It was late, that much Mabel knew. For some reason, though, she couldn't sleep. Something, she wasn't sure what, was tugging at her gut.

Now, Mabel had tried to go to sleep.. She had already counted sheep, and had even tried reading one of her brother's nerd books. Nothing so far had worked.

So here she was, just staring at her room. She looked at the ceiling at her unicorn posters and her glitter infested pictures. Her side of the room was just a mass of arts and crafts. A yarn ball over there, a painting over here. It was all attached to bright pink walls that ended at her brother's dark blue paint.

Mabel sat there for a few seconds, simply staring at everything. Finally, she couldn't take it. The elder twin slowly got out of bed, and walked over to the window. She looked outside, and saw the wonderfully clear night sky. The moon was bright, and the stars were everywhere. In fact, they looked so close, she wondered if she could touch them.

She needed to go outside. It must've been her artsy-sense that kept her up for such an important sketch opportunity. She slowly opened the window, careful not to wake her brother, who was quietly snoring in his own bed.

Mabel walked onto the roof, and sat down at the top. Usually this was where she and Dipper would go to look over the neighborhood. It was kind of like their secret twin spot. Tonight, though, it would be Mabel's sketch spot, so she could capture the picture in front of her to show Dipper later.

She took one more glimpse of it.

"Dipper would love this," she grinned. "He could name all of the craters on the moon that you can see, or he would count all the lights that are still on."

Mabel considered waking her twin, but decided against it. He deserved a good night's rest. She then put pencil to paper. She took into consideration every small detail and every shade. She wasn't sure how long she had been working on the drawing, but it must've been a long time. By the time she finished, she could see small beams of light peeking up from over the horizon. She held up her drawing proudly. Mabel was pretty tired, but seeing the end product of her hard work made it all worth out. She then put the paper back in her sketchbook, and began to climb down.

She was about to take the step through the window when she saw a bright light flash on top of her. At first, Mabel thought she was just seeing things, but then it flashed again. She dropped her sketchbook through the window, and looked back at the flashing light.

Mabel couldn't exactly make out what it was that happened to be coming her way, but she was almost 99% sure that it was a shooting star. It was a bright object falling from space, for Pete's sake! How could it not be? Dipper would probably disagree with her, saying how stars are just far away stars that keep their own center of gravity (whatever that means). This time, though, Mabel knew.

So she just stood there and waited for her star.

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(At some government agency)

"Sir! We've just received word of something entering Earth's atmosphere!"

It was a rather dark room, save for the large amount of security monitors. An intern agent had been tasked with delivering what was apparently important stack of papers to the branch head, Agent Powers.

The agent in question, who had been sitting in the security room, quickly turned to the young intern. "What is it now? Do they think that another alien invasion has started? How many times do I have to tell those idiots that every little thing that happens to come crashing to the surface is not the responsibility of my department?!"

"Uhm," The intern said, a bit queasy. "They said it was different this time."

The intern quickly handed his folder to the senior agent. Agent Powers sighed, and began to skim through the folder. Though at first he simply looked irritated, his progression of the documents began to change his expression. Once he was done, he looked rather frightened, flipping back and forth through the pages, as if re-checking the information.

"Um, sir?" The intern questioned nervously. "What should I tell them."

Agent Powers looked at the kid, obviously spooked. "Well, kid, I….hmmm.. listen, just tell them to forget about it. Destroy anything else they have on it. This is...well, this is dangerous. You understand me?"

The intern nodded, and quickly fled back to the pit of whatever space science department he had first resurfaced from. Agent Powers sighed, and left Trigger in charge for a bit while he walked to his office.

He shouldn't have to be the one doing this, he reasoned. It should've been Terry from the Space Recon Branch, but noooo, Terry just had to be a baby about it and send it his way. It wasn't like he enjoyed calling that guy in. In fact, he couldn't stand it.

Unfortunately, the creep was just what this situation called for. Powers shook his head in pity as he opened to door to his private office. He almost had pity for whatever poor soul had brought this upon themselves.

Agent Powers sat down at his desk, and rubbed his head. He was definitely gonna make Terry pay for this. He picked up the phone, and dreadfully typed in the number. As it rang, Powers took in a deep breath. He could do this. Suddenly, the phone clicked, indicating he had picked up.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite paranormal investigative agent, Powers! Long time, no hear, buddy!"

Powers sighed. "Hello, Bill."

"What have you been up to? Scaring the daylights out of every poor soul that happens to have a problem with gnomes eating their cats or whatever it is they do? Or maybe you happened to get a letter from Terry at the Space Recon Branch that happens to have something to do with my area of expertise?"

Of course he knew. The government agent squeezed the bridge of his nose, already aware of the oncoming headache. "Listen, Bill, you and I both know that whatever this is, it probably has something to do with your branch. Would you mind grabbing this case?"

"Awww, well since you asked so nicely! I already have the case files, so you won't have to drop those off."

Powers took in a deep breath of relief. "I appreciate this Bill."

"Come on, Powers, anything for an old friend, or at least the only guy in this whole government outfit who actually has the guts to call me up. Anyway, I'm gonna start working on it! Bye, Powers, remember that I'LL BE WATCHING YOU!"

The phone was promptly hung up, and the agent sighed in relief.

Now, to get back at Terry.

