-2 months later-

"Duck!" eleven year-old Tim yelled out.

Trixie immediately heeded the warning and dropped to the ground. She heard the whizzing sound of two deadly buzz saws pass over her head. She rolled to the side and was next to Timmy in a flash, "Thanks, Tim!" She leveled a gun to one of the Dark Soldiers and fired. The laser ripped a hole in the man's chest.

"Hurck!" His black mask was slowly drenched in blood and he fell over. The battle was over.

Tim looked around at the bodies on the ground. He and Trixie had been sent out by Shade, the enigmatic leader of Shade's Resistance, to sabotage a new energy column that would've provided power for a city scan. If the scan had been completed, Victoria would have discovered the Resistance base in Vicksdale. The freedom fighters would've had only minutes to evacuate before Dark Soldiers and Ninjas would've been breaking down doors. In fact, the Resistance in Vicksdale was such a thorn in Victoria's side that she might have watched the raid personally.

Many argued that the scan should've been allowed. If Victoria did come to watch the running out of the Resistance's base, a well aimed sniper-shot would've taken her out for good. However, even more voted against that plan of attack due to the fact that the likelihood of Victoria personally overseeing a raid was very small.

Trixie and Tim climbed from the control centre they were located in to the roof of the column. As promised, A.J.'s stealth chopper was waiting for them. As soon as the two saboteurs were onboard, the pilot took the stealthy vehicle to the skies.


"Good job, Tim!" Chester high-fived his friend then turned back to his job. Chester was the Chief Mechanic in the Vicksdale Resistance branch. It was his job to make certain everything mechanical was running smoothly.

"What are you working on, Chester?" Trixie asked. "I've never seen anything like it."

"It's a battle-armor suit employed by the Dark Soldiers over seas in EurAsia. They're made in the German Sector."

"So how'd you acquire one?" Tim asked.

Chester slyly smiled. "I have a friend overseas…" He replied mysteriously.

Trixie gave the blond a skeptical look. "Chloe?" she asked.

"Aww, how did you know?" he pouted as he slid back under the foot of the large mech.

"We know because you still haven't gotten over the fact that she's moved away. You got to let her go."

"Tim. Trixie," A. J.'s wheelchair appeared from another room. "You're wanted in the Briefing Room."

Tim and Trixie entered the large, rectangular room with A. J. tailing behind them.

"Uh, A. J…" Tim asked as he strained to make out is friend in the dark room. "What's going on?"

Suddenly a blue light filled the room. This light originated from one of the walls which turned out to be a telescreen. On the screen was a dark figure. His head was covered by a ski mask with only two lenses over his eyes to permit vision. . Other than those lenses, he was completely void of facial features.

"Timothy. Kristen." His voice boomed through the room.

It finally occurred who was speaking and both teens fell to their knees in amazement. The one speaking was none other than Shade himself.

The booming voice returned. "I wish to speak to them alone."

A. J. nodded and wheeled out of the room.

"I have watched both of you closely. I also know your secret, Timothy."

Trixie looked at her friend in the corner of her eye. Secret? Instantly ideas and fears clouded her brain. Has he been working for Victoria the whole time? Her thoughts were interrupted when Shade spoke.

"They will not believe if you tell them." He said.

Trixie realized that Tim had asked Shade a question, but she was so immersed in her thoughts at the time, she didn't catch it.

"I am sending you on a mission to retrieve a chair that is able to project what the mind has stored. The information in your head should be able to help us progress with taking Vicky down for good!" Shade said.

Tim and Trixie glanced at each other. No one ever called the self-proclaimed dictator 'Vicky.'

Tim looked back at the screen and nodded. "Right. Where is it?" He asked firmly as if speaking to an equal.

"The chair is located at a Ninja training facility. You, Kristen, and the benefactor of the mission must use utmost stealth to get in and out without being seen."

"Wait. Hold up. The benefactor is coming with us? As in the guy who paid for this mission?"

Shade nodded. "Despite what you think, he is quite young and I assure you he will be of use to you." The screen fizzled out and Shade's formidable image disappeared, taking the blue light with it.

Tim and Trixie were once again plunged into darkness for a few seconds. "You alright?" Tim asked her.

Trixie sighed. "Yeah, why?"

"You didn't say a word during that meeting."

"This is my first time meeting with Shade, and also your first time, too. And he mentioned a secret?" She peered through the darkness trying to see his face, but failing. "What was that about?"

This time Tim sighed. "You remember how two months ago I didn't remember anything?" he asked her slowly.

"Yeah."

"Well, I've tried to tell you, I may remember what 'I've' done, but that wasn't me, per say."

Trixie scrunched up her nose. "What the heck's that supposed to mean?"

Light entered the room, this time from an opening door where A. J. was waiting for them.

"If the chair does what Shade said it should, you'll see." Tim and Trixie exited the room hand in hand.

