A/N: I know I've taken some liberties with the Dixon character, but honestly we don't know much about him. He's a spy, so you can't really tell what he's really like, because he's always pouring on the charm. We know that he likes Olive because of how manipulative she was in Secret AgANT, so to me that says something about his character. I don't see it as him just randomly turning psycho, but more of his real self finally being exposed due to the circumstances. With that said, here is the final chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
I do not own ANT Farm. That belongs to Disney.
Chapter 10: Mission Improbable
At some point during the night Olive fell asleep, but she had no recollection of doing so. When she woke up the sun had already risen. She had hoped that she would wake up to find that everything that had happened the night before had just been a nightmare, but there was no such luck. As she began to stir, Dixon noticed, and then he reached over and gently rubbed her arm.
"Good morning Olive," he said.
"Don't touch me," Olive said coldly.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Dixon replied with a grin.
"Where are we?" Olive asked.
"We're flying above the Pacific Ocean, but soon we will be landing. There's a small island community out here that we used to use for training missions. The natives won't ask questions, so it's the perfect place to hide for now," Dixon replied.
"You can't hide forever. My parents and my friends will want to find me. Fletcher will want to find me!" Olive said defiantly.
"You keep saying that like I'm supposed to be afraid of Fletcher," Dixon said with a laugh.
"I just want you to remember the name of the person that you'll never be able to replace," Olive replied.
"That's cute," Dixon said as he began the plane's descent towards the island.
It didn't take long for them to land on the island, but it seemed a lot longer in the uncomfortable silence. Once they landed Dixon powered down the plane and started getting ready to disembark. Once he had made sure everything was set he pulled out a small box and started rifling through some documents.
"Which identity should I use?" Dixon asked, but when Olive just ignored him he laughed.
He continued sifting through the box until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a fake passport and looked at the name.
"Dan Signer; it's a silly name, but it will work," Dixon said. "You will tell everyone that you're my wife Sierra Signer."
"You wish," Olive replied.
"Fine; give them your real name. When your friends and family show up do you really think they will stand a chance against me?" Dixon asked smugly.
"Wow; aren't you humble," Olive replied.
"Humble doesn't pay the bills sweetheart," Dixon said.
"Wow you are so full of your own hype; it's not even funny," Olive said with a laugh.
"I am a prodigy at this," Dixon replied.
Dixon laughed at his own wit as he stood up and went to open the door. After he opened the door and lowered the ladder he turned to Olive and pointed outside the plane.
"Come on," he said.
Olive reluctantly followed him outside the plane and inwardly hoped that someone was coming to save her.
Meanwhile, on Grundy's private jet, Zoltan was flying while Angus held the laptop and followed the path of Dixon's jet. In the back Fletcher was busy applying the prosthetic makeup to himself and Chyna. He had managed to make both himself and Chyna look exactly like two of the people on the fake passports they had found in the Spy Lab. The only difference was they were a lot shorter than the heights listed, but they were hoping no one would look too closely at the information.
"Wow; this is trippy," Chyna said as she looked in a mirror. "You did a really good job with this."
"Thanks; it's just another medium of art as far as I see it," Fletcher said as he touched up his own makeup in the mirror.
Thanks to Fletcher's efforts he now looked like a blonde man in his 30's with a dimpled chin and a sharp nose. Chyna, on the other hand, looked like she had short hair, a pierced eyebrow, and higher cheekbones. Neither of them was recognizable as themselves. When Angus turned to look at the finished project he was shocked by what he saw.
"Wow; that's impressive!" Angus said.
"Thanks," Fletcher replied.
"We will be landing soon. They've touched down on a small island that the spy department once used for training. I bet Dixon thinks I don't even know about it. He doesn't realize how much I know about what goes on at my school and what goes on outside it as well," Grundy said with a smirk.
"Well you own the school, so wouldn't you know everything that goes on?" Chyna asked.
"The spy department always thinks they're keeping secrets from me. It is a little game they like to play, but they underestimate me."
"Have you been to this island before?" Fletcher asked.
"No; unfortunately I haven't, but it's not a very big island. There are only so many places that Dixon can hide," Grundy said as be began the descent towards the island.
Fletcher and Chyna took their seats and buckled up as the plane came in for a landing. Once they arrived Zoltan steered the plane into the unloading zone, but when he pulled up something caught his attention. There were three men sitting on the tarmac. One was sitting on a luggage cart, but the other two were standing around as if they were waiting for them.
"This doesn't feel right," Grundy said.
