"I accidentally let the chapter escape while making a pillow fort. Had to recapture it. Gizmo was not happy, but Billy and See-More thought it was funny (they were too busy laughing to notice Gizmo's curses). My demands were met, so here is the hostage. Sinisterly yours, Kyd Wykkyd"

*author finishes reading letter, and then grabs stack of papers with chapter on them and begins typing furiously*

A/N: Yeah, I meant to have this up a little earlier, but SAT and Relatives over on the same weekend sorta ate up a bunch of time.

But yeah, we are back with Wykkyd Shadows, where we get further into the heist!

Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans, yadda yadda yadda.

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"Whad'dya mean already inside? When'd dat happen?" Mammoth asked, scratching his head. The powerhouse, Billy, and See-More looked at Gizmo with confusion. Gizmo regarded them with exasperation, as if it wasn't clear. Kyd on the other hand, seemed bored, idly playing games with his fingers on the tables and some of the discarded miniatures while waiting for his turn in the plan.

"Argh," Gizmo groaned, face-palming. "Once Billy's cleared the guards, I'll be popping the grate on the left back wall above the second floor and making my way into the ventilation shafts. Then I'll be on my way through the air ducts and accessing the main control lines. Hack in, cut the lights and access the mainframe so I can make sure we don't get caught on the security cameras."

"Wait, won't there be someone watching the cameras on the inside?" See-More wondered.

"Yeah, but they won't notice a thing." Gizmo grinned.


"Stupid crummy ventilation shafts..." Gizmo grumbled to himself as he crawled on all fours, barely able to move about. He was pulling himself through the ducts on his elbows and knees, it was that much of a tight squeeze. He hated being called small or tiny - it hurt his pride. Sure, he had a bigger IQ than most people that were bigger than him, but it still hurt when they made him appear childish.

And now, he was just a bit too big. Oh, the irony.


It had been easy getting in. As soon as Billy had given the 'all clear', Gizmo had hovered down from above, a large helicopter rotary protruding from his backpack harness, bringing him down to eye level with the grate. Then the auto-tool-gun in Gizmo's tiny little hands took care of the massive bolts and screws that held the grate in place. As the grate fell freely, a robotic limb suddenly shot out to deftly catch the grate before it made a sound as it dropped. Gizmo merely crawled into the grate, grunting slightly as he squeezed through. As the helicopter blade pulled itself back into his harness, Gizmo continued to crawl further into the ventilation shaft, the robotic limb pulling the grate back into place behind him.

Gizmo grunted as he continued through the ventilation shafts, his goggles displaying the ventilation networks for the building in the corner of his vision as it also allowed him to see in the darkness of the shafts. He pulled himself through the shafts until he came to a vertical shaft that went down to the next level. It was steep, and to Gizmo's surprise, there was a massive spinning fan at the bottom. Gizmo checked the network route again, and realized that this was the only way down to get close to it, and he had forgotten to take the fan into account.


"Crud," he swore as he realized his mistake. He had to get down there, but the walls of the shaft were slick, and there would be no way of stopping the fan without it being noticed. Beneath him, the fan continue to whirr and spin with an audible slice of the fan blades, as if taunting the gadgeteer for his error. But Gizmo wasn't a young genius for nothing. Screwing his courage to the sticking place, Gizmo crawled halfway into the vertical ventilation shaft, before twisting himself so he lay on his back, front half mere feet above the spinning blades of death. Reaching into his belt, he pulled out a small device, and slammed it onto the top of the vertical shaft. Then pressing a button on the device, Gizmo pulled at another part of the device, which came off with a whining line of nylon wire connected to the device. Latching the wire to the chest of his harness, Gizmo leaned backwards, and slid his legs out of the shaft into the vertical drop, carefully making sure the line would hold his weight. The line did not snap as it went taught, and Gizmo now hung upside down in the vertical shaft, eyes pointing downwards as he stared at the whirling fan.

Swallowing deeply as he brushed away the gathering sweat on his brow, Gizmo pressed a button on his harness, and the line begin to unwind. Gizmo descended, ever so slowly to him, as his face neared and neared the fan blades. One slight miscalculation, and he was dead. The gadgeteer was not unused to the threat of death, but the tension and desire for the prize of the heist allowed the pressure to start to get to him.

