a/n: sorry about the delay
Chapter 2
Roy Bergman turned from the computer and stretched his aching joints. "Damned arthritis" he muttered as he rose from his chair and went to get another cup of coffee. He was gonna miss that Dib. Such a good, smart kid. Suddenly, just as he was going back to his computer, there was a loud clang that caused him to leap off the ground and spill his coffee onto the ground. "What the hell?" he muttered as his eyes shifted around the room.
"Hello!" he then called as his voice echoed and bounced off the metal walls, "Anybody here? I'm armed you know." It was true; he had a tazer that he was given the first day on the job. He then saw two red eyes peering out at him from the darkened hallway.
"W-Who are you?" he stammered. "W-What are you?" he knew this was a damn stupid thing to do, what if the thing couldn't talk.
"You fool! Of course I can talk!" the creature hissed in a nasal tone.
"H-How did you know?"
The creature stepped forward into the light: he was a very human-like creature except that he had antennae and a large squarish head with green skin. His limbs were so tiny and fragile that even the weakest man alive could break them off.
"I used this," the creature replied in an arrogant manner as he held out some kind of wand-like contraption, "A brain scan of sorts that can read people's thoughts.. it works on anyone."
"What do you want?"
The creature laughed. "Why, what every alien wants to do; take over the world!"
"But why are you here?" Ray stammered with his back against the control panel counter.
"Ah, now we're getting somewhere. I request the use of your space plant. There are a few robots I'd like to launch."
"You can't use our base! It's off limits!" Ray squinted at the intruder.
"Wait a minute.. do I know you?" he asked in a rather blissfully ignorant tone, he didn't want it to come out that way.
"I think you do, You were an associate of that Dib-beast, yes?"
"No, I-I wasn't"
The creature chuckled sinisterly again. "Oh, I beg to differ."
And with a loud BZZTZT! And CRACK, Ray was laying on the ground, lifeless with blood trickling from a tiny opening in his skull.
Meanwhile, Jonathan Camp, one of the caretakers at the Crazyhead Ph.D Mental Hospital scanned the escaped patient's chamber who had fled only two hours before.
He took a slow drag of his cigarette and turned to his co-worker and friend, Martin Skaks or Marty for short and asked, " So, I don't see any clues, do you?"
"Naw, I called the private investigator and he said he'd stop by tomorrow."
" Well, I did here on the radio too that a janitor at NASA just got murdered, so who knows? Maybe the patient killed him."
A/n: sorry for the crappy ending.. and yes, I'm aware that NASA's based in Florida while Zim is in..somewhere else, just pretend this is some kinda local NASA affiliate.. I might give Gir a mention in here too..