Okay readers. I know for a fact that this will be a short chapter. Sorry, but I had a difficult time writing this much.
"Shut up you moron. This time I'll be handling the operation. Just me, no one will screw this up for me again." The man's voice echoed throughout the large base. "But sir, you need help, N'Tek is nearly impossible to get into, especially for you. They know you. John Dread frowned, knowing that his plan would need some fine-tuning before it could be put into effect. His technician had been right, everyone knows him, he may need help after all. "Well, this time I am not going after Steel, that is much to risky. Trust me, that is one mistake I don't need to make again. What I really need is to get someone into N'Tek to learn more about the man behind Max Steel. I want to know everything about Josh McGrath before I go after him again. And I know just how to handle that."
Dread paced the control room anxiously, planning his attack. "Uh, sir. Might I suggest that we study each member of the team, and try to learn their strengths and weaknesses before deciding on an attack plan?" John Dread smiled, realizing that one person in the room besides him had a functioning brain. "Alright everyone, you heard him, let's get to work. I want to know the vital statistics, family, friends, etc. On every N'Tek employee you can find."
He watched each person begin pulling up information on the N'Tek employees that they knew. One of the men left the room to coordinate undercover surveillance teams to watch traffic patterns outside of N'Tek.
Josh Dread left the room and went into his private office. He sat down and opened up his laptop. He started up a program and began to type up some of his thoughts on what preparations needed to be made in order for his plan to be successful. John sat back in his large, leather chair and began to laugh. "I've finally got Jefferson Smith beat at his own game, now that I'm not focused on Steel as my main objective. Jefferson Smith won't be expecting this at all. Finally, a chance to take on all of N'Tek and actually have the upper hand." He began to laugh again as he thought of his options on whom to target in his plan.
Only 10 minutes after he had sent his men off to work, one of his technical advisors entered the room with a thick blue folder in his hands. The man moved quietly toward Dread's desk, and handed him the folder, which was nearly overflowing. Dread began to skim through its contents. It contained fact sheets on more than 90% of N'Teks employees, Jefferson Smith included. He flipped through the sheets, and finally came across a page that interested him. "Ah, a vision of perfection no doubt. This is the agent that will bring me everything I could ever ask for." He carefully placed the folder in his top desk drawer and locked it. "Now all that is left is to find a way to catch her without Max Steel finding out. I just have to figure her out, see if she has any routines that involve leaving N'Tek. Simple. I've got you all now." He said as he stared at his desk.
No one knew exactly what his plan was, just that he was being extra careful this time.
"Shut up you moron. This time I'll be handling the operation. Just me, no one will screw this up for me again." The man's voice echoed throughout the large base. "But sir, you need help, N'Tek is nearly impossible to get into, especially for you. They know you. John Dread frowned, knowing that his plan would need some fine-tuning before it could be put into effect. His technician had been right, everyone knows him, he may need help after all. "Well, this time I am not going after Steel, that is much to risky. Trust me, that is one mistake I don't need to make again. What I really need is to get someone into N'Tek to learn more about the man behind Max Steel. I want to know everything about Josh McGrath before I go after him again. And I know just how to handle that."
Dread paced the control room anxiously, planning his attack. "Uh, sir. Might I suggest that we study each member of the team, and try to learn their strengths and weaknesses before deciding on an attack plan?" John Dread smiled, realizing that one person in the room besides him had a functioning brain. "Alright everyone, you heard him, let's get to work. I want to know the vital statistics, family, friends, etc. On every N'Tek employee you can find."
He watched each person begin pulling up information on the N'Tek employees that they knew. One of the men left the room to coordinate undercover surveillance teams to watch traffic patterns outside of N'Tek.
Josh Dread left the room and went into his private office. He sat down and opened up his laptop. He started up a program and began to type up some of his thoughts on what preparations needed to be made in order for his plan to be successful. John sat back in his large, leather chair and began to laugh. "I've finally got Jefferson Smith beat at his own game, now that I'm not focused on Steel as my main objective. Jefferson Smith won't be expecting this at all. Finally, a chance to take on all of N'Tek and actually have the upper hand." He began to laugh again as he thought of his options on whom to target in his plan.
Only 10 minutes after he had sent his men off to work, one of his technical advisors entered the room with a thick blue folder in his hands. The man moved quietly toward Dread's desk, and handed him the folder, which was nearly overflowing. Dread began to skim through its contents. It contained fact sheets on more than 90% of N'Teks employees, Jefferson Smith included. He flipped through the sheets, and finally came across a page that interested him. "Ah, a vision of perfection no doubt. This is the agent that will bring me everything I could ever ask for." He carefully placed the folder in his top desk drawer and locked it. "Now all that is left is to find a way to catch her without Max Steel finding out. I just have to figure her out, see if she has any routines that involve leaving N'Tek. Simple. I've got you all now." He said as he stared at his desk.
No one knew exactly what his plan was, just that he was being extra careful this time.