And after a lot of totally unnecessary delay, here's Chapter 8! In all of it's glory!
And again, fillers, really mess a guy's schedule up. That and laziness. And more of Wizard101. And laziness. And poor planning ahead...
Meh.
Either case, here you guys go!
Oh, and two quick things to tell you guys:
1. Perry and his fellow OWCA agents, when alone, will be seen "Speaking", though it's really them making their natural noises that they can understand though some form of logic that we humans have yet to grasp. When doing so though, they'll be speaking in italics.
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EDIT: Due to a certain, episode that has come our, I only think it best to make some changes to this chapter.
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Carl soon started presenting the agents with new tools and gadgets for their upcoming mission. Since the S.A.F.'s weaponry had outclassed the gadgets of the O.W.C.A., Carl and the other interns had been working their butts off trying to upgrade the tools of the agents in order to prepare fighting them.
"All right everyone, here's some of the new tools you'll be using." Carl said to Perry's team.
He pulled off a cloth covering a trolley full of tools, one glance at them and Perry and his team knew that Carl had put a great deal of effort into making their new equipment.
"Major Monogram wanted me to re-standardize the equipment you would be using, total upgrades on the gadgets, and some cutting back on some of the other stuff." Carl said.
He first pulled out a gun-like weapon, which was because it looked exactly like a gun.
"Major Monogram said that he'd hold off the censor people when it came to aesthetics, so I went all out with these. These aren't ordinary guns though. They fire both lasers and special bullets. The bullets are highly explosive and their stored in special cartridges." Carl showed the agents the metal cartridge.
"It took a while to get these things working for both functions." Carl muttered as he then pulled out what seemed like a contact lenses.
"These may look like contact lenses to the ordinary laymen, but they're really designed for a multitude of purposes, mainly for heat sensing, x-ray vision, and night-vision."
Carl then pulled out a metal square that instantly folded into a laptop.
"This is a portable laptop….Not too much more to say here actually." Carl said as he bent down, handing out wrist communicators.
"I've made additional upgrades to your wrist communicators, fitting in some of the functions of previous devices, such as your grappling hooks and saw blades, and I've strengthened the laser beams. The holographic interface has been removed for the time being though, I was planning on merging the functions of your laptops into it, but I haven't been able to do that yet, so you'll be stuck with the laptops for now, though I think they'll still have their uses. It's trial and error." Carl explained as the agents tested out the functions on the wrist communicators.
"I've also made some minor upgrades to your jetpacks, I made them more fuel-efficient, but that's about it." Carl said as he handed out the jetpacks (Elena didn't need one due to being an eagle).
"Your fedoras still have their previous functions though, no need to change them." Carl noted
"And here's something a little personal for you guys, I figured that I might as well give you guys some of your own weapons." Carl's arms were filled with various objects.
"Here you go." Carl said.
The agents looked over their new personal items, Terry had some sort of high-tech shield, Elena had lightweight sharpened metal armor on her claws and wings, Carrie had been given a flamethrower, Randy had been granted an extendible spear in the form of a naginata (Carl had been watching anime when making the weapons), and Perry now had a platypus-themed machete.
"They might be close-range at first glance, but anime watching does give a person ideas on how to make them work like that." Carl said proudly.
The agents looked at their weapons with minor apprehension.
"Don't worry, you'll see what they can do when you enter battle. Good luck guys." Carl said.
The agents nodded.
"And now, for your new mode of transportation; a cool huge black fighter jet!" Carl said proudly as the roof opened up to reveal just what Carl said.
The agents nodded in approval.
"Oh, and if you have to stay overnight, I have my robot duplicates to use as cover-ups for you guys." Carl said.
The agents nodded a third time, this time with some slight relief.
Traveling over the Pacific, whether you are in a commercial aircraft or a fighter jet, is always relaxing, and a time to talk to others.
Or, if you are an animal, to make your various animal sounds as communication. After all, you can understand your colleagues.
Such as the case was with Perry and his team.
"Think we'll be able to beat 'em this time?" Randy asked
"Don't ask me, but personally, I knew something was up with that worm! Especially his attitude!" Carrie replied.
"Same here, but then again, we're both birds, it's natural for us." Elena commented.
"Can it with that talk, we should discuss strategy." Terry said
"What strategy? Randy asked, "From how Benedict and Serum overpowered us, it's basic survival against them!"
"Not necessarily." Perry spoke up for the first time.
"Why…Oh, no, don't tell me…" Elena began, but Terry finished it for her.
"There's probably other arthropods like Benedict and Serum." He said.
"Wait, snails and worms aren't arthropods though." Carrie pointed out, causing her fellow agents to nod.
"True, but according to the intel we've received so far, Benedict and Serum are part of something called 'S.A.F.' and we don't know what it stands for yet." Perry said.
"So we'll learn more in Japan?" Randy asked
"Probably" Perry replied.
An awkward silence fell over the O.W.C.A. agents.
"Think we'll come back after this? Our lives are in genuine danger here." Carrie asked out of the blue.
"That depends, we've been used to fighting harmless scientists for so long, the sense of danger in our mission's just, fell, I guess." Randy said solemnly.
