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Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 5: The Encounter



Paul sat at his desk attempting to figure out the mysterious device that resided in the underground chambers from the photos, X-ray scans, and infrared images he took earlier. It was all he could do short of taking it apart, an act which he usually avoided unless absolutely necessary. The machine was strangely familiar to him, although he couldn’t quite remember seeing it before.

“I know I’ve seen this somewhere before, but I can’t remember where.” He said to himself.

He heard a knocking on the door. It was Dastun. Paul invited him into the lab.

“So have you figured it out that thing yet?” Dastun asked.

“No, not yet.” Paul replied.

“Well, good luck then.” Dastun replied. “Actually, I came over to ask if you could somehow modify the guns on our tanks to have at least some effect on megadeus armor.”

“Why? Doesn’t Big-O usually take care of hostile megadeuses?” Paul asked.

“Well, it’s kind of a shame that the Military Police can’t even have any influence on the outcome of battles like that.” Dastun replied. “ I mean, sure we’ve managed to almost topple a megadeus over once, but we’ve never even come close to even scratching the armor. Even a weapon that only slightly damages a megadeus would be helpful because at least we wouldn’t be helpless against them.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He answered.

“Ok then” Dastun said. “I guess I’d better be off then. See you later.”

Dastun left for the Military Police Headquarters. Paul sat at his desk thinking. A few minutes later he heard another knocking on the door. He opened it to find a tall man in a trench coat standing there. However, before he could say anything, the stranger pulled out a golden pistol and threatened him.

“Hi there.” The stranger said. “I think you may have found something that is of interest to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Paul replied in calm voice.

“Are you sure?” the man asked. “Haven’t you found something strange, like underground perhaps.”

“You know, I don’t like it when people threaten me at gunpoint. It’s not nice.” Paul replied.

The man in the trench coat became irritated as he realized Paul was making fun of him.

“How dare you!” He said in an angry voice. “You’re hardly in any position to poke fun at me like that.”

At that moment Paul suddenly grabbed the stranger’s wrist with his left hand. He forced it off to the side so the weapon was no longer aiming at him before using his right hand to aim his own custom pistol at the stranger’s face.

“Who’s in the bad position now?” Paul laughed.

“Touché” the stranger replied. “But I still have some tricks up my sleeve.”

The stranger kicked Paul in the chest forcing him to let go of his wrist. He immediately did a series backwards flips to get some distance from him. Paul managed to fire a shot that hit him on the shoulder.

“Well what a surprise, you actually managed to hit me. Most people don't even come close.” Alan said as he took off his coat.

Both of them found themselves pointing their weapons at each other. Alan shot first and the bullet hit Paul on the shoulder.

“Well look at this, I hit you on the same spot you hit me. You’re aim may be true, but you’re a bit too slow on the draw.” Alan laughed. “I guess I’ll see you later then if your not willing to talk right now.”

Alan ran off into the distance. Paul wanted to go run after him but he realized he wouldn't be able to keep up with the bullet wound in his shoulder. He walked back into the lab and wrapped his shoulder in a bandage to stop the bleeding.

“I’d better tell Dastun about this." He said to himself.

To be continued…


If you're starting to think I'm stalling for time with all these Alan Gabriel encounters then you are correct. I still haven't worked out the entire plot quite yet. I'll be able to tell more about what Alan is up to in the next chapter. I might include Tim vs. Alan fight near the end of the fic. Of course, I don't want Alan to die, but it would be fun to have Tim or Jette beat the crud out of him.

Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 6: News from an unlikely source.



“You’ve heard the rumors haven’t you?” Big Ear said.

“You mean Alan.” Roger replied.

“Yes, I assume that’s what you wanted to ask me about.”

“Yes. Does his return mean Alex Rosewater is still alive?”

“Nope, Alan is on his own this time. They say he found something deep underground. Something really powerful.” Big Ear replied.

“A megadeus?” Roger asked.

“No, that man in yellow told me what he saw wasn’t anything of that nature.”

“You mean Beck? How did you get that information out of that guy?” Roger questioned.

“Apparently Alan himself doesn’t have the technical know-how to salvage the device. He kidnapped Beck in hopes that he could convince him to get it back up and running. Beck was able to escape, however, so he sold me that bit of info shortly afterwards.” Big Ear replied.

“What else did he tell you?” Roger asked.

“Beck told me Alan found a weapon left over from before the amnesia hit. He didn’t stick around long enough to find out what it was but he said it had something to do with something to do with a small sphere of an unknown material Alan recovered that was put in a vault in the bank. Apparently someone else put it there to keep it out of the wrong hands before he stole it.” Big Ear replied.

Big Ear turned a page on the newspaper he was supposedly reading. Roger could never really figured out if Big Ear was actually reading the newspaper or if he was just pretending so he wouldn’t draw too much attention. Roger continued to look up at the ceiling fan. He obviously had a lot on his mind.

All of a sudden, Tim came running into the speakeasy.

“Roger Smith.” Tim said in a manner that indicated it was something important. “Something bizarre happened at the Paradigm Corporation headquarters, I think you’d better take a look.”

to be continued...

Sorry for not posting this sooner. I wrote the chapter, but I decided to change a few things about the story so I ended up having to re-write it several times. I didn't like the story I wrote so I almost had to re-write the entire story after chapter 6.




Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 7: Destroyer of Worlds



When Roger and Tim arrived at the Paradigm Corporation building they found that Dastun and several Military Police Officers had already arrived. The normally clean and shiny white floor was littered by what must have been twenty or so dead bodies.

“Roger” Dastun said. “Glad you came. You probably already know who did this. He also seems to have left a message on that wall over there.”

Dastun pointed out a message written in blood on the wall to the left of the front entrance of the building. It said, “I have become death, the destroyer of worlds.”

