainted her. Linka's ears were ringing, she had slapped her so hard.
"Listen, you fat commie cow," Dr. Blight seethed, "you're a worm. You're nothing. I've had it you. Don't tempt me. I am this close," she showed her hand with just half an inch between her index finger and her thumb, "I might lose my temper and beat you into a bloody pulp personally. Right now." She put her hand away. Her face steeled itself with final resolve. "I will not deviate from my plan. Know this. Tonight you will all die."
Linka's heart sank as she heard her pronounce her death sentence. "Your family will never know what happened to you. And once I've killed you all, I will burn you until you are ashes and scatter them, and so I will rob even your bones from your loved ones. They won't even have a body to cry over, little sweet pea," she added mockingly.
"MAL, she said switching her attention to her loyal computer program, "it's time," she said with sickening glee.
"Whatever you say," MAL replied demurrely.
"Oh by the way," Blight said far too jovially for Linka's comfort," "if you try talking to any of the Planeteers I will send in my robot guards and just randomly kill one, maybe even all the Planeteers. So you'd better keep that trap of yours zipped, or else." She made a hand motion imitating pulling the trigger. "We wouldn't want that happen, would we?"
