I'm sorry that I'm so dreadfully late with this chapter. I don't really have a good reason, other than "I kept getting distracted," and I'm still none to happy with the chapter as it is (but that might just be me). Also, I'm sorry it's so short.

Isabella-2's POV

My bike skidded to a stop on the deserted country road, forcing everyone behind me to do the same.

"This should be the place," I said. "But all I see are a few fields, some trees, and that giant concrete wall."

There was a moment of silence as we noticed the hole in that reasoning.

"Right..." I responded to my own statement. "What do we have that can get through concrete?"

Baljeet pulled off his backpack and began sorting through it.

"Two kilograms of plastic explosive, a Cheese Ray, and a device that allows us to go through walls."

"Is that the one we built to get moms lucky guitar pick out of the wall a few years ago?" Phineas asked.

"The very same," Baljeet replied.

"Alright, let's use that."

Baljeet reached into his backpack and pulled out a smallish metal orb. Everyone else moved to put their hands on it, and after a few seconds, I realized that that's what I was supposed to do.

There was a weird sensation for a moment, like the atoms in my body were trying to vibrate away from each other. Then it faded and everyone took their hands off of the sphere. I walked over to the wall and cautiously tried to put a hand on it. To my surprise, it went straight through.

"That's cool," I said, and stuck my head through the wall to get a look around. A sign posted on the lawn said "OWCA Secret Headquarters (Pay no attention to this sign)."

A bit redundant, I thought to myself. I pulled my head back through the wall and called out to the others "It's over here!"

Perry's POV

Perry watched they security camera in horror as the kids seemed to walk right through the wall they'd erected. Major Monogram swore, while Carl frantically entered commands into the security computer.

"I knew that wall was a wasted effort," Monogram said. "We're going to have to break out the big guns. Carl, how many agents do we have in reserve?"

"Just about all of them," Carl said without looking up from his computer. "You recalled all the agents not on active missions."

"Alright... Send in Agent C and Agent Peter. Tell them that stealth is of the essence."

"Right away, sir." Carl finished typing something into his computer, then rolled his chair over to the one reserved for giving agents assignments. He typed quickly, and then moved back to the security computer.

"They're on their way, sir," he said. On a console behind them, a warning light came on, but no one in the room noticed it.

Isabella-2's POV

"You know, it really doesn't look like much," Buford commented, looking up at the OWCA building.

"Well, it's a secret government agency," I replied. "It's supposed to look unremarkable."

"If they're so secret, why do they have that sign saying this is their secret headquarters?"

"Well... It's no secret that governments are usually pretty incompetent. These guys are probably no different."

I looked up at the squat building. Buford was right; it looked like a place an oil company might use for corporate meetings.

But it wasn't an oil company building, and we had to get in there. I scanned it for an entrance, seeing a front door that was probably alarmed, and a bunch of windows that probably were too.

I turned to Baljeet and asked "Can you disable an alarm system?"

He appeared thoughtful.

"Maybe," he said. "I'd have to get a closer look to be sure."

There was a rustling noise in the bushes. Everyone jumped, and probably would have grabbed their weapons if they'd had any. I set a hand on my laser rifle.

Nothing happened for a moment. Slowly, the tension in the group lowered.

"Must have been the breeze," Buford said after a long silence. There was a pause before Ferb answered, "There's no wind."

I pointed my laser rifle at the bush. It quivered, and then a chicken and a panda bear jumped out from behind it.

Well, that was weird, but the animals didn't seem to be dangerous. I was lowering my laser rifle when the chicken grabbed me by my legs and slammed me against the ground. The world swam before my eyes, and I heard the sounds of a fight beginning between the animals and the other kids, but I couldn't see or take part in it.

After a few minutes, I felt my head begin to clear. I pulled my head up a bit, but I didn't feel well enough to stand up by myself yet.

Next to me, the chicken lay unconscious, apparently taken down by one of the others. Baljeet seemed to be having some sort of karate duel with the panda, while the others looked on in amazement.

I blinked several times. I'd known that our Baljeet was a martial arts master, but I'd always assumed he'd somehow got those skills after Doofenshmirtz came to power. I'd never thought his First Dimension self had them.

The two were moving so fast, I couldn't actually make out any of the actual action, just the occasional arm or leg. Eventually, Baljeet came out on top, with the panda laying prone beneath his foot. We broke into applause, at which he took a bow.

"Thank you, thank you," he said. "You are too kind."

When the applause died down, my First Dimension counterpart asked "What was that?"

I looked down at the panda and pushed it with my foot a little bit. It felt like real flesh and fur.

"Well, I think they're real animals," I said. "Not robots or something like that."

