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My dearest Elizabeth,
I have long desired to meet you in single combat.
Having faced your protégé, Miss Kim Possible, many times in the past, it was truly my fantasy to encounter her master in an epic battle of wits.
However, that was not to be.
When your Global Justice agency decided to arrest my son and I, that should have been a cause for celebration on my part. After all, not every villain merits attention from a premier international law enforcement body. I might have felt honoured.
However, you sent an insult.
The agent charged with our capture, Wil Du, was the most arrogant individual I have ever encountered in battle.
My son and I saw his woefully under-armed helicopter on our radar over an hour before he reached our home. My first thought was to fire a warning shot. Let him know that he would be severely outgunned if he proceeded. However, if he knew where we were, he should have known what our defensive capabilities were. So I risked allowing him to land on the chance that he was not there to fight.
We listened to four versions of his multi-lingual demand for surrender. I must tell you, he speaks Italian like a native Russian. Then, my son and I exited our command lair and moved to the escape boat, after activating the automated defenses. We always preferred to be off the island when the shooting starts. It's so noisy and messy.
Our speedboat eased out from the grotto just as the first of the Surface to Air Missiles launched. As soon as we cleared the last of the large rocks off the shore, we were spotted by a second helicopter, which we had not noticed on radar.
Our vessel was quite fast enough to keep ahead of the pursuing helicopter. And out of range of its guns as well.
I heard my son cry out, "Father, MISSILES!" So I looked back and saw that it was not missiles, but my young nemesis, Miss Possible and her paramour in their ingenious jetpacks.
"Ah, the real battle is now joined" I thought. "Miss Possible and Mr. Stoppable out of range of supporting aircraft. My son and I away from our island home. Fighting for our freedom on the neutral waters of the high seas."
Young Stoppable was landing on the deck when my son called out again "Father, MORE missiles!"
Mr. Stoppable and I both turned and saw two missiles approaching from the second helicopter. The aircraft with Mr. Du on board, if I am not mistaken.
Mr. Stoppable, not surprisingly, attempted to restart his jetpack and retreat, but was not successful. I heard him say, "Oh Snap." Then I heard him start another comment, but the details were lost in the explosion.
The aftermath of that explosion was devastating. I lost my only son. After I lost his mother years ago, he became my life, my dream, and my very existence. Like Rachel in Ramah, I refuse to be consoled.
I have found, however, that I was not alone in loss on that day. One of your officers, a Lieutenant Swan I believe, lost his life while attempting to rescue my son. May I ask one favor? Please inform his loved ones that I do not regard his act as an empty gesture, nor his sacrifice in vain. I still have sufficient wealth and resources to make this happen. I swear that his family shall want for nothing so long as I am alive and free.
You are probably wondering how I survived the incident without being captured. You can thank your older brother, Elizabeth. As you know, he keeps an active interest in your organization. When he discovered the plan to capture me, he had several agents in submersible vehicles near my island home to observe the proceedings. When I dove overboard as the first missile struck, his agent's Rho and Theta rescued me. Gemini and I are now in negotiations. He has offered me the post of Agent Alpha.
Yes Elizabeth, I had great respect for you and your organization. However, the poor manner in which my son was lost has convinced me otherwise. The needless loss of your own agent with the injuries to several others cemented my opinion. I have nothing but contempt for Global Justice as a whole, and enmity towards the commander of this mission in particular, Agent Wil Du.
If by working with The Worldwide Evil Empire, I am able to end the effectiveness of Global Justice, I shall regard that as a win.
My true purpose in life now is vengeance, however. The arrogant agent who caused my son's death, Wil Du, shall himself know death by my hand. Let him be warned, "revenge is a dish best served cold".
Elizabeth, an honourable battle between us could have been the stuff of legend. Yet now we find ourselves in a bitter struggle that can only end with the death of one, if not both, of us.
With deepest regrets,
Senior Senior Senior- - - - -
Author's Notes
Why the italics? It was the closest I could come on this system to presenting a letter as if it had been written in an elegant calligraphy, on rich parchment, with a hand sharpened feather plume dipped in genuine India ink.
As for the potential Betty Director / SSS pairing? Well, I've seen stranger on I said I saw Senior as being crazy after the loss of Junior. But I just can't see him as psychotic. He could make an Excellent sociopath, however. Would he seek revenge for the death of his son by killing Dr. Director's brother?
What about the Ricardo Montalban lines? Sorry, I couldn't resist. Mr. Shatner, do you have anything to say on this matter?
KAAAAAAHHHHNNNN!!!!!!!!