Now, we concentrate on the shadow's twin!
The Shadow's Twin
A beeping noise was heard, as a groan came from the heap of pillows and comforter on the bed. All of it comes tumbling down as Dot emerged from the heap, and stretched her arms in the air. She was in a purple sports bra and purple polka dot pants. Her hair was in messy tangles which might take 30 minutes to clean up. She sat up and looked around.
"Okay. It's Tuesday. Good morning, Dot." she mumbled to herself as she got up and into the bathroom. The scent of lavender and lemon welcomed her.
After going through her daily routine, she was eating her bagel while reading the newspaper. Her Spy Phone suddenly began playing the first few notes of Applause by Lady Gaga. She quickly gets it and answers the call.
"This is D. Dot the D." she said.
"Ah, hello Dot. Could you come in, ASAP?" Gary asked.
"Sure. What's the reason?" she asked, standing up to reach for her trench coat.
"I can't really say on the phone. The walls have ears." Gary said.
"Ah, I understand G. See you." she said while taking her purse. She pressed the yellow EPF button, and teleported to the Command Room.
She walked in, and accidentally bumped into Jason.
"Oh! Hey there, J!" she greeted.
"Hu- wha? Oh, hello Dot." he said wanly. His left hand ran through his hair while his right gripped a white mug with the black shape of the EPF insignia.
"You look a bit off today, J. Are you alright?" she asked.
"G called me in some time in the middle of the night, D. He-"
"He called you in at exactly 0147, J."
Both of them looked to see Rogue, who looked fairly better than the other day. Though, there were telltale dark circles under her eyes.
"Ah, Rogue. I was just looking for you." Jason said, before turning to Dot, "Sorry, Dot. I've got to talk to her. See ya."
"See you, too." she said before proceeding to Gary's lab. Again, she bumps into someone: Elizabeth Berkins.
"Hello, Dot! Sorry, I didn't see you there!" Elizabeth said.
"Oh, it's fine." Dot said.
Elizabeth looked a bit over Dot's shoulder before smiling.
"Hey, did you know that Rogue and Jason had a little say, date last night?" Elizabeth said in a low voice.
"Wha- really?" Dot asked, quickly looking at the two generals.
"Yes. The two met up in Puffle Park and then went to the Pizza Parlor for some grub. Then, they went back to the Park and she kissed him on the cheek. CHEEK. So close!" Elizabeth said.
"Roson has to happen!" Dot said.
"I'm sorry, Dot. Did you just say Roson?"
Both of them turned to look at Rogue, who was looking expectantly at them. There was a small frown in her features.
"Hello, Rogue." Elizabeth said, worry and anxiety lightly dusting her words.
"Hello to you to. Now, who the hell is Roson?" She asked, adjusting the headset which was on her well... head.
"Uh..." Dot quickly looked at Elizabeth.
"Well. Roson is well... the cute new Field agent from the Seoul branch! Very dashing indeed, and so kind! His English is a bit rough, I must say." Elizabeth said.
Dot nodded, but inside, she was sighing a relief.
Rogue's features softened a bit, "Ah. A Korean. Alright then, see you guys. I've got some work to do."
She disappeared, and left both agents sighing.
"I owe you one." Dot said.
"Nah... it's nothing." Elizabeth said.
"Now, I've got to go. See you." Dot said and left.
"You want me to design clothes that'll work like reflectors? That sounds like a challenge, but I'm in."
Jason sat back a bit. A clear smile was on his face.
"Y'see, I kinda had to jump off a plane." he said.
"Why, now?"
"It's a long story, and I don't really have time." he said.
"Oh, alright then. Talk to you later?" she asked.
"Yeah. Talk to you later, Dot." he said.
Once he left, she sighed and began to fill out paperwork.
It was lunch time now.
"Dot!" she heard someone yell behind her, "DOT!"
"Huh?" she looked behind her and sees Jet running at full speed towards her.