Calamity struck when the line of nylon wire suddenly stopped, halfway down the ventilation shaft. Gizmo blinked, then stared up at the device he had stuck to the top of the shaft. The line had apparently gotten stuck as he descended. Swearing a thousand times in his juvenile manner in his mind, Gizmo tugged on the wire, hoping to jar it loose and continue to release wire, whispering, "Come on...come on...!" But in his irritation and rush, Gizmo accidentally forgot to keep the release controlled, and the device let the entire wire run free. Gizmo fell head first towards the sharp spinning fan blades as the wire fell loose. Gizmo prayed for mercy and salvation, hoping he wouldn't go to hell when he died in the next few seconds as the sound of the fan grew louder and louder, the slice of the blades becoming ever closer...


Gizmo blinked. He was alive? He looked down, and immediately regretted it. His head was a mere inch from the fan's whirling blades, and the line was taught. Gizmo thanked his lucky stars as he pulled himself up on the wire, so his head was actually up, before activating a command on his harness to send four robotic limbs out and grip the four edges of the fan. Once the limbs were secure, Gizmo unlatched the wire from his harness, and his weight then rested on the four robotic limbs. Breathing a sigh of relief, Gizmo guided the limbs to put him into the ventilation shaft he wished to go through, and crawled in as the limbs rescinded into the harness.

Now on all fours once more, Gizmo crawled through the ducts, and found the section of the shafts that ran alongside the main lines of the building. Smiling evilly to himself, Gizmo activated a blow torch on his harness that cut a neat rectangle in the shaft wall, and with a simple tap of the finger, Gizmo could see the various wires and hard lines that were stapled to the infrastructure of the building. Pulling out a few odd tools and tidbits from his harness, Gizmo located the main lines for the computer network and surveillance network, and plugged his harness into the system. A couple robotic limbs then extended from his harness to provide him with a monitor and keyboard, and the gadgeteer was off to work, accessing the library systems, cutting through the supposedly impervious firewalls, and taking control of the library's lesser systems. Once he had access, he punched in a code that would send a feedback loop of the last ten minutes to the guards in the surveillance room, then remotely killed the lights for the entire building, except the surveillance room.

All throughout the library (save that one tiny room with all the camera monitors which two sleepy guards stared at in boredom), the lights fizzed out of existence, and the library was drenched in darkness.

"Nighty night." Gizmo whispered into his communicator, a sinister grin as his eyes gleamed in the light of the monitor upon which his programs did their work.


In the library, Raven had already been curious when she thought she heard sounds from about here. Floating through the library, she wondered what was going on. Nothing prepared her for the surprise of the few lights still on in the library suddenly going out at the same time. Now cloaked in the darkness that surrounded her, Raven floundered about, worry starting to creep into her thoughts as she tried to find a light switch, exclaiming aloud, despite herself, "Hey, what's going on? Who turned out the lights?"


In another part of the library, the sudden loss of light and shut down of the security cameras went unnoticed by the two guards from the Jump City task force who were struggling to keep themselves awake as they stared at the various screens and monitors, seeing what the cameras saw. They didn't even notice the slight twitch of the monitors as the video was played into a loop, too busy propping themselves up to keep their eyes open, wondering when the next shift would arrive and relieve them so they could get some sleep.


"By the time the lights are out and the cameras taken care of, See-More should have found the vault entrance." Gizmo detailed to the others as one of his robotic limbs placed a miniature of a tiny gnome like creature with a slight beard and large flash goggles, carrying a sizable hammer with a spike opposite the head, upon the schematic where Gizmo would be in the ventilation ducts to hack into the computer systems.

See-More frowned. "Wait," he interrupted, "What if someone radios for help?"

Billy rolled his eyes at that. "Even ah 'no dat wun. Take car' uv 'em!"


Back on the road leading up to the library, a Task Force guard groaned. Blinking the haze that seemed to cover his eyes, he peered through the cracked visor of his helmet. There were the sparks and glow of embers, as if the place had a fire recently, and there was torn metal all about. Groaning, the guard tried to sit up, but found himself pinned under a large portion of the truck's side wall. Swearing to himself, the guard wriggled to get the radio from his belt, and clicked on a frequency, mumbling a bit too loudly, "Ambushed... Relief Taken Out... Full Aler- Argggggh!"

The officer of the city was interrupted as a large foot was placed on the metal that pinned him to the ground, forcing more pressure on the officer. The officer released the radio as the pain shot through his entire body, pressing a dying scream from his throat as his lungs began to lose air from being squeezed so. A large meaty hand grabbed the dropped radio, and with little effort, smashed the device to bits with a crunch of the fingers before the officer's eyes. The officer struggled to twist despite the pain to get a glimpse of his antagonizer, and stared in abject fear of the glowing white eyes and primal growl that emanated from the maw beneath, surrounded by a large mane of wild hair.

