Chapter 11: Ya know, this story is probably the longest thing I have ever
written on any given subject.CRAZY! I hope you readers like it so far, and
I can tell you I have only 3 more chapters to write before this story is
done. Yipee! -X-KAT
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The altoron guards all knew the plan: the scientist would lead the targets in, and when their leader gave the word, they would shoot. Nothing could be more simple. ``````` Dib followed behind Zim and Pazlude, watching Pazlude's facial expressions closely. Something wasn't right about Pazlude now; he had a look in his eye that wasn't there when he had helped them before. The look was distressed and yet.kind of evil. Dib noticed this and tried to find an explanation for the change while walking. None of his thoughts were bright. ```````` The guards glanced intently from the door where their targets would enter, to their leader who was fussing with his fuchsia sphere again. He had his eyes closed and was holding the sphere with two hands. It seemed to be vibrating in a pattern. It was like Morse code. It was like another language. The leader nodded at the last vibration, and the guards wondered what it was telling their leader now. Oh well, they thought, no time to focus on that. The guards had a job to do, and it would initiate in a few moments when the doors fly open. ``````````` The odd group of four was almost to the doors of the docking bay area. Dib's funny feeling about Pazlude was at it's prime right now, and he couldn't ignore it any longer. He stopped.
"Wait." Dib said in a bold voice.
Zim was the only one to comply. "Why?"
"I don't have a good feeling as to where we are going, Zim. I don't think we should trust Pazlude."
"Why? You better have a good reason for this disruption, human." Zim scolded, "Where else should we go?"
"I.I don't know, but I know we shouldn't follow HIM anymore."
At the mention of 'HIM', Pazlude turned swiftly around and started to walk back.
"Let's try to go another way, okay?" Dib asked.
"This is your only option!" Pazlude said with obvious stress in his voice.
"See." Dib whispered to Zim. Zim noticed, and decided to lay it straight out.
"The stink-Dib and I don't need your assistance any longer. We will find our own method from now on." And upon those words Dib and Zim spun promptly around and walked the other way, Gir screaming after them from behind.
"No, wait, you can't!" Pazlude said glancing back and fourth from Dib, Gir and Zim, to the other direction where the door was. They kept walking. Pazlude lost it.
"You are coming with me DEAD or ALIVE!" He yelled, while pulling out a small gun. At the words 'dead or alive', Dib and Zim looked behind to see the gun pointed at them, and they instinctively split apart and dove out of the way of the anticipated shot. Gir just stood there and giggled. Now it was survival. Zim and Dib ran down different passage ways, leaving Pazlude to decide who to go after. He chose the irkan; he would get more money for killing him.
Zim sprinted down the hall, making as many turns as possible. Oh how much easier it would be if his invader pack hadn't been disabled. He heard Gir's giggles as it ran close behind him. 'Gir must think this is a game', Zim thought. Perhaps in a way the little robot was right. Zim knew that if he didn't start pulling some wonderful ideas out of his head soon, he would lose.
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The altoron guards all knew the plan: the scientist would lead the targets in, and when their leader gave the word, they would shoot. Nothing could be more simple. ``````` Dib followed behind Zim and Pazlude, watching Pazlude's facial expressions closely. Something wasn't right about Pazlude now; he had a look in his eye that wasn't there when he had helped them before. The look was distressed and yet.kind of evil. Dib noticed this and tried to find an explanation for the change while walking. None of his thoughts were bright. ```````` The guards glanced intently from the door where their targets would enter, to their leader who was fussing with his fuchsia sphere again. He had his eyes closed and was holding the sphere with two hands. It seemed to be vibrating in a pattern. It was like Morse code. It was like another language. The leader nodded at the last vibration, and the guards wondered what it was telling their leader now. Oh well, they thought, no time to focus on that. The guards had a job to do, and it would initiate in a few moments when the doors fly open. ``````````` The odd group of four was almost to the doors of the docking bay area. Dib's funny feeling about Pazlude was at it's prime right now, and he couldn't ignore it any longer. He stopped.
"Wait." Dib said in a bold voice.
Zim was the only one to comply. "Why?"
"I don't have a good feeling as to where we are going, Zim. I don't think we should trust Pazlude."
"Why? You better have a good reason for this disruption, human." Zim scolded, "Where else should we go?"
"I.I don't know, but I know we shouldn't follow HIM anymore."
At the mention of 'HIM', Pazlude turned swiftly around and started to walk back.
"Let's try to go another way, okay?" Dib asked.
"This is your only option!" Pazlude said with obvious stress in his voice.
"See." Dib whispered to Zim. Zim noticed, and decided to lay it straight out.
"The stink-Dib and I don't need your assistance any longer. We will find our own method from now on." And upon those words Dib and Zim spun promptly around and walked the other way, Gir screaming after them from behind.
"No, wait, you can't!" Pazlude said glancing back and fourth from Dib, Gir and Zim, to the other direction where the door was. They kept walking. Pazlude lost it.
"You are coming with me DEAD or ALIVE!" He yelled, while pulling out a small gun. At the words 'dead or alive', Dib and Zim looked behind to see the gun pointed at them, and they instinctively split apart and dove out of the way of the anticipated shot. Gir just stood there and giggled. Now it was survival. Zim and Dib ran down different passage ways, leaving Pazlude to decide who to go after. He chose the irkan; he would get more money for killing him.
Zim sprinted down the hall, making as many turns as possible. Oh how much easier it would be if his invader pack hadn't been disabled. He heard Gir's giggles as it ran close behind him. 'Gir must think this is a game', Zim thought. Perhaps in a way the little robot was right. Zim knew that if he didn't start pulling some wonderful ideas out of his head soon, he would lose.