"Maybe they're just waiting to unload the plane," Angus said.
Zoltan brought the plane to a stop about a hundred yards away from the men, but the one in front motioned for them to keep coming forward.
"We could just take off again and leave," Angus suggested.
"No! We're not leaving without Olive!" Fletcher yelled.
"I agree; besides we don't have the fuel to make it back. We're just going to have to play this one by ear," Grundy said as he moved the plane forward.
Once he brought the plane to a stop, and made sure everything was set, Zoltan motioned for everyone to stay put while he opened the door. Once the door was opened, and the ladder was lowered, Zoltan poked his head out of the plane.
"Hello there; we're just visiting for the day. I have…," Grundy started to say, but the man standing in front cut him off.
"We know who you are. Please exit the plane and come with us," the man said.
Zoltan then walked down the steps and exited the plane, but the man shook his head and pointed.
"Everyone needs to exit the plane!" the man said.
"They're just kids; we don't want any trouble," Grundy replied.
"Then you never should have come here. Tell them to exit the plane!" the man said more forcibly.
Fletcher, Chyna, and Angus slowly made their way out of the plane with feelings of dread. Fletcher's heart was beating a mile a minute and he was more afraid than he had ever been in his life. Once everyone was off the plane one of the other men motioned over his shoulder. After a minute or so a black van drove up and the side door opened.
"Get in," the first man said.
Everyone got in reluctantly and as they sat down Zoltan turned to them with a look of sadness.
"I'm so sorry; I messed up," he whispered.
"It's okay; this is all my fault," Fletcher whispered in return.
"No it's not; I should have refused to let all of you come," Grundy replied.
"That is enough talking!" the man said when he took his seat behind the wheel.
The man then drove for what seemed like an eternity. Fletcher didn't even bother looking out the window, because he was sure he would never remember how they got there anyway. He simply looked down at his feet the entire ride. They ended up driving to an old warehouse near the coast, where the man pulled to a stop and then ordered everyone to get out. He then led them inside and sat them down in chairs before tying each of them up. After they were all secure a side door opened and in walked Dixon with a smirk on his face.
"Oh Zoltan; how could you have been so stupid?" Dixon asked as he walked over.
"Where's Olive!?" Fletcher yelled.
"She's safe; nice look by the way. Did you think those disguises were really going to help you any?" Dixon asked.
"What are you going to do to us?" Chyna asked fearfully.
"Don't worry about that right now," Dixon simply said before turning his attention back to Zoltan. "I thought you were smarter than to fly right into a trap like that Zoltan. The second I landed I placed a call to some of my old buddies here on the island. They were more than happy to give you a welcoming committee."
"Why are you doing this?" Grundy asked.
"I'm doing this because you forced my hand! I was just going to take Olive on a nice trip to Paris, but then Kennedy had to slip up and you just had to chase me!" Dixon answered.
"I thought you were a nice guy!" Chyna cried out.
"I'm a spy. Nice guys don't become spies Chyna. This is a dirty business," Dixon replied.
"Even if you kill us there are people out there who will come looking for us," Grundy said.
"By the time they do I will be long gone. This is merely a pit stop for me. I just wanted to come here and say my goodbyes to you in person. It was a gallant effort Fletcher. I'll be sure to tell Olive that you at least tried," Dixon replied smugly.
"She will never love you!" Fletcher yelled and then felt foolish for doing so.
"Who cares? Love is just a useless emotion anyway," Dixon said with a laugh.
Dixon then walked away and Fletcher wished desperately to be able to break free from his ropes and chase after him, but it just wasn't possible. Dixon then stopped and whispered something to a man by the door before leaving the building. After he was gone the man walked over to them and smiled.
"I'm sorry my friends, but orders are orders," the man said.
"Wait! Before you do this can I ask you a favor?" Grundy said.
"What is it?" the man asked impatiently.
"Come closer," Grundy said and so the man leaned forward. "Look up," Grundy then said.
"What?" the man asked and then glanced up at the ceiling.
"NOW!" Grundy then yelled as loud as possible.
When he yelled the lights in the building turned off and the room was then filled with the sounds of scuffling and soon the sounds of fighting. Fletcher was completely confused as to what was happening. There was a cacophony of sound that was hard to distinguish, but the one thing Fletcher was certain of was that there was fighting going on around them. After a few minutes the fighting stopped and the lights came back on. What everyone saw in front of them left them speechless. The room was now filled with what appeared to be a SWAT Team, much like the one that had attempted to arrest Angus when he hacked into the Z-Tech system.
