Disclaimer: I don't own INVADER ZIM, so get over it! And stop waiting for me to forget to add the disclaimer in, cause I never forget so just forget about sewing me! I've already told you that I'm poor what else do you want? (Don't answer that!)

Author's Note: I may not own Invader Zim, but I do own the characters in this chapter known as Tia and Gig! So just remember they are MINE! Do you hear me? MINE! (But I don't really care if you use them.)


CHAPTER TWO

Caught


"Dib, your back," whispered a young women with fiery red hair and crystal clear blue eyes, the warmest smile and an abnormally large stomach. She lay in a small bed on the far side of the main H. U. R. base ward.

Level 5 of the H. U. R. base was the hospital level. The wards were small with only a few small hospital beds lining the dirty old cracked walls; volunteer doctors and nurses could be seen rushing around looking after the sick and injured, there was only a few doctors and nurses and hundreds of patients.
When Dib entered the ward it fell silent and everyone saluted, Dib hated this and nodded his head signalling him or her to go about their business.
"Another false alarm?" smiled Dib as he pulled up a dusty old armchair to the side of the bed.

The young women nodded as she took a hold of Dib's hand.

"The attack went as planed Tia, we hit the empire hard this time," said Dib proudly.

Dib had grown up now he was no longer the young 10 year old that was mocked by everyone. He was now 21 and the respected leader of the H. U. R.

Tia was the only person who stood by Dib before the horrible war even started. They had met when Dib was barley 14 and now she and Dib were something more than friends. Only a year ago Dib asked her to marry him and now she was carrying this baby.

"But we had a bit of a close call, someone has been tampering with the bombs. I think we've got a spy amongst us, but who could it be?" Dib said thoughtfully, "Who ever it is they are covering their tracks very well. I've had security checks on everyone, but still we've got nothing."

Dib noticed Tia looking a bit worried. Tia knew her husband was a wanted man dead or alive!

He smiled and kissed her hand lightly; he could feel her smooth skin as his rough lips gently touched her hand.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me, you or our baby," Dib said softly.

"Dib your needed down in the control centre," said a familiar voice from behind him breaking the silence.

Dib turned around to his sister Gaz.

"Thanks Gaz. Will you sit with Tia for a while?" smiled Dib looking at his sister.

Gaz was the only living relative he had now his father had been caught be Zim along time ago, Dib received a notice that his father died a couple of months ago from an unidentified illness (most likely a filthy Irken disease!)

Gaz hadn't changed much physically; she still had that beautiful violet hair, her heavy pencilled eyes was the same and she still wore the skull amulet, she had since she was little. Their Mother gave it to her before she left that fateful day when Dib was only 2 years old.
Though Gaz had changed a lot mentally after Zim caught her, one day a couple of years back. She was sent to a prisoner of war camp just outside the empire near the mines, no one knows what happened to her in those 10 months, Gaz never liked to talk of that touchy subject anymore. But when Dib came to rescue her, it was the first time he ever saw Gaz cry and the last time too.

"Sure Dib," nodded Gaz smoothing out a fresh tear in her green jacket and taking Dib's seat, as Dib made his way out the ward and to the hospital level corridor.

"Dib, we've had a security breech on level 1 in the control centre," came yet another familiar voice from down the corridor sounded. It was Gig, Dib's most trusted friend and the head bomb expert in the H. U. R.

Dib nodded knowingly as he approached Gig.

"It looks like someone was trying to signal the Irken Empire, luckily the culprit left a clue behind this time! BIG mistake," said Gig walking along side Dib.

The two men made their way into the control centre.

"I want a security upgrade and only cards with a grade of level 2 and up may enter the control centre, this is now a restricted area," ordered Dib a couple of H. U. R. computer experts.

The computer nerds nodded and went about their orders making the necessary changes.

"Take a look at this," Gig called over to Dib holding a torn piece of green cloth in a plastic bag, out to him.

As Dib stared at the torn cloth, he noticed something familiar about it, but was awoken out of his thoughts by the cries of a Private making his way into the control centre. (It's getting a little crowded in here.)

"Sir, Sir, there's a child, out in the open 5 yards east of here, he looks pretty sick, orders?" asked the Private.

