The Tallest Betrayal

By thesuperdot

Chapter 8: Operation Skeptic Plan Bravo Omega Alpha-b23 .56…

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"AH HA!" Zim laughed as he took the cargo elevator to the living room. "I have done it! The perfect plan!"

The elevator zipped up through the levels. "It shall be called Operation Skeptic…"

Into the living room. "Plan Bravo Omega Alpha…"

He ran into the kitchen where Red and Purple were surprised to find GIR made good waffles. "Dash b25.563655…"

Red and Purple looked at the small Irken with raised non-existent eyebrows. "Code Red 3254…"

They looked at each other. "Zim…?" Red began.

"Paragraph 354 Section 285 Line 54423…"

"Zim."

"Revision 34…"

"ZIM!"

"Compliant with Code 482 of Irken Law Section 2…"

Red and Purple looked at each other. Each took a breath and yelled "ZIIIIIIIIIIMMMM!"

He held a silencing finger. "Version 34.7.987 Beta! YES I HAVE DONE IT!"

Purple sighed. His organ still hurt from the meat antidote, which was finally passed off as a failure, much to his pleasure. "What have you done, Zim?"

"I have devised a plan I like to call Opre…"

"NO!" Both shouted at the same time. Listening to that tirade again would be the equivalent of eating acid. Red resumed. "We know the code name," He said politely, "But we want to know the details."

Zim smiled. "Okay, Dib belongs to a secret network of skeptics and conspiracy theorists!"

Purple was lost at this. "Yeah and…?"

"I have found a way to infiltrate that very organization!"

They both sighed. This was taking WAAAAY too long. "How?"

He held up a singular note card. It was purple and had a single picture of a human eye. Below it said 'My eyes are swollen.' On the other side, 650-876-JOIN.

"A card? That's how you plan to join?"

"No, not I, you!"

Red and Purple started. "Huh? Why us?"

"Because my face is too well known there. I do not wish to cast suspicion on myself. No one believes Dib, but you can never be too careful."

Purple looked at Red. "This coming from the guy who blew up Irk." Red couldn't help it. He began to laugh hard.

"SILENCE!"

Their laughter slowed and eventually stopped. One might say they purposely took their time, and they would be right. "Okay. So when do we join?"

"NOW!"

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Across town, at the Membrane Household, Dib was currently in conference with the very same organization.

The recording finished and clicked off. "THERE! Do you see? Proof!"

A few of the agents available stood in silence for awhile. Finally, Agent Darkbootie spoke. "This is… Interesting. We cannot deny the authenticity of the recording, but we do not find it to be enough."

Dib was flabbergasted. "What? They attacked me! They don't look human!"

"They probably attacked you because you eavesdropped on their private conversation. As for non human, you have an Old kid and a pig boy in your class as well as a kid with a skin condition. They could be suffering from a similar aliment."

"But, the kid with the skin condition IS the alien I've tried to tell you about!"

"Wait, isn't he the one who you showed to us eating waffles?"

"…Er yeah…"

"I thought so."

Dib deflated. "Does this mean you're not going to investigate?"

"Perhaps not. I'll take the recording to the counsel. What they say will be final. I would find more info if I were you."

"Affirmative, Agent Darkbootie. Agent Mothman out!"

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"You want me to do what?"

"I told you, Jaz. Find the IEAB."

Jaz couldn't believe her ears. Her brother, Tallest Green, wanted her to find IEAB. Why, she couldn't say.

"But why? That thing is nothing but trouble!"

Green looked at her with cool, calm eyes. "It's a weapon. Despite its destructive past, it's still a weapon."

"You are out of your mind! But, I haven't a choice, do I?"

Green nodded.

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Sorry for the shortie! Next Chapter Coming Soon!