"Dot!" he yelled, and stopped beside her. He subtly heaved.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I... heard... the Director... is... here." he heaved.
"The Director? Now why is she here?" she asked.
"She... has work... to do..." he stuttered.
"From whom have you heard it from?" she asked.
"Little Tvarkov. She was with Gary when she found out." he said, after finally composing himself.
"Should I be worried?" she asked.
"Why so?" he asked.
"Because some Academists are coming in after lunch." she said.
"Oh no... Oh no no no no..." he groaned.
"They don't need to know her identity yet! They don't have the clearance!"
"I know, Jet. Calm down." she sighed.
"This is the stage where they decide if whether or not they want to work for us! If they find out, and they decide to go evil, we are so dead!" he said, running past her and to yell at a squad of agents from the Tactical division.
"General Jet Pack Guy, sir!" the four yelled, quickly saluting.
"I want the Director secured and guarded! If they are to go out, watch them with great care! We've got Academists coming!" he yelled.
From there, a clamor of voices were heard as loud stomping of high heels and boots were heard. Dot quickly dodged them, disappearing into the shadows.
"... and here we have General Dot the Disguise Gal. Say hello, recruits!"
Dot turned from the mannequin to see Human Resources General Cory Millers with a team of finely tuned looking men.
"Ah, good afternoon." Dot greeted, smiling and waving.
"You may ask questions now." Cory said.
"General!" several voices said it while raising their hands.
"Shoot." she said to one of them, pointing to him.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, pointing towards the mannequin.
"I'm afraid that's classified, recruit." she smirked, then pointed at another one, "You."
"Why did you change from one uniform to another?" one yelled.
"Because I can." she smirked again.
"Is that all?" Cory said, getting up from the small chair. The recruits nodded.
"Well, let's go then."
As they filed out, Dot noticed one of them drop their wallets.
"Hey! You dropped your-"
Dot was interrupted by an explosion that pushed her towards the wall. Everything was a blur to her now, and her face was covered with a bit of ashes and her hair was pushed back. A figure rushed past her, and she struggled to see. She quickly regained her sight and noticed how the figure turned into three people. The three skidded to a stop in the middle of what they call the intersection: the place where the Defense Circle sector, the Intelligence Axis sector, and the Field Pentagon meet in a large, circular space. Before, she laughed and nicknamed it "The Melting Pot of Espionage."
Upon further inspection, it was revealed that the three were none other than the ATD General, the Tactical General, and the Special Forces General. All three had wild looks on their faces, and were armed.
"No one gets in, no one gets out!" Jet yelled.
"Look for injuries!" Rogue yelled.
"Who the hell infiltrated us?!" Tyler yelled.
Tyler quickly caught sight of Dot, and yelled at the others to come with him. They all kneel to the injured Stealth General. She could've sworn she felt someone's cold fingers against the side of her neck.
"Secure the Director!" Jet yelled into his earpiece.
"We got'cha, Dottie." Tyler said, carrying her into his arms, bridal style.
She only nodded weakly while she heard a gun being cocked. She looked weakly over Rogue's shoulder (who was surprisingly in front of her), and noticed that she had a Glock held close to her chest.
"Protocols Alpha Red Tide and Misfit on it, eh?" Rogue asked, clear raggedness in her voice.
"Sure. Hey, what is tha- Rogue, you're bleeding." Tyler said, noticing the growing mark in the front of her polo.
"I'm fine. Just a wound." she said, proceeding to clearing the hallways for Tyler.
"You sure?" he asked.
"I survived a firefight with a terrorist group. I ran into a fire site without any protection. I survived cardiac arrest. I survived pretty much everything that was hurled at me. What could a little scratch do to me?" she asked.
"Whatever, Rogue. Let's get a move on. Dot here needs medical attention." he said and proceeded in moving. She groaned a bit.
"Riiight. Like you don't need it as well." she scoffed, while wildly swishing her gun in the air before her and running.