"Wow, a couple minutes in the briefing room and you two have hooked up?" Michael laughed from his desk. "I should ask Kaytlin to come with me the next time I get to be briefed about a mission!"

Tim and Trixie released each other and blushed. "Is there a reason you're here?" Trixie asked the laughing boy.

"Ha ha, yeah. There's some snotty rich-looking kid outside saying he wants to speak with you two. Claims to be Shade's benefactor. Whatever that means." Michael turned back to the rock on his desk and continued to clean the dirt from what could be a priceless gem.

Trixie looked through the window and saw a teen about fifteen standing, apparently inspecting the weapons housed in that room. He turned to the window and her heart skipped a beat. My goodness! He's hot!

"Let's go." Tim dragged Trixie through the door. "Hello, uh."

The teen stuck his hand out and brushed his hair back with his other hand. "Remington. Remigton Buxaplenty." He said. "But you can call me Remy."

"Remington…" Tim shook Remy's hand as he said the name. "Sounds fancy."

"No seriously, call me Remy." The blond pleaded seriously. He was wearing a white tuxedo. "And you are?"

"I'm Kristen Tang, but you can call me hottie, er, I mean Trixie!" She blushed as he shook her hand.

"Sure, Hottie." He smiled. Then he turned back to Tim. "Your name? Shade told me to come here but didn't mention your names."

"Timothy Turner."

"Timothy Turner? As in 'Timothy Xerxes Turner?"
"Uh, yeah? Why?"

The fifteen-year-olds mouth dropped in disbelief. "You're like a legend in Shade's Resistance! 'The 11 year old boy wonder!' is what they call you where I'm from."

"Where are you from?" Trixie asked him.

"EurAsia, Sector 4." He replied. Then he looked Tim up and down. "You are much shorted than I imagined."

Tim blushed. "Yeah, I get that a lot," He replied quietly. "Look can we just go?"


Tim, Trixie, and Remy were high above Vicksdale in Remy's private jet. The Buxaplenty family paid Victoria huge sums of money each moth to remain 'off the radar.' As long as they didn't openly side with Shade's Resistance or any other clandestine operation, Victoria would let them live in peace. Thus, when Remy flew his jet over the training facility, the V-Drones thought nothing of it.

According to the plan Remy had been given, Tim and Trixie were to parachute from the plane to the drop-zone. The D-Z was located just above security devices and fields and just below the storage area the chair was being held.

Remy would, after dropping them off, continue flying till he reached the designated landing-zone, a deserted bunker.

"Ready?" The rich teen asked his passengers.

Tim nodded as he placed his goggles on his face. He and Trixe grabbed hands then on the count of three, jumped.

Remy watched their rapid descent. It was night time which meant the stealth suits supplied would work their best due to the fact there was less light to bend, but the searchlights would always be on and sweeping the grounds. Remy prayed they would remember to open their chutes after the tall guard towers.

They did and Remy breathed a sigh of relief. "I sure with I could join them," He spoke to himself, "But my parents just can't accept the fact that I'm part of the Resistance. It's already dangerous enough for me to supply them." He took his private jet around and landed at the designated sight.


"Pilot R, this is Retriever 002, do you copy?" Tim whispered into the hands-free walkie-talkie.

Remy's voice came through crystal clear in both his and Trixie's earbuds. "This is Pilot R replying to Retriever 002, I copy loud and clear. Over and out."

"Sweet." Trixie turned to Tim. "Let's get moving. The sooner we get the chair, the sooner I discover your secrets!" She gave him a mischievous smile.

Tim smiled back. "It'll be good to prove that I'm two people and not just crazy."

"You'll still be crazy to me." Trixie replied as the two stopped at a duct.

Tim chuckled. "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or not." He removed an acetylene torch and melted the top edges of the duct's vent.

"My turn." Trixie spit in the palms of her gloves then, firmly placing both hands on the edge of the now-broken vent, ripped the vent from the wall.

"Next time the lid to the pickle jar is stuck, I'll call you…" Tim crawled into small opening and led Trixie down the right path to the only vent not security stopped. He pointed through grill. "There it is. The chair…" In the center of the room was a small chair that looked like a small stool with a hair drying attachment. Tim pointed to the corner. "Two guards over there. Who knows, there may be more in the room we can't see."

"Not now," Trixie unveiled a small flying camera. "Go, lil' buddy." She threw it between the grill and used her wrist communicator to pilot the small craft. "There's three more. That's a total of five. The two we saw in the corner. There are two directly beneath us. And there is one in a turret on the ceiling. No doubt it's a gattling gun. I can take it out with this guy's self-destruct mode."

Tim couldn't help but grin. "Going all James Bond on me, are you?" He asked jokingly.

"Who?" Trixie flashed him a confused look.

"Oh, right." Stupid alternate memories. He thought. "Let's go. Take the gunner out first. The two below us can be killed by just falling on them. I'll take out the other two then while you get the chair."