“I think I may have heard that phrase before.” Tim said. “I’m not sure where though. It was probably a long time before the amnesia.”

“The Paradigm Corporation wants you to negotiate with Alan to find out what he wants.” Dastun said. “They think you’re the best man for the job because you’ve already faced Alan before.”

“They’d better be willing to pay me a lot for this one.” Roger said. He was remembering the time when Alan Gabriel almost killed Dorothy. “I’ve had to put up with him once and I never want to have to deal with him again.”

“They are.” Tim replied. “2 million dollars.”

“Ok, I accept the offer.” Roger replied. “But where am I supposed to find him?”

“That’s what we’ll have to figure out.” Dastun said.

Dastun’s radio started beeping at that moment. Roger walked over to the message on the wall to examine it more closely while Dastun answered the call.

“Paige? What happened? Did you find Paul?” He asked through the radio.

“Yes I found him. He’s ok. He took a bullet in the shoulder but he’s fine.” Paige replied. “He says Alan shot him.”

“Damn, it’s like he can be everywhere at once or something.” Dastun said. “Could you hand the radio over to Paul, I need to speak with him.”

“Sure.” Paige replied.

“Hey Paul, would you happen be familiar with phrase “I have become death, destroyer of worlds”?” Dastun asked. “Tim says he recognizes it from somewhere.”

“Nope, I’ve never heard that phrase before.” Paul replied.

“Never mind then, just meet us at the police station later. Maybe we can find out what he’s up to.” Dastun said.

To be continued...

I am become Death, destroyer of worlds - Robert Oppenheimer, after viewing a test of a nuclear detonation.

Very nice, but could this mean that Alan thinks that he has literally become death, or that he's found a nuke? What wonderful drama!

Name: V.F.D

Hair color: black
eye color: blind (headband around eyes)
height: 4'5"
age: 9

Apperance: Denim Jeans with a straightjacket, the arms aren't clipped so he can use his arms. He has sharp teeth.

Personality: Benevolent, cool, intelligent.

Occupation: orphan, guinea pig for genetic experiments...

History: parents ? In an orphanage and they taken to a secret lab and paradigm experiment on him. He escapes and steals bigs from other countries.

Goal: find parents, destroy umbrella corp. ...

Name: L.F.D

hair color: blonde
eye color: red
height: 6'8"
AGE: 18

apperance: leather coat with fur lining and jeans or in a dark suit with sunglasses (formal occasions).

Personality: cold, cruel, distant cares about nothing.

Occupation: umbrella corp secret agent.

history: parents ? abbandoned for his eyes and discovered by umbrella agent Hunk and raised as an opperative, killed his oarents and attempted to kill V.F.D (his brother) but failed and just blinded him. Now a full time agent.

Goal: kill V.F.D, and mission umbrella gives him...

Chapter 1: the negotation

Roger sat in his car, disgusted that he was even meeting with this man, a man without a name. He came up to the factory where he was supposed to meet this V.F.D... He parked the car and saw a small figure in the darkness. "Do you know where V.F.D is?" he shouted the figure walked towards him and Roger gasped and realized the figure was about 9 or 10 years old and blind. "I am V.F.D, I called you here for a proposition, I need protection from..." he didn't finish he sentence because a man in a dark suit was on a girder firing at him. "So you are the world famous negotiator..." said the man in a suit and aimed a shot at rogers head....

TO BE CONTINUED AT SOME EARLIER TIME, PREFERABBLY NOT AT 1 IN THE MORNING!!!

Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 8: Little round radioactive things and angels in the sky(sort of).


“Ok, so telling me Alan’s got a bomb that could destroy all of Paradigm City and he’s going to hold the whole city hostage!” Dastun exclaimed.

Dastun definitely didn’t see this coming. If the press got hold of this kind of info then the whole city would panic and make Alan that much more difficult to find. There best chance would be to find him before the public finds out.

“Um… well not exactly.” Paul explained. “Prior to the event, all nuclear weapons had their plutonium pits removed. As far as we know, he’s only got one plutonium pit, the one he stole from the bank vault. As to who the heck put that thing in the bank vault we don’t know, but it’s a really old plutonium pit that’s pretty much past it’s expected lifespan. You see, plutonium pit are assembled much like a 3-d jigsaw puzzle. After a while, the gases produced from the plutonium slowly breaking down throw everything out of alignment. I’d say there’s only a 45% chance that particular pit that Alan has will actually detonate.”

“45% isn’t exactly low you know.” Paige said.

Paige walked in the door with some documents from the bank. Dastun had sent her earlier to find out who put the pit in the bank vault.

“This was all I could find. They said it was a Paradigm Corporation employee who just walked in and had something put in the vault saying it was top secret or something.” Paige said.

This was just what Dastun didn’t want to hear. If a high-ranking employee of the Paradigm Corporation was involved, he can’t get any help from any of the other officers. They’d have to take him down on their own. Normally he would approve of such a thing but in this case he had no choice but to make an exception.

“That’s means one of us will have to sneak into the Paradigm Corporation building and find Alan’s little friend.” Dastun said.

“I can take down the security system.” Paul said.

Paul Wilson always wondered how difficult the security system at the Paradigm Corporation would be to get through. He never actually thought he’d get the chance to gain access to it himself. This provided the perfect excuse he was waiting for. However, they still needed someone to actually break into the building once the security was down.


Meanwhile, Tim was wandering around through the underground tunnels again. Eventually he found himself in the underground chamber where the mysterious machine was. He examined the device, walking in circles around it.

“What is it about this thing that Alan wants so badly?” He said to himself.

At that moment he spotted some sort of radio on the floor that had not been there before. He walked over and picked it up. Someone had been down there recently. However, why would someone drop an expensive piece of equipment such as this?

