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Baljeet-2's POV

The base was completely and utterly quiet, with no noise being heard except for the distant thrumming of our reactors. Nobody spoke, except in whispers. We knew that Doofenshmirtz could probably had the tech to hear every word we were saying, and we weren't going to do anything to make his job easier.

I glanced up at my computer screen, saw that nothing seemed to have changed, and went back to the circuit board I was soldering. We'd lost a lot of ground when Doofenshmirtz first attacked, mainly because we were so unprepared. We'd only stopped him from taking the whole base by setting off an EMP- an electromagnetic pulse to the layman. Essentially, it disables all electronics around it when it's used. We'd taken down most of our cameras in the area when we did so, but we were about to lose the area anyways, so we considered it a small price to pay. The offensive had just petered out after we got the blast doors working and sealed ourselves off, and since then, nothing much had happened.

Candace walked in and slumped over in a chair. Her trademark sunglasses were pulled up over her forehead. I put away my soldering iron and walked over to her.

"How goes it?" I asked in a whisper. She held up her hand and moved it from side to side, the universally accepted signal for "so-so."

"The good news is, Doofenshmirtz doesn't seem to know what we're up to. The bad is that we still haven't made much progress. It doesn't help that we can't make any noise without him spotting the vents and pumping in tear gas through them."

"I am just glad he hasn't spotted them yet."

Candace nodded.

"Well, if this takes any longer, he probably will. We need to hurry up our operations."

She looked back down at her watch and got up.

"Speaking of which, I'd better get back to it."

"You sure I can't help?"

"You're just too... Small, Baljeet. I don't think you're really cut out for heavy lifting.

I sighed. Candace took that as a sign of agreement and left. I looked back down at the plans for the base, overlaid with pencil marks of what we were planning to do. There were long lines drawn through the air vents, which reached all eight hundred feet up to the surface. Not directly above us; Doofenshmirtz would find them immediately and pump in tear gas or something. No, they actually came out about two miles to the east of the bunker.

They had never been built to climb through; they were about three feet wide and had more than one sharp turn. In order to get through them at all, we were going to have to use jury-rigged grappling hooks mounted in Pre-Doofenshmirtz air rifles.

Of course, I was not much help in this. I never had been a very good shot, and the weight of the grappling hooks effectively destroyed any accuracy I might have had. I sighed and went back to my circuit board.

A few seconds later, I swore out loud. I'd just soldered the legs of a transistor I was using together. I didn't have any spares on me, but there might be some in the storage room.

As it turned out, this bunker had been built back in the fifties, and everything in it we hadn't scavenged from elsewhere also dated from then. So, while we didn't have any transistors, we did have a big stack of vacuum tubes, which did about the same thing, except they were clunkier and less efficient.

They would do, though, for what I was working on. I grabbed one and started back towards my lab.

Suddenly, I heard a faint hissing noise. I knew the sounds of the bunker I'd lived in for the last two years, and that was not one I'd heard before. I dialed up Candace on my communicator.

Silence.

That didn't necessarily mean anything bad. There were any number of reasonable explanations. I couldn't think of any off the top of my head, but I was sure there were some. Somewhere. It didn't mean anything that I couldn't think of any of them.

I sidled over to the wall anyways, just to be safe, and dialed Gretchen. She didn't pick up then, either. I swore again, and tried all of the others, in sequence.

Nothing.

By the time I made it back to my lab, I could feel my eyes starting to tear up, and the air was beginning to get blurry. Gas, I thought to myself. He's pumping in gas through the air vents. The others had probably found out too late and were either unconscious or dead; they were all right next to the vents.

No. Not all of them. I remember Adyson's arms had never completely recovered after that incident with a NormBot laser when we first got here, even though they fared a lot better than her legs. There was no way they were strong enough to hold a grappling hook. She was probably back in her quarters reading or something.

But first...

I grabbed a pair of goggles, some tape, a rag, and some assorted chemicals from my lab desk. After a few seconds, I had something to protect myself from whatever Doofenshmirtz was pumping in. Not very efficient, and probably liable to incur long-term health risks, but it would do for right now.

After I put together a second one for Adyson, I headed down the hall to her quarters. I would have yelled for her if I wasn't afraid of accidentally inhaling the oily gas that now filled the air.

When I got there, I found the steel door shut tightly. I pounded on it and yelled "Adyson!" as loudly as I could through the cloth covering my mouth. After a few seconds, the door cracked open the slightest bit. Adyson looked through the slit it formed.

"Baljeet? Is that you?"

"Yes, it is me, Adyson. Please let me in!"

She opened the door just wide enough to let me in, and then shut it behind me again. The moment I got inside, I pulled off my mask and sucked in a breath of clean air. I seemed to have forgotten what it felt like.

