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Chapter 58: Covert Operations

Dib groaned softly as he came to, blinking a few times before his vision cleared and he saw that he was in some sort of lab with aliens dressed as scientists, his hands bound above him. His head ached, and when he turned it slightly he felt something sticky on the side of his face. Frowning, he looked down and clenched his teeth when he saw the blood stain on his T-shirt. He wrenched at the bonds and started shouting.

“GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING ALIENS!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BASTARDS?!”

The five Vortian scientists in the lab with him blinked in absolute shock at the outburst, then looked at one another awkwardly. One stepped forward, eyeing him warily. “I am Munin, one of the—”

“I don’t care who the hell you are!” Dib snapped, pulling at the bonds again. “You wrecked my Nailbunny shirt, you asshole! Goddammit! I have ONE stinking t-shirt left now, and that has to last me the whole freaking time I’m out in space. Thanks a lot.” He huffed, scowling at the little Vortian in front of him.

Munin blinked at him, then stepped back. “Er…perhaps this isn’t the best time to explain.”

Dib rolled his eyes and sighed in agitation. “Go ahead.”

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Zim paced back and forth on the main Control Deck, before the giant view screen, as the technicians and system controllers watched him in concern. “Computer! Open a line of communication with prisoner number 777 on planet Vort!”

“Command voice not recognized.”

Zim clenched his fists, slamming them down on the console in front of him. He turned to the technicians, sighing. “I guess we’ll have to bring Red or Purple up here—”

One of the highest-ranking technicians stepped forward. “Sir, I might be able to give you access. I was part of the team that did the original programming when Red and Purple came aboard.”

Zim blinked at him, then nodded. “Do it.”

The technician stepped back behind his console and started keying away, his eyes narrowed in concentration above the rim of his high uniform collar. After about fifteen minutes, the technician looked over at Zim and nodded.

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Computer, open a line of communication with prisoner number 777 on planet Vort.”

There was a pause, and then the computer responded. “Communication link established.” A picture of a Vortian prisoner came up on the main view screen, and Zim crossed his arms.

The Vortian almost jumped out of his skin, blinking in surprise. “Zim??? Is that you?” When Zim nodded, 777 tugged on one of his horns awkwardly. “Er…wow…it…it’s been a while. You’re…uh…Taller.”

“Forget the pleasantries,” Zim snapped, scowling. “That little worm Lard Nar has taken something extremely important to me. I want to know why the scanners and the alarm systems on The Massive can’t pick him up.”

777 considered this for a long time, then cleared his throat. “Well…I just remembered, The Massive runs at a scan frequency of 1000 VFU…er, Vortian Frequency Units…so…really, all he would have had to do was cloak his ship above that scan frequency, and The Massive would not have detected his ship at all.”

Zim’s antennae flattened against his skull, his eyes going very, very dark. “Tell me how to increase the output of our scanners.”

777 blinked at him, backing up a little and looking around. “Um…look, Zim, it’s not that I don’t want to help you out, but…I really got in deep dookie last time I gave you information…”

Calmly setting his palms down on the edge of the console, he gripped it hard, trying not to break out into a screaming fit as he normally would have. “Tell me and I will come to Vort personally and have them release you. I am in command of The Massive now, and once I retrieve what Lard Nar has stolen, I will go to Irk and be ceremonially appointed as Tallest by the Control Brain. And I will release you and make you one of my advisors.”

777 blinked incredulously at Zim, looking around again and then gazing at Zim for a long moment before sighing softly. Well, it wasn’t like he really had anything to lose. “All right…I’m transmitting the data now.” He ran a hand over his horns. “Good luck with all that, I guess.”

Zim sighed in relief, closing his eyes for a long moment, a faint smile crossing his lips. “Thank you.”

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Dib scowled at Munin. “So you’re telling me you kidnapped me as a baby, took me aboard your ship, and put a bug in my head so you could learn about my species? No wonder everyone was always telling me I had a huge head!! You rotten little bastards!” He wrenched at the bonds holding his wrists above his head.

A few of the Vortian scientists smiled and shook their heads, watching their monitors as the information coming from the wires hooked into the device in Dib’s skull carried information into their computers.

Munin shook his head, sighing. “It is a sad thing, but your race seems to be plagued by hatred of anything they don’t understand.”

Dib spoke through clenched teeth. “My hatred of you is due to the fact that you put something into my body without my knowledge or consent, at a time in my life when I was incapable of defending myself. You put something inside my head that caused me a lot of emotional agony as a child, and now you have taken me prisoner and you’re doing tests on me, AGAIN, without my consent. Would you mind telling me exactly how you justify what you’re doing?”

The Vortian’s eyes narrowed. “We are doing it to survive. The more we know about this universe, the better equipped we will be to handle threats to our civilization. Threats like the Irken Empire, for example.”

Dib almost laughed. Almost. “You do realize that the new Tallest is going to come for me, right? I’d say that you’re inviting a threat to your civilization right about now.”

Munin laughed, and a few of the other scientists chuckled to themselves. “Judging by our radar and our scanners, The Massive is still on the same course towards Irk. You’ve been here for several days, and it doesn’t seem that your new Tallest intends to come and find you.”

Dib’s eyes widened for a split second as his stomach did a flip, and then he shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he glared angrily at Munin. “You’re lying.”

Munin gave him a sympathetic smile, shaking his head. “What reason would I have to lie to you?”

Dib didn’t answer, other than to give Munin a hateful glare.

The scientist shrugged. “Be naïve if you wish, but I’m afraid that you’re fooling yourself if you think any Irken would put another’s needs before his own. Especially one of such an insignificant species such as yours.” Munin recoiled when Dib spat in his face, scowling as he wiped it away, not saying a word as he turned and left the room.

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Zim paced anxiously as the technicians worked on increasing the frequency of the scanners according to 777’s instructions. The longer The Massive remained stationary, the further away that filthy Vortian rebel got. If Lard Nar had hurt Dib, he was going to kill him. Zim clenched his teeth, rubbing his temples. He was a leader now…a Tallest in everything but the ceremonial aspect. He couldn’t afford to fall apart. Standing straight, he looked down and touched one of the officer’s shoulders. “How’s it coming?”

“Almost done, Sir. The re-encoding process was a bit lengthy, but we’re almost done.”

Zim nodded. “Good.” He jumped when someone tapped him on the back from behind, and he turned, looking down at the Communications Officer and quirking an antenna. “Yes?”

“Here,” the officer handed him a soda and a bag of Irken chips. “I got these for you, my Tallest.”

Zim blinked at the officer for a moment, then smiled warmly and took the soda and chips, saluting the small Irken soldier, nodding when the salute was returned. “Thank you.” As the little officer marched off, he cracked the soda open and took a sip, remembering the days when he was that small, grinning. He shared the chips with the technicians as they worked, and eventually they turned and looked up at him.

“It’s finished. We’ve put the scanner up to 1500 VFUs.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Good. Let’s go back to the Control Deck. We’re going to find that ship and I am going to deal with Lard Nar personally.”
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