“Get me down from here!!!” a voice yelled at him.

Tim looked up and spotted what appeared to be a blond woman tied to the ceiling with some rope several meters above him.

“Angel! What the heck are you doing up there?” Tim laughed.

“I don’t know! Just get me down from here already!!!” Angel shouted.


To be continued...

Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 9: The Mysterious Old Man.


Tim had just finished getting Angel down from the ceiling. A low rumble shook the dome-shaped chamber as large square shaped portion of the wall moved back and was lifted upwards to reveal a long hallway. It was like someone had been expecting them.

“Odd. Didn’t see that one coming.” Tim said.

“I’m not going to do any exploring right now if that was what you were thinking.” Angel said.

“We’d better head back to the surface first. I’m pretty sure it’ll still be open when we get back. By the way, how did you end up finding yourself stuck in a place like this?” Tim asked.

“I don’t know, I was just minding my own business when someone knocked me out from behind and I woke up tied to the ceiling of this place.” Angel replied.

“Probably Alan’s sick idea of a joke.” Tim said.

Angel remembered Alan Gabriel from her days as a Union agent. Alan was thought to have been killed when he attempted to control Big Duo. She had heard of some citizens who claimed to have seen him causing trouble throughout the city. What did he want? Alex Rosewater is gone and the Union had already dissolved (with the exception of a few scattered groups). What was his motivation?


Back at the Smith Mansion, Roger Smith was talking with a man named James Parkreiner. James Parkreiner was an old man at about 70 years old. He wore a white tuxedo with a purple tie and walked around with the help of a shiny silver cane. He had previously talked with Roger over the phone, saying he had some information that would help Roger in dealing with Alan Gabriel.

“Mr. Smith. I know you have encountered this Alan guy before. I have something for you that he might want.” James said as he placed a small box on the table.

“What is it?” Roger asked.

“It’s part of Alan’s little doomsday device. He’ll need it in order to carry out his little scheme.” James replied.

“Why are you giving it to me then? Shouldn’t you turn it over to the Military Police?” Roger asked rather nervously.

“I can’t, Alan would find it for sure. It would be better if you watch over it until Alan is caught. It also might be useful in negotiating with him since he wants it so badly.” James said.

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind.” Roger said.

James Parkreiner got up out of the seat and walked towards the door.

“By the way.” James said just before he left. “Whatever you do, don’t open that package.”

To be continued...

Alan Gabriel Returns


Chapter 10: It Takes a Thief



“No, I’m not breaking into the Paradigm building for you!” Raven protested.

After 2 hours of arguing and waving checks of increasing value in front of her (the most recent being worth 50,000 dollars) they still couldn’t convince Raven Valentine to take the job. Roger was a bit uneasy about letting Raven into the mansion but it was the only place where they knew the military police or the Paradigm Corporation wouldn’t catch them trying to hire a thief.

“This is getting extremely frustrating.” Dastun said in an irritated tone.

Obviously Dastun was not happy with the fact he had one of Paradigm’s most infamous thieves right in front of her and he couldn’t even handcuff her. Paul kept insisting that this would be a good idea, but Dastun was beginning to have his doubts.

“Dastun, I think I know what will make her do it.” Paige suggested.

Even more frustration for Dastun because he knew exactly what Paige was referring to. He hated the idea but he realized he had not choice.

“Ok fine go ahead, the letting him go will be well worth it if it saves the city I guess.” Dastun replied.

“Ok Raven, we’re willing to release Beck from prison and pay the 50,000 if you help us.” Paige said.

Raven immediately accepted the offer with a cheerful smile.

“I sure hope Beck doesn’t cause too much trouble after his release.” Said Roger, who was also uncomfortable with letting Beck go free.

Although she didn’t hate Beck as much as she used to due to the fact he helped out with the fight against Alex Rosewater, Dorothy also felt a bit uneasy with the idea of letting Beck out of prison.

Paul then entered the room accompanied by Norman.

“After taking a few X-rays of the box, I think we can pretty much conclude that this is the brand new plutonium pit that Alan would want for his little bomb.” Paul said.

The phone rang and Dorothy went over to pick it up.

“It’s Tim.” Dorothy said. “He says he found Angel tied up in the underground chamber with that strange machine in it. He also says he found another doorway leading out from it that might be worth taking a look at.”

to be continued...



I think I'll be able to finish this in 3 or 4 more chapters.

In the meantime, some feedback would be nice. I'm kinda new at this so I'd like to know how well I'm doing.

*claps* Kudos, Paul! I love the plot you've got going - the tension, the suspense - and the fact that you added in some laugh lines at the right places. I can't wait for the next chapters, honestly! =3

Meanwhile ... I finally am starting my fanfic! *grins* Yes, I know, it's amazing. I finally got a pretty good idea ... and it's a seasonal fic, my friends! XD That's right, a lovely lil' Valentines Day humor fic! =3 Granted, it'll probably end waaaay later than Valentines day, but oh well. n.n And so, I shall put up the first chapter!
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FANFIC TITLE:
don't
How doust I love thee? Let me count the ways ...

Characters Being Used:
Raven Valentine, Paige Etienne (gummibear), Allouette Leblanc (Pero_Is_Crying)
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Chapter One: Cupid Gone Wonky

It was that time of year again. Couples sitting on benches fawning over each other, gift shops filled with men in search of gifts for their sweet-hearts, girls scouting out their so-called 'prey' ...
Yes, it was that time of year. With Valentine's Day fast approaching, Roger Smith was getting a bit annoyed with it all.

In his oppinion, their really wasn't much of a point to the holiday; just a disaster waiting to happen. Besides, how long did 'valentines' ussually last, anyway? A week, maybe?

