Totally Spies. Who owns that? Not me! Marathon does! :)
I can't begin to describe how amazed I am that Enemy Territory has gone this far. I don't know how long I want it to go. There are so many ways I could let it go. I have a definite path I'm taking that will be so suspenseful/cute/romantic/hilarious so get ready for that! :O
I hope everyone enjoys this chapter as they have enjoyed the ones before.
Last time, Sam just sent Scam, I'm sorry, Tim, to jail. It looks like it's all over
But you all know that ain't true. ;P
Like Sam thought, "I wonder what is going to happen to Tim..."
Enjoy! XD
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After...
The handcuffs were slightly cutting into his wrists. His body was tense. He knew where he was headed off to. He had been sent there many times, but not as humiliating, or honorable in some people's perception.
"I still don't understand why I set this whole thing up," Tim thought. "It was supposed to be a simple trip to the store to get clothes, and now, I'm being sent off to jail." He resisted the urge to punch the floor of the plane he was on. He bit his lip which kept his focus off of slamming into the wall.
The lights in the airplane flickered. He was sitting in an on-board cell. There was no bed, no window, and no door from the inside. There was one box in there, but other than that, it was like living in solitary confinement. This is exactly the kind of quarters I will be living in soon...
He leaned onto the floor and had his whole back lying there. Tim turned to his side and stared into the wall. "I could have killed her," he growled. "I could have held her blood in my hands, but I had some last minute idea, thinking she would give in..." He slammed his head into the wall.
"HEY! NO ROUGH-HOUSING IN THERE!!!" shouted one of the guards from outside. There was a bang on the opposite wall. "We're almost at your real cell, Scam. Just sit tight for a few minutes." There was laughter on the other side.
"How humiliating..." Tim scowled. "Tim Scam, legendary strategist, gets arrested by a 19-something year old girl... I'm sure everyone is talking about it..." He jumped himself up and started pacing back and forth.
"I could have run," he thought. "She wouldn't have caught me, but yet, I had to make some stupid code about keeping my word. I've never kept my word about anything. That is until now. "He shook his head violently.
"Stupid, moron, idiot," Tim thought as he kicked the air. "Why didn't I put into the equation her intelligence? I should have, would have, and could have if it weren't for me doing something like this under pressure, no planning. I should have learned from before about acting under pressure. Doing those kinds of things are what kill me..."
Years Earlier...
Tim had been reviewing the files for the new spies being brought into WOOHP. Their records seem to show that someday, they would become the best spies at WOOHP. "But they're teenage girls!" he laughed. "Jerry has blown his lid with this one!" He stepped out of his seat and walked over to the window in his office.
He could see Jerry giving a bunch of rookie spies a tour of WOOHP. A few of them were old, some older than himself. Their black attire made Tim feel he was staring into a dark abyss. The never ending color of black. Black shoes, black ties, black shirts, black hair, black, black black black!
Tim pressed two of his fingers into his forehead. "I'm getting a headache just looking at them." he chuckled. He turned to continue looking at the crowd when he saw a bright color amidst the black. A bright, shining, blast of red... it was more like red orange... He smiled. "Good to see Jerry isn't making a bunch of stiffs join. At least there's one who could be exciting..."
Tim went and sat back on his desk. He scanned through the files and found out that the red orange person was really one of Jerry's new teenage spies. "That figures..." Tim laughed. "The redhead in the midst of all the black is just a pre-teen or teenager or whatever..." Tim took a stamp and stamped all three of the teenage girls' files.
He cracked his neck and started walking the files off to the business office of WOOHP. He took a shortcut through the weapons area of W.O.O.H.P. It wasn't too long ago that he was a weapons designer at WOOHP. There were some occasions where he would help design a weapon or two, but his time was spent making sure that WOOHP was running swiftly and smoothly. He was almost the boss, of course under Jerry.
The hallway through the weapons department was quiet; there was no one around. Tim loved being able to walk through an empty hallway and just enjoy the peace. That is...
Tim heard someone in the weapons laboratory. He peeked through the glass. "I thought I gave everyone the day off here," he thought. "No point in designing weapons when new trainees are walking through..." But it wasn't a scientist or anyone he knew. This person was wearing all black and grabbing weapons from the facility and putting them into a very large bag.
Tim took a deep breath. He walked backward and made himself about thirty feet in front of the glass. "On the count of three..." he whispered.
"One, two, three!"
He ran and jumped into the glass. The criminal looked straight up and started to panic. Tim landed on his feet right in front of the thief.
"Your time is up," Tim grinned. He grabbed the thief by the arms and pinned him down. Tim pressed a button on his collar. "This is Tim Scam reporting a crime in progress here at WOOHP in the weapons department. Criminal attempting theft." He looked back at the criminal who was no longer pinned under him. "What the?!?"
"Guess my time isn't up so quickly," the thief smirked. He had a gun pointed at Tim's forehead. "I wonder what this does."
"It's something of my own invention," Tim grinned. "It's a nuclear gun with enough power to destroy an entire city... Not that you'd be able to fire it..."
"What do you mean?" he questioned. "I'm the one with the gun to your head."
