Totally Spies: Year of Hell (The underscored part is done)
ACT 1
Episode 01: Tesseract, Part 1
Chapter I: Prologue
Chapter II: The Mournful Morning
Chapter III: Computer Class
Chapter IV: Connection Trouble
Chapter V: The Arlington Scandal
Chapter VI: Glimmer in the Dark
Chapter VII: The Source
Chapter VIII: Pentagon
Chapter IX: Encounter
Chapter X: Cooling Leak
Episode 02: Tesseract, Part 2
Chapter I: A cloud in the night
Chapter II: Escape
Chapter III: Mobile Conflict
Chapter IV: Washington
Chapter V: The President
Chapter VI: Urban Evac
Chapter VII: To the Victor go the Spoils.
Chapter VIII: Survival Run
Chapter IX: Blackbird
Chapter X: Modern Free Masons
Episode 03: Affliction
Chapter I:
Chapter II:
Chapter III:
Chapter IV:
Chapter V:
Chapter VI:
Chapter VII:
Chapter VIII:
Chapter IX:
Chapter X:
Episode 04: Our own Soil, Part 1
Episode 05: Our own Soil, Part 2
Episode 06: Reverse Tide
ACT 2
Episode 07: The Journey
Episode 08: Shattered Souls
Episode 09: Prometheus
Episode 10: Unity
Episode 11: Endgame, Part I
Episode 12: Endgame, Part 2
Totally Spies – Realism
Imagine a world in which the tales of the spies were not completely fashion centered. A world like ours; grim, filled with intrigue, corruption and murder. A world in which they are excentric, impulsive and combative.
Sam, Alex and Clover; three ordinary girls with extraordinary duties. Three spies on the payroll of a global service named WOOHP. Clover, an uptown girl from Beverly Hills with a sharp character, a penchant for gloomy boy bands and a fashion sense that knows no end. Sam, a bright and healthy girl from Boston with a sweet attitude, an aficionado of Parisian Cuisine and a kicker for Mozart, Dvorac and Rachmaninov. Alex, a rowdy youngster with a nasty impulsive bite, grown up from the depths of Hell's Kitchen and the Bronx, NY, with a healthy dosage of Heavy and Black Metal. Together, they have an extravagant house on one of Beverly Hills' Boulevards. Together, they go to the same school. Together, they are plagued by the extremely annoying, cosmetics-oriented and one-dimensional Mandy. In their being complete different human beings, they complete one another in a way no one would think possible, both in real life and in their secret profession; espionage.
This is my effort on generalizing and specifying a story in a more mature directive. Hoping to relinquish the purely feminine attitude and throw in some real life roughness, I aspire to make this a story of action, suspense and humor.
NOTE: My elaboration of canon characters owned by the creators of the original series, Sam, Alex, Clover, Jerry, Mandy and others that recur in the series, is completely subjective and only appeals to the events displayed in the following story.
Prologue
It was January 21, 2005. The moonlight reflected off of the Pentagon's new armored window panes and flickered, a game of playing shadows pulled over the Eastern parking lot. The night was a perfect dark, with few clouds hovering in the air. The roads were fairly quiet, save for the occasional passing car. The activity was on a low, as the last of the restorations had been made to the building's interior. After the plane bore its way into the side of the structure, it had been a daunting task to put it back together. A completely new construction was needed to bare the weight of the new armored windows alone, and don't forget the enormous amount of faltering wiring throughout the Pentagon. Almost its entire network was over fifty years old and had been in need of replacement for alreadt twenty. This however was a rather closely kept secret before the disaster of 9/11. Rewiring had taken years and people were not completely sure whether it was complete or not. Concrete panels covered the walls from the ground up, a thickened wall showed exactly the difference between then and now. Several windows were lighting, meaning that several lights inside were on. They were not with many, just a handful, maybe a board meeting between military big shots. One of the few windows seemed to falter now and then, the light behind it flickering, as if one of the ceiling-mounted lights went on and off on a random sequence. It was the only sign of life in the entire area, up till now.