Taking a swig of coffee, Roger surveyed the paper for anything worth reading. The negotiator wasn't in the best of moods on this particular morning, having been up all night sorting out information on a recent case.

Needless to say, this didn't exactly help him tone down his anger.

"Oh, just wonderful!" He snapped, slamming the newspaper down on the table. "Not only is the media content to exagerate on every tiny aspect of this useless holiday, but they find enough room only to squeeze in the jail-break everyone knew was coming eventually, anyway!"

Setting down Roger's breakfast in front of him, Dorothy's ussual mono-toned commentary closely followed his sudden outburst.

"You know, Roger, it could be much worse."

Raising a brow, he questioned, "Did I say that it couldn't? I'm simply stating the facts, Dorothy. Besides, do you honestly think that Valentine's day has any actual purpose?"

"I cannot answer your question without knowing what Valentine's Day is." She retorted, receiving her answer promptly.

"Supposedly, it's the one day of the year best fit to reveal any underlying feelings you have for someone. Personally, I think it's overexagerated."

"I think it's sweet." Sitting down across from him, she added, "You are just angry because you do not have anyone to celebrate it with, Roger."

This comment was perfectly timed, seeing as Roger almost spit out the coffee he'd just gulped down. With an effort, he choked it down, snapping,
"R. Dorothy Wayneright! Enough's enough!"
Barely resisting the urge to comment further, the android merely sat quietly for the remainder of breakfast, contemplating on what could possibly cause humans to react how they do toward certain people of the opposite gender. Or, in other words, the meaning of Valentine's Day.
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((CHAPTER WILL BE FINISHED LATER))

Looks like Roger doesn't like Valentine's day or Heaven's Day. I wonder what he's like during President's Day.

Roger Smith: "Noooo! It's that evil day when Alex Rosewater's pictures are everywhere!"



Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 11: You're a louse Roger Smith.


It was already dark as Raven Valentine snuck into the building by climbing up to an open window on the 4th floor.

“Testing… 1… 2… 3… Can your hear me now?” Paul said through the radio.

“Well yes.” Raven replied. “I stuck that weird coin shaped thing to that cable in the wall. Now what?”

Paul and Dastun were in the back of a Military Police truck parked a few blocks away.

“I hope this works. Ok then, about now the lights should turn off, the cameras should shut down, and the lasers should disappear.” Paul said as each of the mentioned security devices in the Paradigm building were shut off in that order.

“They did, it worked.” Raven replied.

“Good.” Paul said. “Dastun, did you get that floor plan?”

“Got it right here.” Dastun replied as he handed it to Paul.

“Ok Raven just hang on a sec. I just have to get the computer to scan the floor plan so I can guide you through the place.” Paul said.


Meanwhile, Roger, Dorothy, Angel and Tim were back in the dome shaped underground chamber. They made there way through the newly opened hallway. Unlike the dome shaped chamber, this hallway was almost completely dark making it necessary for Dorothy to lead.

“Kitty kitty kitty!” Alan’s voice echoed through the hallway.

Angel felt a cable come down from the ceiling and wrap around her waist. She screamed as it quickly pulled her up through a trapdoor on the ceiling. Dorothy turned her light towards the ceiling only to see the trapdoor close.

“Now that can’t be good.” Said Tim. “He’s got a hostage.”

“I think I see a ladder over there” Dorothy said.

She pointed to a ladder at the end of the hallway.

“Guess there’s no way to go but up. Dorothy, you go first.” Roger said.

“You louse!” Dorothy said obviously irritated.

“Ok fine, I’ll go first.” Roger said.

“Looks like you’ve just been outwitted again.” Tim laughed.

“You know as well as I do that wasn’t what I had in mind!” Roger said indignantly.

“Sure it wasn’t.” Tim replied sarcastically.

To be continued...

Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 12: Visitors


Roger, Dorothy, and Tim climbed up the latter. They found themselves in some large underground structure that resembled some sort of military facility. There was a long hallway with several windows on the right side with a view of some sort of assembly line with lots of broken down machinery and half built vehicles. At the end of the hallway, there were two signs. One with an arrow pointing right had “Hanger 7” and the other with an arrow pointing left said, “Launch Sites”.

“Which way?” Dorothy asked.

“Not sure, I’m thinking launch sites. It’s where Alan’s bomb would probably be.” Roger replied.

“I’m not so sure.” Tim said. “I don’t think they would abandon this place with missiles still on the launch pads.”

The group pondered this logic trying to decide where to go next. Tim spotted something on the wall a good distance down the hallway on the right. It was some graffiti with the text “Expecting a warm welcome?” printed below a poorly drawn outline of a head that resembled Alan’s head with his hat on.

“Oh that’s just great.” Tim said. “He wants us to follow him!”

“It’s not like we have any other choice.” Roger said.

They continued down the “Hanger 7” hallway until they reached an elevator platform going up diagonally along a tunnel. It was impossible to see the end of the tunnel from where they stood. Fortunately the elevator still worked. The ride was long, however, due to the fact the elevator platform was so slow and the tunnel went up at such a shallow angle.

“This thing is awfully slow.” Dorothy remarked. “It’s been half an hour and we haven’t reached the end yet.”

“Judging from the size of it I’m guessing this elevator platform was meant to transport heavy equipment rather than people, so speed might not have been that much of a concern.” Tim replied.

The elevator took them to an aircraft hanger with several crates inside.

“Looks like we must be at near JFK mark.” Tim said.

Some laughter echoed throughout the hanger.

“Oh, we have visitors I see.” Alan laughed.

Alan was standing on top of a crate holding a gun to Angel’s head.

“What do you want Alan?” Roger asked angrily. “What exactly are you trying to accomplish?”

“I don’t want anything!” Alan responded. “I’m just here for revenge.”

