A Totally Spies! Fan-Fic

[Muzzleruffels]

Totally Spies! in: Robo-Imposter Much?
A Fan-Fic by Muzzleruffels

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The soothing air of Hawaiian summer was everywhere in the small town of Ohnawala, its gentle breeze carrying with it a strong mix of salt and sand, foretellers of the suburbs' close proximity towards the ocean. The beaches close by were filled with scores of people, mostly teens chilling and surfing amongst their own, and a family or two simply enjoying the Pacific sun. Nearby was a dense tropical forest, its massive trunks and lush greenery what surrounded most of the town.
And, it was this, matched with the gated fence which kept Ohnawala near-unoccupied.

The town had no populace to it; not a soul was allowed in under the strict precautions of the signs labeled "KEEP OUT! US GOV. PROPERTY" nailed all over the fence wires. Even without a population to put it to use the town structures and brickwork would surely suffer the pains of natural abandonment, yet everything within the fenced walls held a strange sort of......pristinity to it.

The streets were clean, the pavement free of cracks and weeds, and even the paint itself seemed just as fresh as the day it was put on. Although the structures were few, just five shops between a small house and a gas station, all appeared to be well-kept; even their windows were nicely washed. It was as if the entirety of Ohnawala was forever frozen in time, untouched, and unknown.

That is until three pink parachutes slowly descended upon the town, their cargo gently landing feet-first on the asphalt of the compunds' largest street. With them, all the silence that Ohnawala could ever offer, would be lost.

"Ugh! This stupid harness keeps riding up my suit! Alex, can you give a girl a hand?"

Alex, a dark-skinned girl with a black trim-cut, helped her blonde-haired friend out of the unneeded parachute harness, and as soon as she was done began removing her own. She observed her surroundings as she undid the harness, noting how the perfect but vacant buildings gave her an uneasy feeling.

"This place gives me the creeps. Are you guys sure this is where we're supposed to be?"

Sam, the leader of the group, looked at her friend to reassure her this was the spot.

"This is it girls. Remember what Jerry said back at HQ: To find the source of the signal they picked up earlier in this exact location. We'll look in every building if we have to. Clover, do you have the radio scanner?"

"Like of course I do. Let me just pull it out a sec."

Clover wiped her blonde hair, a hand reaching for the pocket tucked within her slim, red bodysuit. They all wore the same kind of suit, only Sams was green and Alexs' was yellow, yet all three were equally fitting to their figures regardless of the bold hues. It didn't take Clover long to pull the scanner out, designed to look and fit the form of a folding makeup case.

She gave it to Sam, who didn't take long to activate the hands-on device, a shimmering waveform appearing on the mirrors' surface. A small blipping sound began to occur, and as the scanner turned direction, its frequency began to increase.

"According to the scanner, the most probable source of the signal must be somewhere around..........there!"

Sam pointed towards the closest structure, the largest of the towns shops, which caused the scanner to blare immensley; Clover was the most annoyed by this, and as kindly as she could pleaded to shut the thing off.

"Okay, okay, we found the source! Just shut the thing off, will you?!"

Sam closed the scanner, silencing it, and pointed to the building saying, "You know the drill girls: Let's go in and get this over with." Alex couldn't be anymore happier.

"Good! The sooner we're done the sooner we leave this weird place."

The trio dashed for the store, their built-in high-heels clicking on the pavement with each stride. They pushed aside the glass doors, a bell overhead ringing as they did so; it was a small detail Alex caught wind of, and began to question as she and her friends observed the establishments peculiar vacancy.

"Why would an empty shop need a bell?"

Neither Sam nor Clover responded, appearing to be infactuated by the strange.........familiarity the place seemed to withhold.

It was a salon, with rows of cushioned recliners and hair-dryers matched with their own counters and mirrors, all positioned behind a very open counter. Sharing the appearences of outside, everything was as clean as it was new; even the tiled flooring seemed well-polished.