A large black car drove over the dark road, its tires softly squealing over the tarmac underground. It was a Maybach 62. Though made by Mercedes Benz, it was a brand of its own and a top notch luxury car. This probably armor plated version of a 20 feet long car softly approached its home base. The windows were blinded, permitting no one to view inside, but as we go through those windows, the vision of several men, tightly dressed in formal black suits becomes visible. All tightly shaven, with shades and a wired earpiece, all male. One driver, who devoted his complete attention to operating the vehicle, blinked slightly and turned the steering wheel on par with the bend in the road. Two men were on the back seat, the front passenger seat was empty. The two men behind were slightly bent over a laptop that was stalled upon a small table in between them, its screen displaying a strange convulsion of lines and cubes, with an ever changing pattern. One of them grabbed into a medium sized compartment, retrieving a can of soda. Maybachs of this version were all equipped with all comforts, including wireless internet connection, DVD players and a fridge. Some even had manual driving control. Yes, the Satellite system that orbited the Earth was more advanced than the government made believe the public.
"Behold, Mr. Banks."
One of the agents cleared his throat. His eyes probed the other man beside him, from behind the dark shades. His hand hold on to the side of the laptop and turned it, so the other man could gaze upon the TFT monitor.
"The Tesseract Hydra?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Agent Ryson nodded to Agent banks, without saying much of anything. However, the raising of the corners of his mouth was enough indication. Agent Banks moved his hands to the keyboard and conducted some tests.
"The specimen is extremely resilient. It performs flawlessly in every simulation. Data recommission and registry enclosure goes perfectly. I'd say the Tesseract program is ready for deployment."
Agent Ryson smiled wildly and looked to the front for a moment, shifting his weight and comfortably sitting down for the conclusive 5 minutes of the trip to the Pentagon.
"We will have to conduct further tests at base. We need to find out what exactly the global repercussions would be. And more importantly, we have to make sure our defense will be sufficient. It all comes down to a matter of control."
They both nod and look forward, towards the driver, whose eyes would sink in their right corners, as if anticipating that he was going to be spoken to.
"Pump up the gas. We have very important business.."
"Yes, sir."
At his command, the Maybach started to accelerate to slightly above the speed limit.
Turning up into the parking lot, the heavy car makes a generous 180 degree turn and ends up in a course towards behind the building. Following the road pointed out by white lines, they pass a cologne of parked cars and then make yet another turn, this time to the right. A gate started to roll up with the sound of creaking metal, a complaining sound of rust scraping against more rust. The building was not on its tip top for sure. The black Maybach disappeared into the opening gate just as it was high enough to accommodate its entry, then, silence once more takes hold of the governmental installation.
Inside however, the car drove over a well paved road that quickly bent into a ramp that lead down to an underground parking. The front lights danced over the concrete columns that separated the parking spaces, then the Maybach calmly stopped in between two of them. Lot 19 on level B, simple enough. The inside of the internal parking was a grim greenish brown colored, the lights were not sophisticated, but rather caged lightbulbs of old, a soft mechanical whirring coming from them. The light they casted upon the dismally colored ground gave yet another crippling blow to the sad ambience of the place.
The Maybach doors opened, the front left and both aft doors swung open, perfectly synchronously, and the three well dressed men stepped out, one of them holding the laptop, folded closed between his arm and his side. The other threw the can of coca cola in a garbage bin that stood next to a cranked, wooden door. Mr Ryson, a handsome man and fairly tall at 6 feet 2 inches, opened the door, his muscular build very clearly shown even through the black of his suit. A neutral look sat on his face, a face one would estimate to be about 30 years of age. Mr. Banks, more an intelligence officer than an actual security agent, looked exactly according to his line of work, a corpulent, short man with a mustache, a perfect office desk-employee.
"Follow me, Banks," the static, tall Agent spoke and walked through after keeping the door open for the chubby computer specialist. A short hallway became yet another door within a few moments through a dark corridor. Tapping a button on the side, on the command of Mr. Ryson, the doors swung open and showed a well illuminated lift interior. Both men stepped in, leaving the chauffeur with the car.
The lift came out on the seventh floor and both men stepped out in a completely different environment. From the darkness and damp scent of the indoor parking to the almost completely sterile environment of a true government building. The entire level they were on was only accessible to those with the highest clearances. The sides of the ceiling throughout the entire corridor was lined with lights, the doors slid open, controlled by an advanced computer system. Suddenly, the two turned into another hallway and Agent Ryson moved his right hand in his pocket, retrieving a clearance card.