Alan fired the pistol blowing Angel’s head off in an instant. Roger, Tim, and even Dorothy stood there overcome with shock and horror. After a few seconds they realized something, there was no blood. It wasn’t really Angel at all it was a dummy.

“Ha Ha!” Alan laughed. “Gotcha! You should have seen to looks on your faces! However, I should warn you the real one is in a very difficult position right now.”

Alan tapped his foot lightly on the container he was standing on. There was a creaking sound and the side of another crate at the other side of the hanger opened to reveal Angel tied to what was clearly a miniature nuke.


Meanwhile, Raven was hacking the one of the computers at the Paradigm Corporation building.

“I got the list.” Raven said. “Apparently your mystery man is someone called Arthur Nalnuk."

“What kind of name is Nalnuk?” Paige asked.

“I have no idea.” Dastun said. “That’s probably not his real name.”

“Well at least we have a name.” Paul said.

“Um… Paul.” Raven said nervously. “Something weird is happening.”

The computer screen flashed alternating blue and black rapidly. At the same time, some red warning signals started showing up on Paul’s computer screen. He immediately grabbed the radio.

“Back away from the monitor now!!!” Paul shouted into the radio.

Raven quickly backed away from the screen just before it cracked and exploded. The sound of the alarm was heard.

“I’ve never heard of that being part of the security system.” Paige exclaimed.

“It isn’t, that Nalnuk guy probably put it in himself” Dastun said.

“We don’t have time for this. Paige, you go pick up Raven before the authorities arrive.” Paul said.

“Why me?” Paige said.

“Because I can’t do it, I’m still wearing my uniform so they might recognize me and Paul has to stay here and direct Raven to the nearest escape route.” Dastun said.

“Can’t we just leave her?” Paige asked.

“We can’t do that.” Paul said. “If she gets caught, she might tell everyone how we hired her for the job, and we can’t let that happen.”

Paige ran out to of the truck and to her car parked at the side of the street. She turned the key in the ignition and headed for the Paradigm building.

to be continued...

Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 13: Checkmate

Alan was about to escape through a door at the corner of the hanger when someone blocked the door. It was too dark to see who it was.

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” Alan shouted.

“I’ve been standing here for quite some time now.” Replied the mysterious figure.

The shadowy figure leaned to the side. It became clear that he was leaning on a cane. Alan attempted to skewer him with his drill hand. With an unexpected show of swiftness, the old man dodged to the left and pinned Alan down with his cane.

“How the heck did you do that!? Who are you!?” Alan exclaimed.

“He’s picked an unusual pawn this time hasn’t he. This guy is a complete psycho. Just the kind of person he’d get along with.” The old man, who at this point was obviously James Parkreiner, said.

“What are you talking about?” Alan said in confusion.

“Wait it’s you! How did you…” Roger said in astonishment.

“Go untie your friend over there.” James replied before Roger could finish.

Roger went over to Angel and did just that. A few moments later, someone else had somehow appeared across the hanger from where James and Alan were. Whoever it was leaned against one of the crates and his face was concealed by the crate’s shadow.

“Long time no see Arthur Nalnuk.” James said. “That’s one of the most silly and pathetic nicknames you’ve ever come up with.”

“Why do you always have to show your face?” Arthur said indignantly. “Why can’t you just sit down and die?”

“Come now, we both know that’s not possible.” James replied. “Arrogant as usual. You haven’t changed at all for the last several years have you.”

“You always seem to win.” Arthur said. “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying.”

James knocked out Alan by kicking him behind the head. He then took the remote for the nuke from Alan’s pocket and crushed it.

“Game over” James said.

James Parkreiner sprinted forward at Arthur and impaled him through the stomach with his silver cane, then there was a bright flash of light.

“I always win because you’re just a really bad player” said James before both he and Arthur disappeared in the flash of light.

“Ok, what the heck just happened?” Roger asked.

“No idea.” Tim replied.

Tim walked over to Alan who was still unconscious. Alan was regaining consciousness when he was startled out of his wits by the sound a sword slicing a deep cut the floor next to his face.

“You stupid idiot.” Tim said. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

“You think it’s over don’t you.” Alan laughed. “I’m just getting started.”

At that moment a loud rumble could be heard coming from outside the hanger.

“Dammit! Why does stuff like this always have to happen?.” Roger said. “Big-O!!! It’s Showtime!!!”

to be continued...

Alan Gabriel Returns


Chapter 14: Why do they always do that?


“Tim? Angel? How did you get here so fast? Wait a sec, where did Roger and Dorothy go?” Paul asked.

“We hitched a ride on the Prairie Dog.” Tim replied.

There was a low rumble along with the sound of an explosion. The unmistakable sound of Big-O’s footsteps echoed in the distance.

“Ok ignore that last question.” Paul said. “What the heck happened?”

“We have to go!” Tim said, “Alan just started up his backup plan.”

“What backup plan?” Paul asked. “What happened to the bomb?”

“It won’t detonate for now, the remote was destroyed. It’s on a 2 hour timer now.” Tim replied. “As for his backup plan, he just deployed an out of control giant robot to destroy as much as possible.”

“Why do almost all the bad guys we run into do that?” Dastun said. “We’ve got a problem, Paige is still on her way back.”

“Just tell her to meet you at the station and take Angel with you. Tim and I have to deal with the bomb.” Paul said just before he and Tim left in Paul’s car.

The battle between Big-O and Alan’s abomination was raging just a few miles away just outside the main dome. Alan’s machine looked like a more heavily armed version of the “walking bomb” robot that Roger and Big-O had destroyed some time ago. Perhaps this was an original version that wasn’t made into a walking bomb. However, one can never be too sure.

“I’m pretty sure there aren’t any explosives in that thing but it would be best to be cautious just in case.” Dorothy said.