"General Millers is being held hostage by a rogue!" a transmission from ATD Lieutenant General Adrian Hepson went through their headsets and earpieces.
"Not funny!" Rogue commented while kicking the double doors open.
"No recruit there is responding?!" Tyler remarked.
"Apparently, all of them are dead..." Adrian groaned.
"And you aren't responding?!" Jet yelled, running ahead the two and looking violently around.
"He locked the door from us! We're trying to pick our way in, but he's saying something. I think he's saying that he'll shoot if we open the door!" Adrian said.
"Oh come on now!" Rogue yelled while shooting her gun in the air twice, immediately clearing the hallway of any agents.
Dot winced, and closed her eyes.
"Tvarkov! We're losing her!" Tyler yelled, running faster.
"Not an option!" she commented before whamming into a door. It immediately gave in, despite the petite figure the young General had.
"Where the hell is Heather?" Tyler yelled.
"I don't-"
The ground shook as a sonic wave knocked the three off their feet. Jet smacked into debris. Rogue was slammed to a wall. Tyler basically fell to the ground, Dot in his clutch.
"Hepson! What the hell was that?!" Rogue yelled, after recovering from the after shock.
"Hepson?!"
"No one's responding." Jet realized, after picking up his sunglasses from the ground and fixing it on his face.
"Great. Just great." Tyler scoffed, getting up.
Dot groaned. The three looked at the injured General before them.
"Get her to The Bay first." Rogue murmured.
"Jet. Track Hepson. Rogue, on me. We're sending her to The Bay." Tyler said.
The two gave a curt nod before Jet separated from them.
"Rogue, we need more backup. You're bleeding, I'm bleeding, and she's bleeding." he said.
"Right. Let's go now so that we don't need that much." Rogue said, quickly running and rapidly knocking on a door in morse code he didn't quick catch.
Two fully geared teams bursted from the door, and gave a quick salute to the General.
"Secure the way. We've got an injured Alpha here." she said.
The two teams nodded, and they ran to The Bay.
"Dot, we need to stay here."
It's been 6 hours since the attack. In one room heavily guarded by the Defense Circle's best, the 15 Generals were having a quick meeting.
"I know." Dot said grimly, painfully sitting up with the help of Cory.
"He taped a bomb to the door. It was rigged to blow if the door opened." Rogue said, speaking to no one in particular. Her eyes looked around violently.
"What's the goal now, Director?" Gary asked.
"We need answers. Who infiltrated us? How? Why did they infiltrate us? Since when have they infiltrated us? Where are they now? Etcetera, etcetera..." The Director said grimly.
"The Defense Circle has agreed to set the whole EPF on Red Alert. We don't want publicity, or anymore attacks." Tyler said, while a medic was tending to the wound on his left temple.
"That means...?" Dot said.
"That means all of us Generals need to stay here." Cory said.
"Just us? No one else?" Dot asked.
"We've got the Defense Circle to back us up." Rookie said, then laughs.
"What's so funny?" Jason asks, pipping up.
"Nothing. It's just that the silence is so grim and dark that I thought that we needed some light." Rookie said casually.
"That's nice, Rookie. But you just made yourself sound insane, no offense." Cory said.
"Well, let's retire for the night. Dot, would you like to be transferred to your dorm?" Heather asked.
"Sure."
As she tried analyzing what just happened the past few hours when a knock came from the door.
"Yes?" she asked, as the door opened.
"Hey Dot." Jet said.
"Hello, Jet. Can't sleep?" she asked.
"Can't." he sighed, sitting down beside her.
"Want to talk?" she asked.
"No... I'm just here to guard you." he said quietly.
"That just sounds selfish, since I'm sleeping and you aren't." she said.
"It's my duty." he deadpanned.
"Whatever you say, Jet. G'night." she said and rolled over, her back against him. She closed her eyes, and breathed out a sigh.
Yay! I am back! Here's a little hint: 2 Generals per day. Now, here is the little sneak peek.
"Nope. That's just the life this journalist has."