The officer barely heard the growled words, "Say Uncle!" before a massive fist pounded into his aching head, slamming his helmeted head deeper into the asphalt of the road, sinking him into deep unconsciousness..


"But yeah, Billy is right. That's why if those snot wads in the security room get any bright ideas...well, Kyd knows what to do, right Kyd?" Gizmo said sinisterly, turning his attention towards the quietest member of the HIVE FIVE. He didn't find him in his seat, which was empty. Raising an eyebrow, Gizmo snarled, "Damnit, Kyd, where are you, ya chowderhead!"

Mammoth looked to his left, and noticed Kyd not in his seat, but under it, playing with the spare miniatures, not paying much attention to the proceedings too clearly. He clashed some of the figurines together, messing around with them as he played with little mind to the fact that he had finally come to be a part of the plan. Mammoth picked him up by the scruff of his cowl, and Kyd was hoisted back to the table, miniatures still in hand. BIlly scoffed at the sight of Kyd a bit embarrassed to have been caught not paying attention.

"Whut, ya playin' with dolls now?" Billy sneered at Kyd. Kyd's eyes merely narrowed, and suddenly, Kyd was gone. Billy blinked, wondering where Kyd had disappeared off to when he felt the air cut off from his body as something was jabbed and pressed into his neck. Choking for air, Billy turned his eyes to see Kyd crouching over him, one hand curled under Billy's neck as his thumb effectively pressed his windpipe closed. BIlly's face slowly began to turn purple as he struggled to wrap his hands on Kyd Wykkyd, but could never seem to find purchase on the dark villain. Kyd Wykkyd merely gleamed a terrifyingly mischievous smile, face now side by side with Billy's. See-More slammed his fist on the table as Billy was about to pass out, shouting, "Enough!"

And in an instant, the shadows swirled behind Billy, and Kyd was back in his seat, smiling his devilish grin as if nothing had happened. Billy gasped for air, staring daggers at Kyd Wykkyd for almost knocking him out, an animosity that Kyd ignored as he turned to Gizmo, wondering what he had been needed for, eyebrow raised, an effect his cowl contorted to rather well.

Gizmo merely laughed a little, and said sinisterly, "Yes, exactly like that. If the guards watching the cameras do anything they ain't supposed to, take care of them."

Kyd Wykkyd grinned.


The guards in the security room were very bored, wondering what in the world they were guarding a library for. All they really knew was that it was supposedly a high security job, and was kept rather hush hush. But theirs wasn't to question why, so they just did their job, staring at security cameras.

Then suddenly, something called over the radio placed on the panel between the two. "Ambushed... Relief Taken Out... Full Aler- Argggggh!" Then the line went dead and static sounded throughout the room. The guards suddenly shot to attention.

One of them grabbed the radio, and tried calling back, but all he received was more static. The other swore, and scanned the monitors, finding nothing out of the ordinary. The one with the radio grabbed the two rifles propped against the wall and tossing one of them to his partner. Readying his rifle, the other opened the door, and walked out of the tiny security room, looking around for the Titan who was supposed to be there. His partner soon joined him, flicking the light switch to no avail. He instead tried peering out the window, and found a leg sticking out of the field of view, lying on the ground. It was a leg wearing an armored boot, the very same kind of boot the guard and his partner wore. The guard's eyes went wide, and he turned to warn his friend when the two felt a tap on their shoulders.

The two turned in unison to look over their shoulders and see these horrifying, glowing scarlet eyes peering through the darkness of the library. Then came the glint of sharp teeth pulled in a wicked smile as something grabbed their heads and smashed their skulls together. Both Jump City Task Force members crumbled like tissue paper as their skulls were bashed together, and went out like a light.

Kyd Wykkyd stood over the unconscious guards, smiling mischievously as he grabbed their legs, and with a strength beyond that his seemingly thin frame would suggest, dragged the two back into the security room. He propped the two guards back into their chairs, and turned to leave, before going back and taking out a black marker. In a matter of seconds, the two unconscious guards had new moustaches and goatees, and various other doodles over their faces in permanent marker. Kyd Wykkyd smirked as he looked over his work, before turning for the door, bolting it from the inside, then pressing his cloak to the door and stepping through the darkness of the portal created.

He then looked about, red eyes cutting through the darkness of the library, and smiled.


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