Dorothy was standing behind Roger with the cables plugged into her forehead. It was much easier to fight this way as it allowed Roger to concentrate all his attention on enemy rather than having to mess around with the radar, damage assessment, ammunition count, and other such “distracting-yet-necessary” functions.

“I just seems too easy to just finish it off right away.” Roger said. “I can’t tell if this is a trap or if he’s just toying with us.”

Roger flipped the switch for the chromebuster. The beam from the chromebuster punched a hole through the enemy with ease.

“Well that was pathetic.” Roger said.
This was a foolish statement because at that moment five or so identical robots emerged from the ground.

“Looks like he’s favoring quantity over quality this time.” Roger commented.

Fighting one at a time was easy, but the sheer number of robots that were showing up made it more difficult than expected. Every time Big-O was able to destroy one, another would rise to take its place. After about half an hour of fighting, Roger was starting to worry.

“How many robots does he have anyway? I don’t think we can’t keep this up for much longer.” Roger said.

As things started to look bad for Roger, Dorothy, and Big-O; a squad of military police tanks were lined up on a nearby street. After Dastun gave the order to open fire, the barrage of explosive shells had taken out three of Alan’s monstrosities.

“Well it’s about time they showed up.” Roger said.

Meanwhile, after Tim and Paul had arrived at JFK Mark hanger 7, it became clear that things weren’t going to be as simple as disarming the bomb. A figure dressed in a red cloak jumped down from roof of the hanger and blocked their way to the entrance.

“That better not be who I think it is!” Paul said.

“Welcome back Tim. I see you brought a friend with you.” R-D said.

“Bad news.” Tim said. “It really is who you think it is.”

“Can’t she just stay dead!” Paul said.

Tim immediately ran forward and gave R-D a few good slashes with his sword. R-D collapsed on to the concrete.

“Well that was quick.” Paul said.

“That was so pointless.” Tim replied. “I wonder who keeps resurrecting this major pain in the ass.”

“Whoever he is, I really want to tie him to the nearest telephone pole upside down and tell every kid in town beat him with a stick.”

“I agree.” Tim said.

to be continued...

Name: Rose
hair color: brown
eye color: green
height: 5'5"
age: 15 ish
Appearance: was mistaken as a boy out in the streets, but now looks like a girl
Personality: tough, willing to do her share
Occupation: sort of like a maid for Roger
Other stuff: has no parents, has lived on the street for years before saving Roger and staying with him, taught herself how to read, write and play the violen that she found
Long term and short term goals: find her own place in the world

Alan Gabriel Returns


Chapter 15: Raven disappears again.

The car ride was very silent. As expected neither Paige nor Raven spoke a word. After a few moments, there was an incoming call on the radio.

“Yes Dastun.” Paige said.

“Paige, we’d better meet back at the station quickly. Some hostile giant robots have appeared near JFK Mark.” Dastun said over the sound of artillery fire in the background.

“What should I do with Ms. Mischief” Paige asked.

“Just give her the check and drop her off somewhere.’ Dastun said.

Paige turned to Raven sitting in the backseat and handed her the check.

“Ok, I have to drop you off somewhere you won’t get noticed. Does any particular place come to mind.” Paige asked.

“Look out!” Raven shouted while pointing to something ahead of the windshield.

Paige quickly set her eyes back on the road but there was nothing there. She noticed a draft coming in from the back seat. When she turned to look back at Raven, the car door was open and she was gone. Paige stopped the car and briefly got out to close the rear door.

“Oh great.” said Paige. “She could have at least closed the door while she was at it."

Meanwhile, Tim and Paul were at hanger 7 dealing with the bomb. Unfortunately, disarming the nuke was getting to be a very nerve-racking business.

“I can’t find the wire.” Paul said as he sat next to the bomb with a wire cutter in one hand.

“We’ve got four hours so we’re not in too much of a hurry.” Tim said.

“I think we’re better off just hacking the thing, it just a big mass of circuit boards in there. The wire that triggers it would be almost impossible to reach anyway.” Paul said as he retrieved his handheld computer from his coat pocket and plugged it into the bomb using a length of wire.

Suddenly the whole hanger shook with the thunder of the battle going on nearby. A few steel beams from the rusty old ceiling broke free and came crashing on the floor near Tim and Paul.

“Could you hurry up a bit, I’m starting to get the feeling we have a lot less time then we thought” Tim said anxiously.

“I’m trying but this is going to take a while.” Paul replied.

A mysterious beeping sound came from the bomb. Both of them froze and stared at the bomb expecting it to suddenly go off, but nothing happened.

“That was creepy.” Tim said.

“Well nothing seems to have happened.” Paul said as he wiped away the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Big-O was still battling the last of Alan’s giant robots with the help of the squad of military police tanks. The fight seemed to be almost over as the robots’ numbers were dwindling. Finally, Big-O took down the last one with a well placed punch.

“Looks like we’re done here.” Roger said. “Any more?”

“No.” Dorothy replied. “That seems to have been all of them.”

Normans image appeared on one of the displays.

“Good work sir” Norman said. “And a congratulations to Dorothy as well.”

“Tell Dastun I appreciated the backup.” Roger said. “We’ll be heading back now.”

“I’ll give Dastun a call right away sir.” Norman said.

Big-O disappeared into the ground again and traveled back to the mansion carried by the subway as usual.

After she got back at the military police headquarters, Paige received yet another call from Dastun.

“What is it?” Paige asked.

“Paige, I need you to take some officers and set up a defensive position on that highway leading from the JFK Mark to the city.” Dastun said. “Tim and Paul seem to have gotten themselves into a tight spot. I can’t do it right now because I have to get these tanks back to headquarters.”