"I told you they are always underestimating me," Grundy said with a wide smile.
"That was awesome, but don't you think you should have done it while Dixon was still in the room?" Fletcher asked.
"Olive is still out there. I couldn't take the chance of something happening to her if Dixon didn't leave this building safely," Grundy explained while his men were busy untying everyone.
"How did all these men get here? They weren't on the plane with us," Chyna asked.
"These men are natives of this island, but they work for me. When the spy department tried to acquire a secret island right under my nose you better believe that I made sure I had some of my own men there," Grundy said with pride.
"Wow; very impressive," Angus said.
"Thank you," Grundy replied.
"How do we find Olive?" Fletcher asked.
"We placed a beacon on Dixon's car," one of the SWAT men said.
"So did you know this was going to happen the whole time?" Chyna asked.
"Oh no, but that doesn't mean I'm not prepared for anything. I alerted my men to be ready once I realized what island Dixon was heading for. I apologize to all of you. I was truly hoping that this wouldn't be a trap," Grundy replied.
"That's okay; there's no way you could have stopped me from coming with you," Fletcher said.
"Well there's no use waiting around any longer. Let's go men!" Grundy said.
They were then led outside by Grundy's men where there were a few vans parked and waiting. Everyone piled into the vans except Zoltan, who was giving out some orders. Once he finished telling the men what he wanted done he climbed into the passenger seat and they started making their way. Fletcher's heart was pounding with excitement as he knew he would soon be reunited with Olive and he couldn't wait to see the look on Dixon's face when they showed up. It didn't take long to find the beacon signal on Dixon's car and thankfully it wasn't far away. They watched the signal closely as they made their way to his location. Once the signal stopped they had a general idea of where he was headed.
"The signal has stopped two blocks over. He seems to be stationary," a voice said over one of the radios the men were carrying around.
"Copy that," the driver of the van replied.
They then pulled to a stop and parked the van two blocks away; from there they began to formulate an attack plan. As they were waiting another man came running over to the van with information.
"He went inside an apartment building two streets over," the man whispered to the driver, but Fletcher was able to hear him.
"Okay, send some men around to the street that runs behind the apartment building. I want that back exit covered!" the driver told him.
The driver then got out of the van and turned to Zoltan.
"Make sure they stay in the van. We have this covered," the driver said as he pointed at Fletcher and the rest of them.
"Okay; good luck," Grundy said.
The man then left and the waiting game began. The suspense was killing Fletcher and the nervousness was beginning to make him shiver.
"Are you okay?" Chyna asked.
"I'm fine; I'm just nervous," Fletcher said.
As the minutes passed Fletcher began to worry that he was going to pass out from anxiety, but he willed himself to stay conscious. The silence was the worst part of all of it. He wished that one of the men had left one of their radios in the car so they could at least listen to what was happening. Fletcher desperately needed a distraction, so he decided to start looking around at the scenery outside the car. There wasn't much to see other than apartment buildings and alley ways, but as he was looking down the alley something caught his attention. He swore that he had seen someone run by the end of the alley and for the briefest of seconds he swore he saw blonde hair. He tried to tell himself that it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but he couldn't do it. He began to feel a panic well up inside that he could no longer contain, so he pulled the side door of the van open.
"What are you doing!?" everyone yelled.
"I saw Dixon and Olive run down that way! I swear I saw it!" Fletcher said as he exited the car.
"Get back in the car!" Grundy yelled, but it was too late.
Fletcher took off running as fast as he could for the end of the alleyway. He didn't care that it was foolish; he had to save Olive. By the time he reached the end of the alley and turned his side was already beginning to hurt from the running, but he didn't care. As he turned the corner he saw them ahead and he couldn't believe that he had been right. Dixon was running, with Olive trailing behind. He was practically dragging her along by the arm.
"DIXON!" Fletcher yelled out and Dixon came to a stop out of surprise.
When Olive saw Fletcher running after them she looked confused as Fletcher was still wearing his prosthetic makeup. Dixon was only distracted for a moment and then he started running again, but the pause was enough for Fletcher to gain some pretty good ground on them.
"STOP!" Fletcher called out, but Dixon didn't listen.
Dixon was about to turn down another alley when Olive decided to slow him down. She came to a complete stop and pulled back on his arm. This caused Dixon to stumble backwards and nearly fall over, but it was enough to allow Fletcher to finally catch up to them.