"Right lets take a look shall we?" said Dib looking over Gig, "Go get Gaz and 3 other men and meet me up on ground level."

"Right away Dib," Gig said already on his way out of the control centre.

"And Gig, bring some water with you," order Dib before Gig left.

The Irkens were pretty sneaky, they could now look almost like a human and they could withstand water too. They use to be vulnerable to water something in their skin reacted with the water, making them fry, but now they had found ways to water proof themselves on the outside. They couldn't keep on taking chances like that. Dib had to do something before they were caught!

"Of course Dib," nodded Gig walking out.

Up on ground level of the main H. U. R base, Dib arrived at the cargo bay.

It was a large area, filled with all sorts of human and Irken technology. There was a section of food supplies, there was a section of all the information that they had gathered against the Irkens and their empire (But the top secret flies were kept in Dibs office, which were locked at all times.)
Dib was waiting in the transportation section, where all of their transport was kept. Dib leant against the big garage like door that lead to the outside desert wasteland, where only the bravest of people dared to venture.

Dib thought of his childhood, how happy he was and how free. When Zim arrived that day at his school, he can still remember all the children mocking him because he thought Zim was an Alien. Dib remembered what he said to them just like it was yesterday... "You will be sorry when your all enslaved under Zim's ruling!"... That's what he said, not really knowing how horrible the future would be. But Dib had vowed to stop Zim no matter what. Zim was the Alien enemy and even if he was out numbered, Dib wasn't going to give up so easy, not to an Irken scum like Zim.

"Hey," said a voice from behind Dib, startling him a bit, "we're here!"

"Oh hi Gig, great. But where's Gaz?" asked Dib lifting his eyebrow and peering around Gig at the 3 other men.

"She said she has got important business to attend to and she sends her regards," Gig explained.

"Right okay, well let's go then shall we?" said Dib hopping on the Motorcycle like hovercraft closest to him.

Not much technology was human these days.

Gig and his men did the same. All of them put on sunscreen and wide-rim hats and sun glasses. Dib made sure his long black trench coat was on properly and away they went into the scorching heat of the desert wasteland.

They found the body of a young human child lying lifeless face down on the scorching sand in the middle of a sand dune clearing. Though they had been only searching for twenty minutes it seemed more like 20 hours. It was getting close to the shadowless hour so they would have to work fast. The shadowless hour was when the sun was in the highest point in the sky, where you wouldn't be able to hide from the sun no matter where you ran. You would have to be foolish to stay out there in the hottest part of the day, you would be literally be cooked, not even the strongest sunscreen would be able to protect you.

They parked their hovercrafts and made their way to the child.

"Quick get me some water!" Dib order someone as he wiped a considerable amount of sweat from his forehead.

But when Dib tried to touch the lifeless body, that's when it struck him, hard like one of Gig's bombs.

"Oh Shit!" cursed Dib, "It's a hollow-gram!"

"Not only that, it's a trap!" announced Gig tapping Dib on the shoulder, signalling him to look up.

Many short little green men in dark grey soldier uniforms emerged from behind the sand dunes. Each and every soldier was equipped with a laser.

But Dib noticed that the soldiers were awfully tired and hot, it was obvious that the soldiers were not use to the heat as Dib and his followers were. Dib started to smile as the soldiers started to pass out one by one from heat, until there was only three of the troop left standing, who would have made up 40 to 50 soldiers originally.

"Get them!" shouted the captain, " and I wouldn't resist, if I were you!"

As the captain said this, one soldier dragged out the young red headed girl; he had only visited just hours before.

"Tia!" yelled Dib with anger, rage and confusion all mixed up together.

"Dib! I got mostly everyone to safety, but I have to tell you something about Gaz!" cried Dib's love.

But before Tia had a chance to continue, Dib felt a sharp, hard pain hit him on the head and everything faded away into darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...............

Oh no what's going to happen now? Will Dib and his comrade's escape? Or will they face their miserable fates? Only the Almighty slayer knows, so I expect to see some reviews soon. But don't cry, chapter three is done and ready, so I will post it up later on tonight!