“Consider it done.” Paige replied. “I’ll be over there as soon as I can.”

Tim and Paul being in a tight spot would be a serious understatement. At that moment they were driving down the highway between JFK Mark and Paradigm City at high speed being pursued by what seemed to be an army of robot copies of Alan Gabriel that just so happened to be able to run really fast.

“I never thought I’d be driving down a road at 120 miles per hour with a nuke in the trunk.” Paul said. “Why the heck are we bringing the darn thing into the city?”

“First of all we still have to disarm it.” Tim replied as he launched two energy blasts that took out a few of the Alan copies. “Secondly, if it goes off, I don’t think whether or not it’s in the city would make much of a difference.”

“Good point.” Paul said as he took a peek at the rearview mirror. “I knew Alan was narcissistic but I never thought he’d want to make copies of himself.”

“Just keep driving.” Tim said.

A sense of relief passed over both Tim and Paul once they saw Paige’s squad of troops up ahead. The passed through the gap in the roadblock as a storm of weapons fire made short work of the Alan’s robot clones.

to be continued...


I should have the final chapter up soon.

I hope it's not too late to do this...

Name: Khira Alberio
hair color: Black with silver streaks
eye color: icy blue in one eye, amber in the other.
height: five foot ten inches
age: ???
Appearance: A relatively young looking girl who has bits and pieces of memory. She appears as a fifteen year old girl. Black, shoulder lenghth hair with silver streaks, and different colored eyes, the eyes of the stars Alberio. Slightly pale skin, she is also very tall. A black tatoo covers her back--a tribal-like symbol. There is also a scar on her arm, like someone had taken a knife and slashed from her shoulder to her forearm.
Personality: Khira is very strong willed. She is straightforward, and can be stubborn at times. Very capable, she is can be either easy going or strict and by the book. Most of the time, she has a tendency to be smack in the middle, improvising when needed and going by the book when she feels like it would benefit her. She can also be quite the trouble maker in the boarding school she attends.
Occupation: Soldier. However, she will only fight if she is paid enough (catch my drift...?). She is also a student.
Other stuff: She is an orphan and a partial cyborg. She plays the piano, guitar, and harmonica. She spends most of her time making trouble at her school (i.e. setting off firecrackers in the courtyard) and she is on the track team.
Long term and short term goals: None. She lives in a normal life.

Later days,
Rev

Edit: I guess I'll start mine in this post. ^_^

Prologue

-Could you tell Major Dastun that Roger would like to see him?

-Wait here a sec.

The young girl stands up from the desk and begins to walk to the back of the station. Rookies. No respect... Roger thinks, watching the girl. He notices she is not dressed in the standard uniform of the Paradigm police, but rather is clothed in street clothing--in other words, jeans, a black tank top, and a jeans jacket. She's rather pretty, Roger muses to himself. Her hair is hidden under the black military hat.

-He'll take you now.

-Oh, right, Roger says, snapping out of his thoughts.

-Is something the matter, sir?

-What?

-I asked if something was the matter, sir. You don't seem well.

Her voice is loaded with annoyance as she repeats her question.

Ignorant little...

-No, I'm fine, thanks. What's your name again? You're a rookie here, right?

The girl takes off her glasses and gives Roger a cold stare. Her eyes were of two different colors. Odd he thinks. One is a cold, harsh, bright blue color, like ice, while the other is a shimmering, warm, amber color, yet still gives off a cool sensation. She glares at Roger for a second more, then sits back down.

-I'm not a rookie, and I don't work here.

Whoops. My bad.

-Then why are you behind the counter?

-Because they're paying me to do so.

-Then doesn't that mean you work here?

-No. This is just a one time thing, so I can pay my school fee.

-Isn't that what your parents do?

The girl gives looks up at him again. Don't you need to go see Major Dastun?

-He can wait.

-Look, I don't have parents. Why is it any of your business anyway? So, I have to pay my own way, we all do eventually. I just happen to have to do it a little earlier. It's not really anything rich people like you would understand, Mr. Negotiator.

-Wait, how'd you know--

-I've seen you around my school before. When I was a bit younger. Sheila tells me you negotiated with the megadues before. I'd like you to know she's fine and happy.

Roger gives the girl a funny look as she returns to the paperwork on the desk. After a few moments she looks up at him again.

-Do you need something else?

-Er...no.

He begins to walk away. Half way down the hall, the girl turns to him from her desks and says,

-My name is Khira. Khira Alberio.

Roger stops, turns, smiles at her, and says,

-It's nice to meet you, Khira. My name is Roger Smith.

<TBC>

((I hope this is legal, and if it isn't, my apologies. Mods, just merge my posts, if this double post isn't legal, okay? Thanks.))

Act 1.

<---Roger's Point of View--->

I strolled casually down the hallway, hearing a voice behind me. "My name is Khira. Khira Alberio," the femenine voice says.

I turn and smile at the young girl at the desk. "It's nice to meet you, Khira. My name is Roger Smith," I replied.

She nodded and turned back around, her differently colored eyes reading her paperwork. I returned to walking back to Dan's office, shutting the door behind me. The room was as unorganized as usual, and it irked me slightly, but I had learned to ignore it.

"Hello, Major Dastun," I said. "Nice rookie you've got at the front desk. Interesting enough, to say the least about her."

"She isn't a rookie, and she doesn't officially work here," Dan answered me.

"So I've heard from her. What's she doing behind the counter if she doesn't work here?"

"She's a temporary hire. She's not really supposed to be behind the counter, I'm not sure why she's there. When she is here, she's generally at the shooting range with some of the other guys," Dan said flatly. "She'll only work when she needs money, or if she's bored. It's rather annoying. We send her on on-man...er, woman missions."

"I see. Who is she?"

"An orphan. She's not on any of the records."