Ryson. A 451.124.838 B
Dept. of Defense, USA
Clearance 0240-710-B
G3 Ser.: 16A285 – 45C9 – 441BAE
His hand moved towards the slit, pushing the card in and sliding it through. A beep was heard from the locking mechanism, then a click as the clearance code was verified. He moved his hand against the flat of the door and opened it up, walking in and motioning Banks to follow while he clips the clearance card back on his chest, where it belonged while inside these walls. Tapping Banks on his shoulder, he gestured him inside manually and closed the door, where they were met by the three other people. Silhouettes sprouting from the one dark corner of the room, one seemingly bent over an overhead projector, trying to get it to work. The other two, clearly a man and a woman, stepped out into the abundant light. The woman was in her thirties and still quite attractive, her arms were folded behind her back and she wore some kind of laboratory uniform. A strange logo was pinned upon her chest. Her access card had a triangle on it, encompassed in an ellipse. A logo that did not belong to any government installation.
"Good evening, gentlemen." The man said, holding an arm around the woman's waist. When they stepped forward, his face came out in the light as well, showing a static, but old face. A man of about 60 years of age, dressed in a very classy suit. A brownish Armani suit, with a dark blue Pullton blouse and a pair of black shoes so shiny that they reflected their very surroundings.
"Mr. Ryson. The laptop."
The old man extended his hand, ushering Ryson to put the laptop down on top of a modest sized table. He immediately did so, gently putting it on top of the table. The old man walked towards him, letting go of the woman and moving his finger over the touchpad. Unlocking the computer with a password, the last used file came back on, showing the same visual manifestation of a weird object the two men were looking at in the car
Path: D:TS#84Tesseract.JSR
It almost looked like a visual manifestation of a digital labyrinth, all kinds of cube shaped objects following digital trajects. An ever moving cauldron of digital activity congealing into an everchanging shape.
"The Tesseract Hydra is completed, General. We have subjected it to several tests of durability and resilience. It had passed them all. We are ready to induce it."
A maline smile played upon the old man's lips as he ran a few diagnostics upon the file displayed. The woman in the mean time issued commands to burn the file on a DVD.
"Excellent, Mr Banks. Adrian.." He suddenly looked to Mr Adrian Ryson. At that moment, the trey slit open, showing the burnt DVD glimmering in the light of the luxurious office cubicle.
"Take this disc, my boy, and go to the release coordinates. Finally, our voices will be heard."
"Yes... " Agent Adrian Ryson nodded to the old man, "...father."
He grabbed the DVD, put it into a jewel case and then it disappeared into his pocket. The clacking of his soles against the ground resounded through the office as he left. As the door clicked and Agent Ryson had left, the old man looked at the woman beside him, not paying much attention to the third person that had not yet forfeited his attempts to repair the overhead projector, though the device was not needed at all
"Stop raping the projector and go back to working at the Failsafe."
General Ryson raised one of his grey eyebrows and closed his eyes.
"Phase two of our plot will be initialized soon. How are the units?"
The woman smiled and ushered the man to follow. They too exited the room and went to a freight elevator. The woman tapped the button, the elevator almost immediately opening up to grant access to the both of them. A grin on both their faces as they statically took a stance in the middle of the elevator, watching upon the doors closing in front of them. Thoughts dwelled through both of their minds when they exchanged looks. Some of them displaying some doubts. The woman spoke first.
"When your son injects the Hydra, there is no turning back. You do realize that, don't you?"
"Of course I do, my dear." The general looked in front of him, at the digital display counting down the floors. Suddenly, he repeated, with closed eyes.
"After devoting almost three decades of my life cleaning up after the asses of spineless bureaucrats, you may understand why I lost the ability to have regrets, Celah."
The door opened and showed a massive hall, deep under the ground. Allegedly, it was somewhere between the surface and that secret nuclear power plant. Nicely in formation, hundreds and hundreds of metallic androids were standing upright, motionlessly, the many lights of the ceiling reflecting against their many parts. They were sleek, their skin seemed to be constructed of Titanium, for the way it reflected the light was evident. The woman looked slightly wide eyed, as if she just looked at this for the first time, while the man exited the elevator and walked through the corridor. The artificials were stacked to his left and his right and he looked at them intently. Shortly after, she followed, catching up with the man.
"Maybe that's a good thing for you, then. For, after this, you won't be able to express them ever again..." she muttered softly and looked at him.