The three girls tried piecing together where'd they'd seen this before, when suddenly a figure emerged from the right of the counter saying,

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

All three girls latched onto each other and gave out a short shriek, a scene that did not phase the mysterious woman as she continued,

"Please enter your: name."

She wore a business suit and skirt, the shirt more red than Clovers' own skin-tight wear. And like Clover her hair was blonde, only long and styled into large, springing curls, organized by a single, black hairband. But the odd pair of seam-lines on her neck alluded to her not being what she seemed, and the panel that opened on her chest, exposing machinery underneath and taking red-cloth with it, was clear enough an answer. The underside was a keyboard, and a camera within the chest displayed a holographic screen, the light shining green underneath a beautiful yet expressionless visage; its vacant eyes the same colour as the display.

The girls swiftly regained their composure, having recognized who this 'woman' was; although she was still abit freaked out, Alex was the first to respond.

"Hey, isn't that the receptionist from that Mega-Mani mission we did a few years back? You know, the one that Clover
broke?"

"Yeah, along with all of Mega-Mani Manias' property simply out of hypnotic-induced rage? You really must've been mad not getting that manicure, huh?"

Sams' remark did well-enough to anger Clover, yet tried(vainly) to conceal it as she walked over to the counter to fulfill the hopes of an unlikable memory.

"Oh, please! You know I always wanted that mani, and if it weren't for this stupid machines' schedule I might have gotten it! Besides, it's not like history's gonna repeat itself. Watch."

Both Sam and Alex tried to object as their friend typed her name away on the robots' keyboard, presumably as she had done all those years ago, but she would not be swayed so easily, especially if she was demanding better results.
When she finished, the receptionist answered,

"Your: Mega-Mani: is scheduled for: today."

Alex and Sams' eyebrows arched at the response, their friend facing them with a coyish smirk on her face.

"I told you girls; history is like, not gonna repeat itself."

The hologram switched off as the chest-piece closed back up, and the receptionist began walking towards the far-end of the salon, her heels clicking quietly on the stores' polished floors. With a proud Clover leading, and the other two following with caution, the three girls followed the robot along. When they reached the door in the back of the room, the receptionist turned the metallic handle, and upon pulling it open looked at the girls with her static eyes and said,

"Please enter the: elevator."

All that could be seen was a small closet, occupied by a mop and shelves of cleaning bottles; the space was so small that all three girls fitting inside seemed like a challenge. Justfully so, they glanced at the receptionist quizically, who regardless of their looks told the girls in the same monotone,

"Please enter the: elevator."

Being the one up-front, Clover uneasily stepped into the closet, making sure to be nowhere near to potentially disgusting mop on the right wall; which was unneeded, seeing as it, like everything else here, seemed brand new. Next was Sam, who had no trouble standing next to the mop, yet found it difficult to duck underneath the overhead shelf of cleaning products. Last was Alex who, with hesitation, stood directly in the middle of the room, the space between them all just barely managable.

Luckily for them, the receptionist would not be joining, for she gently closed the door behind them. Although on the other side of the door, and no longer able to see them, the emotionless robot spoke her final word to them.

"Thank you. Please have a: nice stay."

Before the girls could even object, the closet briefly shook, the lightbulb above them turning on as the sounds of machinery could be heard from behind the walls. They could feel the weight slightly shifting about them, and the faint tug of gravity pushing them downwards.

They were descending.

Clearing her throat, Alex looked to Sam for comfort, waiting for her to part a strand of long, red hair from her face before asking, "Do you...do you think this might be a trap?"

Sam exchanged glances between Clover and Alex, who likewise did so with each other, and seemingly after an eternity she answered,

"Yeah; definitely a trap."

In short time, the elevator had apparently reached the bottom, the closet door opening on its own to what seemed to be a long, metallic corridor; but the lighting was so bad, that the girls could hardly make anything out. Alex reached into her pocket, pulling out a stick of lipbalm, and handed it over to Sam. She twisted the bottom, activating the built-in flashlight, and with caution, stepped out the closet.

