A/N: i wrote this ages ago, it was one of my plot ideas before i came up with Forgotten. I honestly didnt know what to do with this story so I just let it fall by the way-side; but now you get to have a read. Enjoy.
FailSafe
I carefully navigated my way though the lair, dodging around pressure-plates, laser grids and security cameras; my 'ability' didn't translate through electronic surveillance (found that out the hard way).
I didn't take much notice of the guards though; as long as I didn't overtly draw their attention to me, they didn't notice me either. Not because I was invisible; though the cloaking devices did help, it was just that people didn't notice me, I had found at an early age that I could just fade into the background. I could still be seen, but people's brains simply refused to acknowledge my existence. Handy little trick if you wanted to be a thief or a spy, but damned annoying when it happened mid-conversation. The other person would just get a vacant look on their face, shake it off and walk away as though the conversation they just had hadn't happened. Also it doesn't work on everyone; thus the cloaking devices; for example, Possible's sidekick can see me while Possible herself cannot.
Speaking of Possible, she should be here in about fifteen minutes. 'Now where's that damn deathray?'
Professor Dementor hadn't needed to steal anything to build this deathray, so I hadn't been able to slip in a decoy device to sabotage the doomsday weapon. So here I am trying to tamper with it before it's used. If I can just find the damn…
'Ah, there it is, main chamber, as always.' I though sourly, I always gave them too much credit 'you'd think they'd learn'
I hacked into the small onboard computer that controlled the weapon and modified the firing protocols; just a little. Not even Possible's tech guy would notice it, but even the sidekick would notice the effect. 'One catastrophic overload in the primary plasma chamber coming right up' I also slightly increased the fire time a little giving anyone in the blast radius a few extra seconds to run or find cover; I tried not to kill anyone unless I had to.
'not that I really have to worry about that happening, Team Possible hasn't failed a mission in months' but that's what I was there for, just in case they did.
I left the chamber as Dementor was yelling to his lackeys to ready the weapon, ' man that guy never did grasp the concept of an indoor voice' as I reached the entrance, the HUD in my mask brought something to my attention. I looked up and noticed two parachutes coming down to land nearby. 'Right on time.' I smiled, then quickly left the area to reach a safe distance hearing the telltale sounds of combat behind me.
I flipped open the communicator I received when I fist joined the GJ payroll, and keyed in my access code. The static on the tiny screen was quickly replaced by the image of Dr. Director, head of GJ.
"This is FailSafe, mission accomplished"
"Good to hear. What about Team Possible?"
"Entered the lair about two minutes ago, just waiting on the fireworks. If everything works out they'll be calling for a cleanup crew in about 20"
"Good work FailSafe, head on home."
"Yes ma'am, FailSafe out."
I closed the device and headed off towards the stealth jet GJ had given me, heavily modified, of course, even I sometimes had a hard time finding the damn thing. That made me strangely proud of the machine, some of my best work.
As I flew off I intercepted Possible's transmission to Wade, declaring another successful mission, asking for pickup and GJ cleanup. As I listened to the conversation I wondered; not for the first time, and doubtfully for the last; she was the perfect tool, I compromised the plans, the plots, the doomsday weapons. So she wasn't needed. Or was she? Without her to blame for their failures the supervillains would find the faults, the errors in their designs that I used to create their downfall. They'd look to the shadows, where I hid, where I pulled the strings. I let her take the credit in the public eye, I didn't hand it to her on a silver platter though, people might notice. She would notice. So I let her earn it; she fought the bad guys, she earned her scars in battle. And no one questioned a thing. No one paid any attention to the man behind the curtain. She was easy enough to manipulate I just had to place anonymous tips on her site, giving her enough intel to act, nicely covering up my own ops. But still, there was something that troubled me slightly…
"I wonder what would happen if she ever found out…"
...and I had no idea where to go on from there...
-DarkSeraphic