"What's happened out there?" she asked.

"Gas," I began, stopping to take a hacking, coughing breath. "Doofenshmirtz must have found the air vents and started pumping it in through them. I can't raise anyone on my comm set; I think they're all unconscious already."

She nodded slowly and looked down at the floor.

"Well, I guess we all knew this could happen eventually. Still smarts, though."

"Either way, we need to get out of here. Doofenshmirtz has not sent in any NormBots, so that should simplify things. I think he is just waiting for the gas to get everyone."

"Well, I'm not getting through the gas by myself. Do you have another one of those masks?"

I held it out to her.

"Be careful with it. I am not entirely certain what all of the chemicals in it do. I believe that using it for extended periods will put you at increased risk for about five different kinds of cancer."

She cast a suspicious eye toward it.

"I am not certain," I emphasized. "And if you have a better idea for getting out of here without inhaling the gas outside your door, I would love to hear it."

It seemed she did not. She took the mask without a word.

"Excellent," I said. "Now, most of the NormBots are still disabled by the EMP we used. Doofenshmirtz may have posted human sentries, but if he has, they're going to need gas masks too, and they will restrict their vision. We're just going to have to be very quiet."

"Should we go now?"

"The longer we wait, the better the chance of Doofenshmirtz coming down on us. We have to leave before he brings his full military force to bear. So, yes, now would be good."

Like the rest of us, Adyson didn't have much to her name. A couple of books and a NormBot laser were about what we all had. When we made it to the blast doors, it took me all of five seconds to hack the locking mechanism and open them enough for us to squeeze through. They made less noise than you would expect based on their size, but it still felt like we were alerting everyone on Earth to our presence.

We held close to the wall in a recess, covered by shadow. I could see people streaming past to see why the door had just opened. I couldn't make out most of what they were saying, but nobody seemed to have any idea. Eventually, they apparently decided that this was the only door that opened for any reason since they'd got here, and started rushing in.

When they all seemed to have gone, I stuck my head out to look around.

"Wow," I said in a surprised tone. "They did not even leave sentries."

"Yeah, Doofenshmirtz usually has better planning than that.," Adyson replied. "Let's get out of here before they remember."

We had to go slowly, mainly due to the fact that Adyson's wheelchair couldn't effectively go around the NormBot hulks lying everywhere, and I had to move them out of the way instead. She kept insisting that I go on ahead, and that she could get out just fine by herself, and I insisted just as strongly that she couldn't. Eventually, she gave up on it.

We were almost to the entrance before I spotted another guard. He stood in the doorway leading out, holding a laser rifle in his hands and scanning

"I guess they did leave some behind," I said.

"Found one?"

"Yeah. I don't think he sees us."

"Can you take him out?"

"With what? I'm liable to shoot myself in the foot if I try to use a gun, and I haven't got anything else we could use."

"I'm a good shot."

"He is, like, sixty feet away. He will find us if you don't take him out the first time."

"I will."

I sighed and handed over my rifle. She held it up and lined up the guards head with the sights. I put my hands over my eyes; I couldn't stand to watch him if he came after us.

The rifle made a noise like a chainsaw cutting through a lightsaber. I peeked through one eye, unable to restrain the temptation.

The guard was still standing there, motionless, with a scorched black hole right between his eyes. As I watched him, astounded, he fell over backwards with a dull thud.

I looked over at Adyson. A sly smirk crossed her face.

"I'm sorry I doubted you," I said.

"Apology accepted," she replied. "Now let's get out of here before everyone else comes to see what that noise was."

We'd almost made it to the door when other guards came. They started yelling and shooting at us. I lunged for the door, pulling Adyson's wheelchair behind me while she kept shooting back. When we left, I messed around with the door for a few seconds to seal the guards in, and then took a moment to breath.

"We made it," I said, panting. Adyson nodded.

"Now let's get out of here before they get that door open," she said.

Doofenshmirtz-2's POV

He slowly drummed his fingers on the desk, forming the rhythm to some song only he could hear.

"You let them get away," he said in a tone full of ice. The man standing before him trembled visibly.

"W- well, yes, sir, but only those two," he said. "The rest-"

"You let them get away," Doofenshmirtz said. He stood up and walked over to the man, whose shaking got much worse. He stood over him and glared down.

"You were supposed to capture all of them. Not all but two, all of them."

"There were some complications, sir. We'd thought all of them would be at the vents and we hadn't made adequate plans for if that hadn't happened."

"And whose fault is that? Yours."

"Bu-bu-but-"

"No buts. Monogram!"

Doofenshmirtz's indentured executive assistant, the former Major Monogram of the O.W.C.A., came in holding a clipboard.