"Ah, I see," I said again.

"Said the blind man," the same voice came from behind me.

I turned to find Khira standing at the doorway, arms crossed. She held out a packet to Dan. "Here. I'd like my pay check now, thanks. I need to pay the school still, you know."

"You'll get it, you'll get it," Dan answered. He scratched his bald head. "Look, Alberio, why don't you just join the police? Instead of all this paperwork you've got to fill out just to get a stupid paycheck."

"Because I don't feel like being military dog. I may be a soldier, but I'm a soldier of my own will," she said simply.

I stood quietly and watched the scenes unfold. Then she said something that surprised me a little.

"Besides, I don't like half the dirty work you do for Alex Rosewater," she finished. "It's 'tarded, and not something I really like to do."

I touched her shoulder, so she turned and looked at me with her sparkling eyes. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, curiously.

She shrugged my hand off. "Don't you dare touch me. It's none of your business, negotiator. Haven't you pried your way into my life enough already?"

She turned on her heel and disappeared through the door. Dan scratched his head again. "Oh boy..."

"She's Miss Sunshine, isn't she?" I said.

"Most definitely. Anyway, what were you in here for?"

<---End of Roger's Point of View--->
<---Start of Khira's POV--->

I sighed as I stepped outside, taking off my hat. I knew I wouldn't get my paycheck for a little while. It'll take some explaining to the dean of the school, but he'd probably hold it off anyway. He keeps trying to tell me that I've been paid off by him, but I'd rather pay it off myself. I don't like the idea of someone doing something for me because they pity me. I kicked a tin can, sending it flying a short ways down the sidewalk.

I stopped in front of the large gates of the boarding school, looking up at it with empty eyes. This was my home for now, until I graduated, two years from now. The entire courtyard was the color of autumn, the artificial trees turning brown, orange, and red. I turned away and continued down the street, stepping into the Speakeasy.

"Hey Khira," the bartender said ((A/N: I don't remember the bartender's name...)). "You know you're still too young to drink, right?" he asked jokingly.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "Just some soda's fine."

"Right, right," he said. He poured some soda into a glass and handed it to me as I sat down and glanced around.

I could recognize some boys in the corner, playing pool and hustling money from other men. I went over and joined them, watching and laughing. All of it was so artificial to me. The bell jingled again, signifying another visitor. I narrowed my eyes and glanced around, finding the negotiator again. My glass clinked against the wood as I turned away and went back out the door.

<---End of Khira's POV--->

Roger watched as Khira set her glass down and went back outside. Was it because I got here? he wondered, slightly bewildered.

He went back outside, watching the girl cross the street. He began to follow her--recklessly, not noticing the car. Khira turned around, and her eyes filled with horror. She could remember everything so clearly once again, and without thinking about it, she ran out and pushed Roger back towards the sidewalk. There was a sickening thud, and pain shot up Khira's leg and lower abdomen. For a moment, all went dark.

Roger stood up and rushed to the girl's side. She was bleeding, covered in cuts. It was as if her bones had just crushed beneath the car. "Call an ambulance!" he shouted at some passerbys.

Khira opened her eyes. "N-n..Negotiator..."

She could see his face swim in and out of focus. She felt a droplet hit her cheek. "Is it...raining?"

"No."

"Oh..."

For a moment, she smiled at him and grimaced, her world going black.

<TBC>

It's ok if you double post when posting something long like a fanfic. All that text probably wouldn't fit in one post anyway.



Alan Gabriel Returns

Chapter 16: There's always time for fun.

Roger, Dorothy, Tim, Paige, Dastun, and Paul all sat at a table in the Smith Mansion. After disarming the bomb, Paul had come back with specific instructions on how to dispose of it. The cleanup crew had already gotten rid of the remains of both Alan’s robot clones and his army of giant toy-looking robots.

“The search party still hasn’t found Alan.” Dastun said. “We don’t know if he’s dead or if he’s in hiding.”

“He shouldn’t be that much of a problem.” Roger said. “Without the funding from Arthur Nalnuk, he won’t have the resources needed to pull off a big stunt like this anytime soon.”

“But what about Arthur and James.” Paige asked curiously. “Who or what were those guys.”

“I have a hard time believing what happened with those two.” Roger said. “I mean, the odd conversation, then flash of light and they were gone, it was very strange and surreal.”

“They were friends.” Dorothy said in a strangely monotone voice. “Two friends who had started a war many years ago. Two immortal beings doomed to repeat their battle for many centuries to come.”

“What?” Everyone else said in astonishment.

“What do you mean?” Tim said.

“I’m not sure.” Dorothy said, seemingly returning to her normal self. “It was some faint memory. I’m not sure of its significance.”

‘I do remember that a man named Parkreiner played a big part in starting a war many years before the event.” Tim said. “I don’t recall any specifics at the moment though.”

At that moment the doorbell rang. Norman went over to who it was.

“There is a package for you master Roger” Norman said as he brought the box to the table.

The group sat their silently staring at the package. It was from James Parkreiner. Roger finally reached over to grab it and hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid to open it, pulled off some of the packing tape. There was a note inside.

“Dear friends.” Roger read the note out loud. “I apologize for putting you all in that perilous situation. You were mere innocent bystanders who were dragged into a conflict that had nothing to do with you in the first place. Normally this doesn’t happen, but my friend Arthur doesn’t always play by the rules. Sincerely, James Parkreiner.”

Inside the box there was a wooden chessboard with the somewhat amusing phrase “There’s always time for fun, it’s Friday night.” Printed in gold letters on the back.

We have come to terms...



Well that was fun. If anyone has any questions or comments on my fic then you can either post here or PM me. I'd like some feedback so I know how well I'm doing. Like I said before, I'm usually not a very good writer.