A/N: I have revised Chapter 2 past the point before Goldie breaks out. Yeah, I have to admit, it was sort of lame for her to break out so easily so I changed that part. Hopefully, it will appeal to you more, Jane, and to everyone else as well. If not, then let me know.

- - Chapter 3: If All's Well, It'll Go Well - -

Big John marched proudly right into the new boss's laboratory and gave the proper salute. "Sir! My troops are on their way to the rendezvous point and will be there in 1200 hours!" he informed his superior.

"Excellent work, Sergeant," Dr. Cranken commended, hardly turning away from what he was working on. "My ultimate plan is almost complete. Be sure your troops are ready when they get there."

The prehistoric reptile stomped one foot and saluted again. "Yes sir! My men are armed with the latest weaponry and will certainly attain victory! – I mean, will certainly retrieve the Black Film as per your orders, sir!"

The metal-headed octopus turned to face the dinosaur. "Latest weaponry? They better not destroy the Black Film," he warned.

"Yeah! Yeah!" wheezed the spotted cat-beast, prowling near the boss. Big John really didn't like mammals.

"Yeah! I agree! I mean, if you destroy it then Master's plan would go up in smoke! And because of that –" Nor did he like talking chameleons. Just why would the boss bring back the annoying chatty Leon?

Every time the dinosaur was in the same room with the more inferior reptile, John wanted to eat the irritating thing. Not only was the chameleon a speedy chatterbox, so was that furry cheetah.

Gwar! The sergeant couldn't stand those two lowlifes! The aforementioned pair were busily talking amongst themselves in their very annoying way, driving the T-Rex mad.

"Shut up! Both of you! I can hardly understand a single word you're saying!" John roared, making the two jump and cower. Discipline! They need discipline!

Cameo Leon squealed an apology. A very long apology, "Sorry, Big John! Sorry! I didn't mean to confuse you or anything! We were just saying how impossible it is for Master's plan to work if­–"

"You're defying my orders to shut up! Get out there and run one hundred laps around the perimeter!"

"What! I can't run! I'm not built for speed or endurance for that matter! I'll suffer and die from one lap!"

The mammal jumped with excitement. "I can run! Want me to? I'll do two hundred!" it said.

"All of you, be quiet!" Dr. Cranken bellowed. All members of the room immediately closed their mouths. The head of Gedow returned his gaze to the Tyrannosaurus. "Sergeant, you better return the Black film in one piece. You hear?"

"Of course, sir! No harm will come to the Black Film! You have my word on it!" Big John assured, gulping internally at the promise. It was possible that some harm could come to the Black Film with the high-tech Laser Destructor Beam Cannon he gave his artillery squad. He had to make sure to warn his troops to use that deadly weapon for emergencies only.

The scientist slowly nodded and formed a delighted smile with his face (since his mouth was not visible). "Good. Good. You may go now," he said, waving the dino off with his human hand.

The sergeant saluted and turned to go but stopped after remembering something he wanted to do. "Sir! Permission to punish the prisoners!"

Big John had been defeated by the hands of the two so-called heroes countless of times and now carried battle scars on his handsome face to prove it! Well, battle scars plus the loss of an arm and an eye. Though, they weren't as bad as the previous pair of heroes, they were worse! Every time John tried to dispose the two newcomers, he had an inclined feeling that both of them, especially the demon-boy, wanted to kill him.

Grr …

The thought just boiled his blood! How dare they try to end the life of the most brilliant, coolest, and deadliest villain of Gedow (that would someday get promoted to being the leader)! Such unruly children needed discipline!

Now that the brats were imprisoned in Gedow's new hideout without any of their powers and weapons, hence rendering them non-threatening, John could do whatever he wanted to them! He laughed evilly in his mind … or so he thought that he did.

"What are you laughing at?" spat the boss, looking impatiently at John. "Didn't you hear me, you nitwit?"

"I – uh, huh? Sorry, sir!" The sergeant saluted apologetically. "I seemed to have dazed out for a bit there! Could you repeat your answer to my request?"

Cranken furrowed his brow. "Permission denied."

"What! B-B-But why?"

"Because I already took care of them."

The yellow, spotted mammal let out raspy laugh. "You mean, me! Me!" it cried gleefully.

"Shut up," the boss growled, waving his cane at the drooling beast.

"Y-You finished them off?" Big John howled in disappointment.

"No. I haven't put them out of their misery yet. What fun would that be?"

John was relieved. "Then why can't I punish them? They are the enemy! I'll make them endure physical labour and pain!" By hunting them with a tank through an obstacle course full of booby traps! he silently added, forming a toothy grin.

"Nonsense!" his superior replied, wiping the grin away. "I know you will screw up somewhere and eventually let them escape. Better that you stay away from the holding cells, Sergeant. Understand?"

With his good eye twitching with anger, Big John nodded and growled an apology.

Stupid Dr. Cranken. How dare he define him, Drill Sergeant Big John, a screw up!

He hasn't screwed up once! Although … he did fail at every attempt to stop Alastor and Goldie's progress. And there was that one time when that stupid ice tiger interfered, so that wasn't John's fault!

Big John did his best to suppress the urge to swear profanely at the scientist. Following the octopus's orders was no fun. Since when did he deserve the right to be the leader of the renewed Gedow ever since Emperor Black was defeated by Viewtiful Joe and Silvia? John should have stepped up to the throne when he had the chance!

Grawr! Stupid! Stupid! Why didn't he become leader?

Seething inwardly, Big John turned to leave only to be stopped by Cranken, "Sergeant, why are you wearing that absurd V-Watch around your wrist?"

Oh damn, he noticed it …

"Gah – uh, well … It's a souvenir, sir! Actually, a memento of victory!" the dinosaur half-lied. He had taken it from the human girl right before throwing her in prison, knowing that the silver watch was the source of her Superpowers. (The boy had one too but John couldn't get it off.)

The prehistoric reptile wore it, hoping that the thing would give him Superpowers. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to use it. He had to do some interrogation first …

"Hmph. How foolish," was the boss's lowly reply. Waving his cane, he dismissed the sergeant. "Be gone, I still have lots more to work on in order for my plan to be completed. Report back when your troops have retrieved the Black Film."

Saluting yet again, Big John shouted a "Yes, sir!" before stomping away, feeling more furious than when Frost Tiger single-handedly beat him during the confrontation in the ice cavern. Curse the dreaded cold mammal! If John ever saw that cat again, he was sure going to show that kitty the true meaning of 'Friendly Fire'.

Muttering and growling to himself, John couldn't help but feel like he was supposed to do something important. He shook that feeling away; he wasn't in the mood to do anything but order some Flatties around.

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A/N: Flatties? Is that what Gedow's minions are called? Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! Let me know how you liked it and what needs to be changed, if there is something that seems absolutely out of the ordinary. (Like say, grammar?) Stay tuned for another update some time in the future.