"Yes, Doofenshmirtz sir?"

"This man has failed me. Have him executed."

The man looked up at him and shook his head frantically, his mouth open in a wordless expression of terror. Monogram gestured to the guards who were standing just outside the door. They came in and grabbed the man who Doofenshmirtz had just condemned and pulled him out. His screams carried in through the door, and eventually faded.

"Who was that, if you don't mind my asking?" Monogram asked. Doofenshmirtz looked up, looking surprised for a moment.

"What? Oh, he was my Chief of Police."

"Another one?"

"I know. It's impossible to find good guard material these days."

"Especially when you keep having them executed."

A gunshot echoed through the room. Monogram developed a sudden interest in finding something else to do.

Doofenshmirtz sat back down in his chair with a sigh. Oh, it was great that he'd finally conquered the Resistance, but it was long overdue. It had been two years since he'd come to power again, and even in his first rule, he'd been unable to stamp them out.

And now... Even now, his victory was incomplete. He had the leaders of the Resistance, and even most of the rank and file members, but two of them seemed to have escaped. All of their equipment, everything they might have used to cause trouble for him was in the bunker he'd just captured, but he knew they would find a way to aggrieve him just the same.

A few taps on his desk brought up a holographic display of everything the Resistance had done to him over the years. The list went on and on. Mostly just sabotage, and low-level sabotage at that, but they were capable of doing severe damage if the circumstances were right.

They would cease to exist as an organization after tonight, with just about all of them in captivity. But those two, Baljeet and Adyson, they could still hurt him if he didn't find them soon.

He pressed a button on his desk, which put him on a secure line with his Minister of Internal Affairs, Joseph Gregory. He began the call with a sharp "Joseph!"

"Yes, my liege?" he replied.

"There are two members of the Resistance that escaped the capture of all the others. I need you to put out an immediate warrant for their arrest, on all channels. Television, radio, posters, everything. I want people to know we want these people in."

"What shall I say they've done?"

Doofenshmirtz considered Gregory's question. It had merit; if he merely said that they were enemies of the state, then people would probably shelter them and do anything necessary to keep them safe.

"Be creative," he eventually decided. "Say that they're guilty of the worst things that you can think; things that the general public would think are utterly horrifying, not bad things they've done to me. There are already plenty of those, and they'd probably have the wrong effect."

"Very good," Gregory said. "I'll get right on it."

Doofenshmirtz ended the call and laid back in his chair. He was about to go back to thinking about everything the Resistance had done to him over the years when Major Monogram burst in the door. He almost jumped in his chair with a yelp.

"We've found something, sir," Monogram said. "You need to see it."

"Is it more important than my musings?"

"It may well be the most important thing that's ever happened to us."

Doofenshmirtz considered this, scowling, for a moment.

"Very well," he said finally, "But if I'm unhappy with this, you'll go the way of that last Police Chief."

Monogram gulped loudly.

"Because I just had him executed, see? And I'm going to have you executed if-"

"I understand what you mean, sir."

The ride in his executive hover car took about an hour, even though everything else on the road pulled over to the side whenever they saw him. Doofenshmirtz could see pedestrians looking at him with fear.

He nodded to himself. Fear was good.

They pulled up to the Resistance bunker. Doofenshmirtz asked, "Is the gas dissipated yet?"

"The officer in charge of this operation assures me it is safe to breathe."

"Is he wearing a gas mask in there?"

Monogram looked a bit distraught at the question, and took a moment to answer.

"... Yes, he is, sir."

"Than have him executed and bring me his gas mask."

Twenty minutes later, Monogram returned from the bunker with a gas mask that had a neat bullet in the back with powder burns around it. Doofenshmirtz put it on without taking much notice of it.

Monogram led him deep into the bunker, past heaps of NormBots and a few Resistance corpses. Doofenshmirtz didn't take any notice of them, either. They finally stopped at the entrance to one room.

"Prepare yourself, sir," Monogram said before opening the door.

Doofenshmirtz walked in and looked around for a moment. The room was bare and utilitarian, the floor covered by tangles of cables, all leading too...

He looked towards the center of the room and gasped.

"Is that..."

Monogram nodded.

"Yes sir. It is. It seems to be burnt out and nonfunctional, but it's recently used, according to our sensors."

Doofenshmirtz walked up and put a hand on the sleek metal of the device.

"An Other Dimension-inator..." he whispered to himself. He suddenly seemed to come out of his trance, and whipped around to face Monogram.

"Order a full military mobilization," he said. Monogram began writing in his clipboard. "And have any scientists I haven't executed already start working on this."

His eyes suddenly seemed to be full of fire, and his expression became one of quiet, fierce anticipation.

"The Other Dimension will fall..."

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