"Yeah, we never really fell into peril unless our nemeses made some stupid error, like accidently unleashing an evil dictator or turning a British antique collector into the son of Satan." Elena commented.
"Why is that those occurrences had to do with me?" Perry asked.
"You do have the most moronic nemesis." Terry answered.
Perry paused for a moment. "Yeah". He said.
The rest of the trip was silent as the fighter jet headed off towards Tokyo.
Perry had been to Japan before, though during that occasion he hadn't been able to fully take in his surroundings, seeing as he was on an emergency mission to stop Heinz from framing Major Monogram for a fiendish prank on the 'Annual Good Guy Convention', and then having to 'save' Heinz's daughter Vanessa from some supposed 'kidnappers'. Perry later found out that it was his owners and friends going on a trip around the world.
But since he and his teammates would be spending more time in Tokyo, it was only natural that now they could fully take in their surroundings.
Unless the Japanese government quickly ushers you into the Prime Minister's office as soon as they receive the intel of your arrival and find you on their radar. Then in which case, the instant you land you're thrust into a limousine, then a high-speed bullet train, and then another limousine, all in the space of half an hour.
Perry and his teammates didn't exactly appreciate this, but Japan, its Japan for crying out loud!
"Forgive us for the rush my friends, but when the Major told me about your coming to our county, let's just say that the sooner you could be here, the better." The Prime Minister said to the agents in Japanese.
He looked at the agents for a moment.
"I would like to say outright that though I can't understand you, chances are that all of you can speak Japanese yes?" he asked.
Perry and his teammates nodded in understanding. Ever since Lawrence Fletcher had landed in Perry's lair by accident, all O.W.C.A. agents had had to take mandatory language classes and Japanese had been among the language subjects.
"I'll take the nodding of your heads that you indeed understand me. Good, now we can get to business." The Prime Minister said.
He handed copies of a file to the O.W.C.A. agents.
"A few days ago, a company known as Y. Inc., which mainly deals with experimenting with seemingly impossible ideas for technology, has managed to make a breakthrough with a strange robot/cell phone design. This seems to be some sort of interactive robot 'pal' that functions as an A.I. companion and mobile device. Such a device would revolutionize the communications industry and they've selected 90 people to try a trial run of the device to determine its marketing potential and get rid of the bugs." The Prime Minister explained.
The agents looked at each other, then turned their eyes to Perry, since his owners were constantly experimenting with impossible ideas.
"However, we have intelligence that this organization may be related to the Yakuza, which is essentially our version of the mafia, they even have membership tattoos! But in either case, we have suspicions about all of this, as even that link lead us to some sort of payment called 'S.A.F.', and according to your Major Monogram, you apparently dealt with something called 'S.A.F.', and I doubt it's a coincidence that we just happened to discover something so similar to what you encountered."
Perry and his teammates nodded.
"Due to your statuses as animals, it will be impossible for you to enter Y. Inc. undercover. No offense, but our criminals are more intelligent that your various nemeses from 'LOVEMUFFIN'." The Prime Minister said.
The agents all sheepishly grinned and whistled in embarrassment.
"However, we have found out that you have some minor links to some of the recipients of the test robots. Due to the friendship of one of the platypuses' owners to one Stacy Hirano, it would appear that all of these girls have received such a robot pal, thus making them a better lead than most." The Prime Minister said.
Whilst Perry hid his facial expression from his colleagues, in reality he was shocked. Last year, a freak accident involving a 'Bugs Me-inator', had resulted in Stacy discovering Perry's identity. Due to a technicality, Perry would not have to be relocated and Stacy not have her memory erased, and thus, she knew Perry's identity in secret. The fact that what appeared to be Stacy's cousins were being affected by this mission had already raised the bar and complicated matters in one fell swoop.
The agents looked at each other individually, then focused eyes on Perry, as if to say 'Why must you be owned by Danville's most eccentric inventors?'
Perry shrugged sheepishly, and he wiped his head in worry. What would happen if Stacy found out that criminals were using her cousins as guinea pigs and he would have to deal with it? To put it simply, it would be very, very, messy.
"Either way, I doubt there will be anymore need for a briefing, merely tag along behind these girls and see if anything suspicious pops up. I have my own agents undercover, and after a little while, perhaps we will be able to see just what the entire matter is." The Prime Minister said.
The agents looked at each other once more, and quickly left the building.
But unknown to any of them, not even the Prime Minister, a man in a hotel many thousands of miles away had been listening to the scene with interest.
"Hmm, perhaps you will be able to lure the S.A.F. out after all. All according to plan." A silver-haired man sitting on a couch commented.
"Take-out's here!" a female voice announced.
"And that totally killed the moment." The silver-haired man muttered to himself.
Perry and co. are in Tokyo, and are about to go undercover! But what horrors do the S.A.F. have up their sleeves, what horrible, indescribable things will happen if Stacy catches word of all of this, and what on earth is the Silver-HairedGuyWhoIsOnly35YearsOld got up his sleeve?
Find out soon in Chapter 9!
And seriously, check out the fanon wikia!
-AuthorD