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Dipper Pines was an early riser by nature. Each morning, he would wake up at precisely 5:32 a.m., and he would sneak downstairs for breakfast right after checking on his sister.

So today, Dipper was a bit surprised when he woke up at his scheduled time, and realized that his sister wasn't in her bed. Now this startled him for a moment, but he quickly remembered that they had watched a movie last night, so Mabel was probably still on the couch. He furrowed his brow at this thought, though.

He fell asleep downstairs, too, so why would he be upstairs and Mabel be downstairs? This continued to bug him. If she wasn't in the room, and she wasn't downstairs, then does that mean that her parents gave her to-?!

Dipper shook his head. No need to jump to conclusions just yet. He had to keep his mind open. Where would Mabel usually go if he couldn't find her?

Duh. The roof. That is so obvious.

Dipper giggled. How could he not have thought of it before? He chalked up this overreaction to his grogginess, and quickly climbed out the window.

"Good Morning, Mabel," he said as he made his way out the window. "Whatcha doing up so early?"

"Dipper!" Mabel squealed, obviously excited about something. "Check out what I found!"

Dipper was still making his way onto the roof, so the window opening was blocking his view. He tried to push himself up a bit to see it, but he still couldn't look at whatever it was that Mabel had.

"What is it, Mabel? I can't see." Dipper was almost out of the window, but he still couldn't make out whatever it was that she was holding.

"Dipper, I'm literally holding a STAR right now!"

He heard her, and almost lost her balance. Did he hear correctly? She was holding a-?

Oh, no. It couldn't have happened now. It was already past deadline. Dipper, now panicked, picked himself up and quickly looked up at Mabel.

She had not been lying.

There, in Mabel's hands, was a bundle of bright light. Just like many of the drawings Mabel had completed when she was younger, it was shaped into a pudgy star. The light it gave off was warm and inviting.

"Dipper, isn't it cool?" Mabel grinned widely. "Do you wanna hold it?"

Suddenly, Mabel saw her brother turn a strange shade of pale. He looked at her with wide eyes, as if he was afraid of it.

"Bro-bro?" She asked, a bit worried. "Are you okay..?"

"Mabel," Dipper said, suddenly looking around for something. "We need to leave."

"Now."

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"My goodness. It seems as if we've hit the jackpot with this one, hmm?"

Somewhere in northern Wisconsin, Vladmir Masters was sitting in front of a large fireplace in his private office. He had just received a tablet with sensitive information, and was, at the moment, studying it vigorously.

"Well, you were right. This is quite the delicate situation. Who would've thought that twins were involved in this, of all things!"

The young man who had just delivered the information nodded. "Yes, it does seem like quite the opportunity, sir."

Maddie, Vlad's cat, jumped onto his lap, and the man began to pet her as he stared intently into the fire. "Imagine the possibilities! Twins, of all things! I believe there's a boy and a girl, correct? I wonder if their abilities are related? Or if one was latent longer than the other? Oh, the things we could learn!"

"I imagine you are interested, then. Should I send Skulker?"

"No." The elder man quickly stood up, sending Maddie to the floor. He turned to the young man, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"This is too delicate a situation, my boy, to send some over-equipped hunter into. I am thinking about something a bit more….covert. You know how Skulker is, always thrashing about, making a mess and what not. No, he isn't quite right for this job."

The man looked confused. "Do you want me to ask someone else? Spectra? Or..uhh….Johnny, maybe?"

"No, no, no," Vlad shook his head. He looked at the young man. "I want to send you."

Suddenly, the other smirked, and his eyes flashed green.

"So, tell me about these twins."

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"Very interesting. Very, very interesting."

"You needed to see me?"

Ms. Amanda Levay Source had everything she had ever wanted. A multi-billion dollar empire, an army of undercover operatives to spy on her competitors, and a very beautiful condo in Maui. However, in her case, her wonderful array of things must be protected, and they must be protected by the very best that this world had to offer.

"You will never believe what I found." She drawled, attempting to interest her companion. She watched him carefully step closer.

He looked at her skeptically. "What did you find?"

She brought her gaze to the file on the desk. The manilla covering was all too lackluster for the contents inside. She picked it up gently, and handed it to the figure in front of her. As he read it, his eyes widened.

"H...How?!"

"It is rather amazing, isn't it?"

The man adjusted his glasses. "This is quite the opportunity. To my knowledge, this has never happened before. It has enormous potential for research. However, I imagine you have a different purpose for this particular project."

She smirked. "Oh, Viceroy, you know me too well. I have come too far for anything to be ruined, and having twins under my thumb will give me just the edge I need against my competitors."

"And let me guess," the scientist sighed. "You'd like me to arrange their transit, I presume?"

Amanda turned around and faced the city beneath her. She looked wistfully at the people below her. "Viceroy, you're the only one I trust with such a matter. There's no doubt that others are already looking for them. You are possibly the smartest person I've ever met, and if anyone can get them here, it's you."

It was silent for a moment. Then, there was a chuckle. "Well, Ms. Source, I suppose you've flattered me yet again. I'll get to it right away."

"Oh, you always were my favorite. Let me know when you get close."

Viceroy nodded, and then swiftly exited the penthouse office. Once he was out the door, he grabbed his cellphone, and punched in some numbers.

"Mr. Viceroy. What can I do for you?"

"Get me Norisu," He stated. "Tell him I have a job for Randall."

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