Zim absolutely had no clue where to find him. His race was a complete mystery to them. No true known planet. Hell, they even changed the name of their own species simply because they are intergalactic elitist snob cock suckers. Enraged, he actually roared at the Computer when it announced itself.

"The big headed one is requesting to speak to you."

Turning to the screen, he simply nodded, and said before blinking away. "You are not to call him that anymore out of respect of, Gaz. Thank you."

Blinking into Dib's room if he was more mellow he would of been amused by the way he was surprised by his sudden appearance, but he simply glared at the wall.

Grabbing his chest, he was about to remark on that when he noticed how pissed he was. "Uh Zim? What is going on? You know you can't be in that mood when you speak to the President and the rest again informing them of your planets decision of alliance."

Looking at him, he narrowed his eyes at him and growled out between clenched teeth. "I know that, Dib, and I will be cordial there but there is a matter that came up rather suddenly that is very important."

"What is that?"

"Gaz has been kidnapped."

Panicking, he grabbed Zim by his arms. "WHAT?! WHEN?! By who?"

Excusing the roughness by which he was grabbing him Zim explained everything he knew about, Pressner along with a surprise discovery that he can also produce flames like his sister. "It happened on Irk in my private quarters."

"There must be a signature of some kind there then. There has to be." Dib remarked in hopes as he placed his trench coat on. "Zim I gotta get my sister back."

"I gotta get her back as well and even though we both know she can handle herself, I still want to kill him myself." Reaching into his pak, he produced another remote and handed it to him after he locked in a couple of coordinates. "This will get you there and back. I warn you not to wander outside of those quarters. If there is any sign of trouble, please come back here on the double."

"What is this?"

"It is a pocket worm hole generator that I created." He replied in a tired matter. "As soon as I'm done with the politics here, I will head back to Irk to join you. Where is Tak?"

"Last I know she is downstairs with my dad. They have been talking non-stop." Dib said. "Hey you know my sister will be back. I think out of any of us she will survive anything."

Smiling at that, Zim had to agree with that. "There is something I forgot to mention to you. In order to trick the traitor and some others I had to clone your mother."

"What?!"

"You know you say 'what' a lot. Anyhow, you might run into her. Gaz can't believe how she became like the real deal. Of course your dad had some of her DNA stored downstairs in his lab."

Arms slack, the thought of his mom reborn was crazy to him, but not that crazy. "Can't say this to dad yet." Seeing Zim shake his head, Dib righted himself to prepare to hit the button. "I'll see you later then, Zim, I better get to work." Grabbing one device he most needed, he blinked out of there.

Needing to keep up an act, he went to retrieve Tak, then after he spoke to the leaders here, he will assign Skoodge and the rest to help educate the humans. As for Tak, he will need her at his side for the final phase.

Gaz opened up her eye a slit to have a glance around and first noticed the flame cage she was in. Touching the flame with her fingertip she felt a sharp pinch along with something else she honestly hated feeling so she recoiled back in distain. Angry, she opened up her eyes fully to look over to see him eyeing her across the way sitting casually with a drink in hand.

"You didn't enjoy that feeling? I added it especially for you." He spoke as he swirled his drink in his hand.

"Why are you imitating some bad alcohol commercial?" She snapped at him. "And who are you really?"

"We go by many names..."

"Boring? Snobbish? Idiots? Small Packaged? Tell me when I get warmer."

Smiling at her cute attempt of sarcasm, he went on. "As I said, we go by many names, but we truly don't have a home. No planet. Mostly a void."

"A void? I knew you were empty headed."

"You liked me before. You liked having your fun with me. Oh I know you really liked him, but I had fun with you."

"Bret?"

"My name is really, Pressner. I'm older then your dear Zim. Pity I never got as far as him. I mean you aren't sophisticated, but I have no care there. I imagined having so much fun with you." With a wave of his hand her confines became smaller. "Right now you are to be used to bring him down and blah blah blah. Oh man I'm so bored with all this drama."

"Then end it. End it or I can end it for you." Gaz promised as she cracked her fist.

Leaning forward he hungrily stared at her. "You know how to do it, my Gaz. Stop it. Use that power of yours and stop it."

Summoning up her flame she touched her confines and the other feeling she felt before went through every fiber of her body making her breathing more heavy as her pulse raced. Noises she only associated with Zim, were coming from her, as she quickly ended her power making her fall onto the ground making her catch her breath. As she started to calm she turned her head to see him with one hand on his chin.

"I do love killing, my dear girl, always have, but this will now become my favorite sport as I see you try to wrestle against it." Raising himself so smoothly from the chair, he winked his eye before vanishing.

In between breaths, Gaz promised herself. "I'll show you who is more powerful you son of a bitch."

First thing Dib did shortly after appearing on Irk was to do some readings of the room. He calibrated his readings to Zim and Gaz a long time back when he wanted to not only locate Zim when he felt him trying to trick him again, but just in case he did something to Gaz. Who knew that Zim actually held genuine feelings for her? Seeing some rumpled sheets to one side, he pointed his device over there and found they were there all right. Winkling his nose to try to squash out some thoughts of what they were doing there, out of his mind, he scanned the entire room and found another set of readings on the opposite side of them.

"Oh man, these are off the charts." Dib noted loudly as his device beeped up loudly. Stepping to the computer he just simply looked at it. Normally he would pound at it like he seen Zim did, but instead, he thought he try a different approach. "Uh hi, can you turn on for me or something?"

"You do know that I do know who you are, Dib?" The Computer droned out.

Oh good. It is still sarcastic here as well. Dib thought. "Yeah well, I didn't know you were the same Computer back on Earth."

"I was given to him so yes I will with him for a long time. What do you want? You want to find your sister? I have been trying to look at variables there."

"Any luck so far?"

"This race is tricky but if we can't find her then Zim will be correct in his assumption."

Looking up at the screen, he wondered. "What was his assumption?"

"That she will be the one ending up killing him." The Computer replied.

Smiling at that, he said. "Let us find my sister then."

Zim excused himself after the meeting. He quickly went to his base and made a bee line to the dungeon where he violently knocked out Red. "He has her Purple. You don't think I am not viewing you like you viewed me over the years? You think I'm blind to how you feel for my future mate?"

"Who has her? Lard Nar?" Purple squeaked out when Zim grabbed him around the neck.

"No. Pressner." Zim breathed heavily.

Eyes widening up even more and mouth forming an O, Purple said. "No no no no that one is bad news, Zim. Out of anyone we didn't want to hire to kill Dai was him. He is lethal."

Releasing him from his shackles, he automatically placed a collar around him to placate him from doing anything against him or others. Lifting him up, he actually felt smug in thinking how much taller he is compared to Purple, but that was short lived as he dragged him away before he blinked them both away to Irk surprising Dib from what he was doing.

Jumping, Dib looked down at almost prone Purple as he looked all around him, then back to Zim who was obviously still and understandably in the same mind set as before. "I guess you are letting him go?"

"Under limited release until I see fit on what else to do with him." Zim bit out, but his anger wasn't towards him. "Any luck?"

"So far the Computer and I have been trying to get his exact location, but it keeps bouncing everywhere."

"If he has what he needs then that race will do what is necessary to confuse any who are looking for them." Purple choked out. "We knew if we somehow ended up using him and he double crossed us it will be a pain for us to get our retribution on him. This is how that race survived for so long. The mass confusion. Also Pressner is the main one anyone goes to to finish things up. He has a reputation."

"Dib and Computer keep up with that." Zim barked out and approached Purple. "As for you. Time to atone for your sins."