"So why did we get attacked by a couple of animals?" she replied. "And anthropomorphic ones at that."

"... Well, the records we recovered talked about "agents" of some kind. It didn't mention anything about them being animals, but I guess these might them."

"So what you're saying is we're attacking a facility defended by tons of cute little animals who seem to know karate?" Buford asked. I waited a moment, not really wanting to answer.

"Yeah," I said finally. "I guess we are."

Perry's POV

"They're on the move again, sir!" Carl shouted out, his fingers flying over the computer controls. "I've noticed!" Monogram called back. His gaze alternated between the security camera feeds and the user's manual for the security system. "Have you got the laser tripwires online yet?"

Perry listened to the conversation with only half an ear. His eyes were glued to the monitors. The defenses were designed to be nonlethal, but the OWCA contractors were a running joke among the organization. He knew there was a real chance the defenses might kill his owners.

He glanced at the building plans laying on the coffee table. If his owners could make it through the hallway they were in, there weren't any more defenses between there and the diamond cutter room.

Of course, them making it through that hallway was by no means certain. That stretch of hallway was one of the most heavily defended in the whole building. He'd always thought it would have been more reasonable to concentrate the defenses near the entrances, but there was no explaining the mind of the OWCA higher-ups.

Suddenly, he noticed a warning light flashing behind him. It was positioned in exactly the right position to go unnoticed by everyone in the room, which, considering it's importance, was a serious oversight. He ran over to Carl and tugged his shirt sleeve, pointing at the warning light.

Carl glanced over at the warning light Perry was pointing at.

"Sir!" he called out. "We have an Other-Dimension-inator signal."

"Can you identify the source?" Monogram said without looking up from the security footage.

Carl typed in a brief string of commands before answering. "No, sir," he said. "My guess is, it's the Resistance."

Monogram sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Alright, we'll have to deal with that later," he said. "Right now, we have to deal with these kids. I'm sure it can wait until then. If it was the Second Dimension Doofenshmirtz, then we'd be in real trouble."

Doofenshmirtz-2's POV

The Other Dimension-inator stood smoking in the middle of the room after it's latest test. Doofenshmirtz scowled at it, looking ready to shoot someone (all too literally, in his case).

"You have about thirty seconds to give me a good explanation," he said. Next to him, his Chief Scientist stood trembling. He had been the one in charge of repairing the Other Dimension-inator, and thus far, he had failed.

"I-I'm sorry sir," he said, his voice trembling along with his body. "But this device is just... Half of these components seem to be made from scratch, and even the ones we can identify, we can't pin down their capacitance, resistance, or anything concrete about them. And the rest of them, we can't even tell what they are."

Doofenshmirtz said nothing. His face betrayed that he was angry, but that was pretty much how he always looked. The scientist was new, and hadn't yet learned to recognize when Doofenshmirtz was truly angry. It looked like he probably wouldn't live long enough to gain that experience.

"How soon can you have it operational?"

The scientist looked back down at the burned-out Other Dimension-inator.

"I don't know. I'm not even sure if we can get it working."

"What if I got you the person who did, and got him to tell you how he did it?"

"In that case, it would take us... Maybe a week."

"Excellent," Doofenshmirtz said, placated. The scientist seemed oblivious to just how close he'd come to an early death. Of course, odds were he still would, just a bit later.

Doofenshmirtz let the scientist get back to what he was doing, and dialed Monogram on his cell phone.

"How much progress have we made on catching Baljeet and Adyson?" he asked.

"The long and the short of it is, not much, sir," Monogram said.

"What do you mean, 'not much?" The anger was back in Doofenshmirtz's voice, and back in full force.

"I mean, we can't find them. They have no known contacts outside of the Resistance, and no other Resistance hideouts that we know of. We simply have no idea where they might have gone."

Doofenshmirtz breathed heavily for a moment, then gave Monogram a brief "excuse me," pulled out a pistol and shot the scientist in the head.

He smiled and put the phone back to his ear. He felt much better now.

"Alright, what were you talking about?"

Monogram pretended not to notice the gunshot he'd just heard.

"Well, we simply have no idea where to start."

"Has anyone come forward with information?"

"Well, sir, I think the people know Baljeet and Adyson are conspiring against your regime, as opposed to being guilty of the various crimes you've accused them of."

"Hmm..." Doofenshmirtz appeared thoughtful. "Try offering a reward."

"How much, sir?"

"Start at five hundred thousand each, and bump it up periodically."

"Very good, sir."

"And get me a new Chief Scientist."

"Oh, that's what that gunshot was."

It kind of feels like nothing much happened in this chapter, but, again, I'm never really happy with anything I write.

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