"True," Tim agreed. "But you didn't expect those spies behind you did you?" The criminal looked behind him only to find nothing. Tim grabbed a black gun lying on the floor. He turned around to face the thief, pointing his gun at the thief's forehead.
"Looks like it's a draw," the criminal laughed. "Or to see who can shoot who first."
"On the count of three then," Tim whispered. "One, two---"
The thief pulled his trigger before Tim finished counting. He started laughing evilly. Except... "What the?" he shouted. "Why isn't it shooting?" He kept pulling back the trigger but nothing was coming out.
Tim pushed his gun into the thief's forehead. The thief dropped the gun and started sweating. He was shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm afraid you didn't hear me correctly," Tim smirked. "You see, I invented it, and I knew that you wouldn't be able to shoot it because it takes thirty seconds to power up. Like I said, your time is up."
"Please! Don't shoot me!" he whined. "I've got a family; they don't know what I'm doing. I'm only doing this to get money for them! Please, you have to believe me!"
Tim growled and pushed the gun farther into his forehead. "A second ago, you were about to blow by brains out and you didn't seem to care about someone's family, someone's integrity, someone's life! You became too greedy and idiotic... Only pathetic people resort to theft to live. If you are going be a criminal and rob, you better be evil, truly evil. But then again, it looks like crime never does pay."
A shot was heard from outside the weapons department. Jerry ran inside to find a man grabbing his shoulder. He was panting and shaking. Jerry looked to his someone very familiar to him holding a gun and having blood on his fingertips.
"Tim, did you do this?" Jerry shouted. "Don't you know the first rule of WOOHP? Never shoot someone intentionally!" Jerry ran to the thief and check to see if he was all right. "You're just going to need someone to look at this bullet wound but you will otherwise be fine." Jerry pressed the inside of his collar. "Calling a medic! We have a man shot, shoulder wound, needs immediate attention."
Jerry put handcuffs on the robber and locked him to a pole in the room. "There, that should keep you cozy until the medics and guards get here." Jerry turned to see Tim, who seemed confused about Jerry's rash behavior.
"Jerry, you don't understand," Tim reasoned. "I had to think of a plan fast, and the only thing to do was shooting him, but only wound him. He was going to shoot me, Jerry. You have to believe me."
Jerry stared at Tim with judgmental eyes. "Tim, you shouldn't come up with idea under pressure; you always mess up that way..." He stepped over to Tim. "You know that to shoot someone, even if they are a criminal is against WOOHP law..." Jerry sighed. "You'll have to go before the board and see if you can keep your job. And my name is Mr. Lewis, Tim."
Tim was shocked. He was just doing something not only to protect himself, but stop the thief in his tracks. He didn't kill a man; the robber was going to live. Tim would understand if he shot the man in the head, but he didn't. He wanted to, but he knew what was right. Tim had to control himself. He had to, but he didn't.
"What do you mean lose my job!?" he yelled. "All because of this!?! And since when do I have to call you Mr. Lewis, Jerry? I've been like a son to you, and this is how you repay me? For what I've done at WOOHP, for all I've done to help you stay in the business economically, for making sure that the United Nations saw what good place this was? All of that, and I do one mistake, not even killing a man, and I'll lose my job!!!"
Tim punched the wall. He was breathing hard. "Why are you doing this, Jerry?"
Jerry sighed. "I'm sorry, Tim... It's regulations."
"Screw regulations!" Tim yelled. "I'm the top spy, the superintendent, the second-in-command. This kind of thing shouldn't apply to someone who was just trying to protect himself so he didn't die or get shot or anything like that!"
Jerry walked up to Tim. He sighed a feeling of sympathy. "Tim, don't make this harder than it is. Just meet with the board, okay? You probably won't lose your job for this. And if you do, I'll support whatever you do. You are right, you are like my son. I don't want to see you go down the wrong path. Calm yourself down and just look at the bright side."
Tim closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Look on the bright side..."
"Look on the bright side," Tim whispered in the plane. "And that would be what?" He stood up, trying to think of something good that came out of all of this, but he couldn't think of anything. He kicked the box that was in the room as hard as he could. It cracked.
Tim looked again and kicked it some more. It kept opening up. Tim broke the box completely. He started laughing evilly.
Inside the broken box were a pillow, a blanket, a pair of pajamas, a hardcover book, and a electric toothbrush.
"Bright side being that there was a loop-hole to that little promise I gave Samantha," he smirked. "I did say I would let them take me to jail...."
But I never said I wouldn't escape...
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Ker-pow! Chapter 7 is done! WHOA! A whole Scam chapter. Now, we know what started his whole "villain" thing. Geez, I'd flip out, too. Plus, he's escaping. OoooOoo! :o
So, I just want to give my faithful reviewers some credit here.
RedHeaded Devil.... Kudos to YOU!!!!!
Cresenta's Lark.... Kudos to YOU!!!!!
Anyway, thank you to all for my reviews. They really keep me focused on making sure Enemy Territory stays on track and on plot.
Well, hopefully, you guys will keep reading and enjoying Enemy Territory as much as I do.
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