"Stop Dixon! Let her go!" Fletcher yelled.
"Fletcher!?" Olive asked in surprise when she recognized his voice.
"Boy you just don't learn your lesson," Dixon said with a sneer. "So Grundy must have had an ace up his sleeve, but it doesn't matter."
Without warning Dixon hit Fletcher with a roundhouse kick that knocked him to the ground. All Fletcher was able to see for a moment were stars in his vision. He had not been knocked completely out, but he had come close.
"DIXON STOP IT!" Olive yelled.
"I told you before Fletcher that you could never beat me in a fight. You should have just stayed at home. I'm not going to hurt Olive, but I have no problem hurting you," Dixon said and then kicked Fletcher in the ribs.
"NO!" Olive yelled and then jumped onto Dixon's back.
"Get off of me!" Dixon said and then easily shoved Olive off of his back.
However, this distraction was exactly the opening Fletcher was hoping for. Fletcher didn't really know how to fight, so he did the only thing he could think of.
"Hey Dixon!" Fletcher yelled.
When Dixon turned Fletcher swung his cast covered arm as hard as he could at Dixon's head and made solid contact. The impact nearly spun Dixon all the way around before he crumpled to the ground, but unfortunately it also sent a shockwave of immense pain throughout Fletcher's broken arm.
"AHHHHHHH MY ARM!" Fletcher yelled and then fell to the ground.
Fletcher writhed around in pain for a few seconds, but it didn't matter, because Dixon was knocked out cold; just like Fletcher had intended. Fletcher could hear the sounds of footsteps approaching and knew that Grundy's men had finally arrived, but before they got there Fletcher noticed someone standing over him. He looked up to see Olive with the biggest smile on her face.
"Stop your whining," she said with a laugh.
Fletcher couldn't help but laugh, because even in such a tense situation Olive felt the need to tease him. She then reached down and offered her hand to help him up. She gently lifted him to his feet and then flung her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
"You're welcome," she whispered to him.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"Well if I hadn't broken your arm you probably wouldn't have been able to win that fight…so you're welcome," Olive said with a laugh.
"How…I…what?" Fletcher stammered.
"Hey; you said we could still tease each other. So are you going to just sit there and pout or are you going to kiss me already?" Olive said with a wink.
Fletcher couldn't help but laugh as he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. They didn't care that Grundy's men were filing into the alleyway. The whole world could have been watching and it wouldn't have stopped them from kissing. All that Fletcher cared about were Olive's lips against his own and the fact that she was there in his arms. Everything around them was merely background noise. As they continued kissing Olive began to run her hands through Fletcher's hair, but she had to stop kissing when the wig Fletcher was wearing came off. It was such an awkward moment that both of them burst into laughter, which earned them some funny looks from the men around them.
"Why are you dressed like this?" Olive asked.
"I was trying to be a spy," Fletcher said with a laugh.
"Promise me you will never do that again. I love you as just Fletcher the artist; not the spy," Olive said.
"I promise and I love you too," Fletcher said and then kissed her again.
When the kiss ended the two of them decided to leave the alleyway, so Fletcher took Olive by the hand and led her back to the van. When they got within a few feet of the van Chyna came running over and hugged both of them tightly, which caused Fletcher to groan in pain.
"Fletcher you scared us! You shouldn't have run off like that!" Chyna said.
"Hey give him a break Chyna. He did pretty good," Olive said proudly.
"Are you both okay?" Chyna asked.
"I'm fine, but I think Fletcher might be a little worse for wear," Olive replied.
"I hurt all over," Fletcher stated plainly.
"Here; come sit down and rest," Olive said as she led him to the van and made him sit down.
"Well this has been the most eventful week of my life," Fletcher said after he sat down. "I'm so ready to just go home."
"We still have a few hours until we can leave," Grundy pointed out and Fletcher let out a groan of frustration.
"It will be okay Fletcher," Olive said as she patted him on the arm. "Hey; I wonder if there are any shops around here that sell cloth," she then added.
"Cloth?" Fletcher asked in confusion.
"Yeah; I have to get started on remaking my memory quilt," Olive replied.
"Is it going to have embarrassing moments of me on it this time?" Fletcher asked.
"Of course," Olive said with a smile as Fletcher groaned again. "I put those on there because those are times you made me laugh. It's what I love about you."
Fletcher was going to complain, but hearing her say that she loved him made him change his mind. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of it.
"Okay; I get it now. And Olive…I love you too," Fletcher said and then he kissed her.
The End.