Chapter Three - Dib Gets Captured And Stuff. Oh, So Do The Other Three.

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Sen moved around the "Kitchen" as she began to make dinner for her, Mar, and Taco, if he was in the mood to eat at all. She regretted not being able to stay at Skool with her partner, but he said that he could cover the recon and Intel and all that crud. Unfortunately, that made standing around watching the kids play sound so much more exciting than it was. Mar was cool like that though. Even while they were part of the 117th unit in the Black Ops, he always took the boring aspects of the mission, while the more exciting parts he would give to her. But, he also took the most suicidal parts. Grinning. He always said that to compensate for the most boring mission specs, he should also take the parts with the highest death probability. That's just what he always said, but every time he said it, she would shake her head. She knew he did that for more than just excitement. If anything, he did it so that she would be safe. A small part of her was always offended when times like that came up, but the rest of her felt… appreciative. She understood that he cared for her more than just a partner or operative, and she felt- She felt like she was being burned. "Ah!", she said as she pulled her hand away from the hot burner.

She rubbed her hand carefully as Taco jumped onto the counter and held up a jar of burn salve. Taco sighed while Sen put some of the salve on her burn and she turned her head to glare at him. While the robot was by no means capable of true emotion, he struggled not to shiver in fear. Sen may not have as short or destructive a temper as Mar, hers lasted longer, and while Mar could be calmed down by either him or Sen, Sen herself wouldn't be truly calm until she either forgot, or she exacted her revenge. And it took her quite a long time to forget something like that. The robot finally looked away from her steel gaze as Mar came in from his room. "Well, I found Gaz and Tak finally. I can't believe it took this long to hack into this primitive network.", he said as he brought a small computer with him.

Sen shook her burnt hand and sighed, "Honestly, a lot about this planet is primitive, even the native inhabitants. I mean, they're monkeys. I'll be a lot happier when this is over and done with. And I know what you're thinking.", she added.

Mar looked up. "Huh?"

"You're wondering why this is so ludicrously easy, aren't you?", Sen asked.

Mar shifted uncomfortably. She was right. It was ludicrously easy so far, even with the slight difficulties to find the targets. Unfortunately, since Sen and himself were veterans of over 75 high and low risk operations, they learned that when things went so smoothly like this, there was, more often than not, a lot more to the mission. He nodded.

"Well, I think you're right. So, how do you want to do it?", she inquired as she dumped the food she was making in the trash.

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"What is it now?", said Zim as he put on his wig and adjusted his contact lenses, "Gir! Disguise!".

Zim opened the door to see one of the new students from Skool. Zim opened his mouth to say something but Mar just walked in and glanced at Gir. "Uh, who are you?", the Invader-wannabe asked.

Mar turned to him and turned off the holographic disguise. He grinned as he saw Zim's reaction. The look on his face was priceless. "You. You're irken!", Zim finally managed to say to the intruder.

"How nice of you to notice.", the strange irken said casually as he continued to grin.

"Why are you here? You invoke my wrath?!", asked Zim somewhat violently.

The Black Ops irken before him continued to regard Zim with the same zipper-toothed grin as he covertly took a syringe out from his back pocket. The needle he held behind his back was filled with a sedative that was designed to work not by species, but by biomass. So, logically, the eight needles that were divided between him and Sen would work on the four targets without extremely adverse side-effects, like death. "Zim? Hold still.", he said, trying to be soothing.

"Why?", replied Zim, standing still as he was told.

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Sen set Taco on her shoulder carefully while they were walking to Tak's base in disguise. Taco only just got his, the holographic appearance of a very surly ferret. The little SIR unit was anything but pleased. So, all was well as long as it didn't concern the mission. In that respect, the mission was still going too smoothly. Sen lightly knocked on the door of the house that was Tak's base. Sen leaned against the doorjamb as the door itself finally opened, and she straightened up. "You Tak?", she asked politely.

"You irken?", Tak shot back.

Shes quick on the uptake, Sen thought, so shes nothing like Zim, at least in IQ. So, Sen nimbly jumped the irken in front of her and took the needle from her uniform. Tak would've screamed at that point, or at least would've fought back, if she had time. The instant after she was grabbed by the disguised irken, the syringe was stuck in her arm and the sedative was injected into her bloodstream. The last Tak saw was a ferret walking to her on its hind legs and scowling. "Well, that was easy.", it said grumpily.

"Talking ferret?", she muttered sleepily as she was overcome and slumped onto the floor.

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"Ungh. Man, despite being so short, he's heavy.", Mar said as he dragged Zim onto the front lawn of Dib's and Gaz's house and laid him against the wall of the house.

Sen set the unconscious Tak next to Zim and groaned as she bent backwards. "Well,", she said, stretching, "These are the last two. Which are you going to inject?".

"Gaz. Considering her reputation, I'd probably be the only one able to sedate her safely. You can take Dib.".

Mar knocked on the house's front door and waited. Inside, Gaz looked up grumpily from her Game Slave 2. "Dib! Get the door.", she ordered.

Her brother yelled back from his room, "You do it. I'm busy trying to save the world!".

Gas glared into the open door and threw a nearby porcelain piggy into the room. The resounding "Ouch!" let her know that her aim was as good as ever, due to her honed hand-eye coordination skills from playing hundreds of thousands of gaming hours. Dib came out rubbing his gargantuan head as he walked to the door and opened it. The second the human saw the two irkens and SIR in disguise, he and Gaz were overtaken by them. Unlike Tak and Zim, the Black Ops irkens decided to conduct a much faster, much more coordinated strike on the natives, due to the unsavory role Dibs sister often portrayed. While Sen took Dib from below and knocked him off his feet as she got the syringe out, Mar had his ready from the get go. He ran as quickly as his relatively short legs would take him, and almost stabbed the sedative into Gaz's arm. Despite her unnaturally quick reflexes, his special military training managed to barely overtake her.