"Roger." She put a hand to her ear to relay the plan to Remy as Tim readied his pulse gun.

He had to readjust the nozzle again. The heat and pressure of firing a pulse gun would often off-set the nozzle after every clip, making reloading a pain for most soldiers.

"Ready?" he asked.

Trxie primed her pistol. Trixie preferred old-fashioned projectiles to the modern-tech energy-based guns. This was due to the fact that projectiles ripped through almost any type of armor including energy shields. There was an explosion and the two watched as the tower that housed the gunner toppled in a fiery heap of twisted metal. "Ready."

Tim kicked the vent down and the two eleven-year-olds fell twenty feet and landed on the two Security Soldiers below them. Tim braced for impact and heard a crack, but he felt nothing. Gee, that didn't hurt at all! He thought. Then he looked down to see that the Security Soldier he landed on had a broken neck. "Dodge!" he hissed.

Seconds after the two infiltrators jumped to the side, two laser beams hissed to the spot they had been standing. "Stealth packaging activated." The AI in Tim's suit told him. Finally! "Trixie, go!" He told his partner through the radio. He held his pulse gun up to his eye and pulled the trigger. Dead shot. The pulse guns may have some major setbacks, but its totally worth it to see the pulse energy bore a hole though your target. He sighed affectionately at his gun then made his move to kill the next soldier.


Remy sighed as he listened through the radio to the exciting fight that he was missing. "Stupid parents." He holstered and un-holstered his Silver-Bullet hold-out pistol. He was a great shot and he…Aw forget it Remy… Then he saw in the corner of his eye a kid no older than himself staggering to his plane. Remy looked around and seeing no one, exited the cockpit. "Hey, hey kid? You okay?" he asked.

The kid looked at Remy, his eyes showed sadness and pain.

Getting closer, Remy realized he was carrying a box. "Don't worry, I got'cha." Remy helped the kid to the jet. "What's your name?" he asked.

The boy coughed. "My name is Dark Soldier 030."

Remy sighed. "No, not your designation. Your name. Like my name Remy. Yours?"

"Dark Soldier 030." The boy replied in automated fashion.

Remy fought back tears. This kid was born with a name and Victoria's program had stolen it from him. "C'mon, kid. Name, name, name!" He yelled into the kid's ear.

The boy strained. "Ga-Gary…" Then he collapsed on the floor of the jet and his box fell from his hands to the ground.

Remy felt for a pulse and nodded when he found the beat of life. "Good job, kid."


The chair was in Trixie's hands and she and Tim were running from the base. All the way Tim had been trying to contact their ride, but Remy was not answering. Fearing the worst, the two thieves were now bolting for the L-Z. They finally arrived to see Remy helping and unconscious boy into a chair.

"Great timing for you to be AFK, man!" Trixie yelled as she stashed her item in the back of the jet.

"Sorry, but this kid needed help!" Remy defended himself as he climbed into the pilot's chair and the plane took off.

Tim looked at the kid slumped in the chair behind him and gasped. "Jeez!"

"What?" Trixie looked at the kid. "You know him?" she asked. "He's from the Academy. Maybe when we were younger…"

"Er, nothing." Tim waved her off the subject. That was Gary! But what's he doing in this future? He was dreamt up by me…Then brought to life by Cosmo and Wanda! Of course, in this world, he's my brother! He slid back in his chair to be jolted up as the jet sharply turned to the side.

"Hey!" Trixie asked. "What gives?"

"I'm sorry, but there's a Resistance air fight! Damn!" Tim strapped in the copilot's chair and Trixie ran to the rear gun turret for insurance. The V-Drones were not supposed to fire at the Buxaplenty's, their aim was never quite stellar.

Tim saw Remy jerk the yolk of the plane to the right then flicked a switch. Panels moved and shifted to reveal newer panels. "What's this?" he asked.

"A hot attack system." Remy replied grimly.

"'Hot?'" Tim asked.

"Illegal, stolen, contraband. I installed it a couple summers ago. Now, when I say to, hit the button that says 'ST.'"

"ST. Got it." Tim's finger wavered over the said button in sweaty anticipation.

"NOW!"

Tim punched the button like his life depended on it. At his life probably did. Instantly, the cockpit was closed off by a blast shield and everything went dark and silent.

"Stealth mode activated." The jet's computer informed all occupants.

"This is no private jet!" Tim screamed. "It's an illegal Attack Force 9!"

"Uh, duh." Remy replied.

"This is illegal!"

Remy chuckled, "He he, yah…and being apart of Shade's Resistance isn't?"

"Riight." Tim settled back in the copilot's chair.

"Now that they have no clue that this is a Buxaplenty, we can help out the Resistance!"
"Ion signature?" Tim asked.

Remy shut his head. "Cut off. I give out a fake Ion Sig. every day I fly my baby. I stole the Ion Sig. from my other jet that I don't use often. Now quiet down, strap in, and grab a joystick. This is gonna get good!"