Totally didn't realize I hadn't posted this! Sorry! -_-; Well, here it is. I don't own Teen Titans! Enjoy!
Ronald knocked on his master's door and waited. A muffled 'Enter' prompted him to open the door and step through, straightening his tie and licking his right eye. He had good news.
"Yes, what is it Ronald?" The Commander asked gruffly, pushing his chair away from his desk.
"The new pets you received, Sir. You asked me to give you an update on them every few days."
"Ah yes! I'd forgotten. Please," he waved his hand at the chair across from his desk and leaned back to listen. Ronald sat down, clearing his throat a bit.
"They seem to have become very close. As you guessed, without another person there they look to each other for companionship. We've prepared the food just as you specified, and it seems that has worked as well. We had some signs of a possible breakthrough yesterday while the girl was bathing."
The Master was delighted. "Wonderful! What kind did you use?"
"We used a mixture of pheromones from his most-used animals, Sir. That of a human, a wolf, a falcon, and a tiger seemed to get the best response."
"Excellent. Then we shall stop testing and use that mixture from now on. Have you been putting it in the bath water as well?"
Ronald nodded his head.
The Commander was positively beaming.
"One more thing, Sir. The Naga you wanted as well seems to be well under way. It didn't take long for the male to catch on. She should be due in about a month."
"Wonderful! I'm happy to hear it!" the Master turned to his employee and smiled. "Is there anything else you have to tell me?"
"No Sir," Ronald bowed and took a step back. "That's all I have to report for today."
"Very well. You may leave me then," He turned back to the window behind his desk and continued to watch his zoo, as he had been before Ronald had come in.
Deeper in the planet-sized ship in the inner-room of her chambers, Ms. Fantoccini continued to fiddle with the small yellow radio, as she had every spare moment for the past few days. She'd tried all sorts of passwords and still none had worked. It seemed the small green boy's mind was harder to crack than she had previously thought.
Tofu, Raven, Teen Titans, Beast Boy, Animal, she had tried all these and more, and still had not cracked the code. She yelled in frustration, as the small device shut down yet again, as the fifth try in a row proved unfruitful. What could that morphling have used as a password?
Pausing, she thought back over the data the Master had given her to catch her prey. What could he have used that wasn't obvious, but he wouldn't forget the moment he turned his device off?
Suddenly her eyes flicked open and she scuttled over to where she had thrown the communicator. Picking it up she impatiently waited for five minutes to go by for the device to unlock. When the screen booted up again she started typing on the small touch pad at the bottom half of the radio.
November 28. Wrong. Nov. 28. Wrong. 11/28. Bingo. Of course that was the answer. He was a sentimental boy, of course he had used the day his parents died, the day he gained his powers, the day he was given the ability to live the life he leads and meet the people he knows as the pass code to a key object in his life. She shook her head at her stupidity before, but at least she was in now.
The screen glowed up at her, casting weird shadows on the wall. Now, how to approach this problem?
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