One by one they left the elevator, with Sam leading as she scanned the floors and walls of the long corridor for anything unusual; unfortunately, nothing but concrete and tiled paneling could be seen. Frustrated, she handed Alex the scanner, reactivating it to once more find the source of the signal; albeit on a quieter tone, for Clovers' sake.

"Why would that recepto-bot be back here in one piece, and working here of all places? You think they're building a Mega-Mani here, if so, I call first dibs."

"Clover, now's not the time to go off-track; and I highly doubt anyone in their right mind would build a nail salon here of all places."

Sam was right, but even she couldn't help but linger on the fact that: if this wasn't in anyway related to that manicure chain, than what was one of their robots doing here?

They were now coming upon a large door at the end of the hall, its dull-steel plates illuminated by the flickering lights above. Other than a single, small orb built into the center, its surface was entirely featureless, with not a lock or bolt to be seen. Sam was already juggling the numbers as they approached it, and deemed it to definitely be top-notch security.

Luckily they were spies, and security was nothing they couldn't get through; or in this case, 'melt through'.

"Alex, reach into my back pocket and get my lipstick."

She obliged, digging into the back compartment of Sams' jumpsuit, not without giving a remark of her own. "First you tell Clover not to diddle around and now you wanna put on some makeup?"

"Yeah, I totally agree with Alex; what gives, Miss Hypocrite?"

Sam didn't turn as she answered, and frankly, she didn't need to. "We're going to cut through using the laser stick. Alex, can you start where my light is, right over there?"

Alex, with lipstick in hand, made her way towards the bottom of the large door, Sams' light shining directly underneath the glass orb. As she kneeled down, twisting the bottom of the stick until a small *hum* could be heard; she couldn't help but wonder though, if there really was a better way.

"Can't we try, I don't know, 'knocking' first?"

Clover stepped upfront, squeezing the hips of her suit as she remarked at such silly an idea.

"Alex, come on. Do you really think someone's just gonna open the door outta the blue with no probs by saying something like, I don't know, 'please let us in'?"

*KLANG*

The pops and clicks of metal and gears sounded from the door, the mechanisms within shifting about until a low, groaning could be heard. Wisely, Alex stepped away, for now the door began parting down the middle, with each half sliding to the end of their adjucent wall; the orb remain in full on the left panel, and now glowed a faint red.
All eyes gazed onto Clover, who couldn't help but puff her cheeks up as a sense of embarassment.

"Okay, okay, I wasn't hoping to be right; at least we got our work cut out for us."

She smiled at the last part, and, in silent admittance that their work was 'indeed' cut out for them, Alex and Sam smiled too.

But it wasn't to last, for now they could see that which laid behind the massive doors: A lab, far bigger than the doors that protected it, and far cleaner and more occupied than the town that concealed it. The floors were, like the salon above, polished; even the walls were formed from what appeared to be a smooth plastic, which loomed almost thirty feet above them.

Sam shut off the flashlight, it now useless as the room was fully illuminated by dozens of overhead lamps, and gestured to the other two silently commanding, "Alright; Alex, make sure that laser's armed, and follow me. Clover, check the scanner; I think we're getting close."

Alex handed the scanner over to Clover, who although wasn't too happy manning the annoying thing, wanted to find that source and get clear out of here; they all did, with what occupied the lab being key reason.

There were tables everywhere, and on these tables, were robots.

The girls passed by all these tables, rows of five or so as they searched the room, and they all saw the strange variety of these robots and the varied conditions they were all in.

Some were metal skeletons, or fully fabricated bodies covered in skin or clothing; yet all of them were, as Sam uncomfortably noted, female in their overall design. Some were either folded up or sprawled out, laid flat on the table or propped up against one other; and all of them were, as Clover huffed from relief, completely deactivated. Some were brand new, some were broken with a limb missing or skin torn or simply disassembled; but all of them were, as Alex began to realize it, familiar.

She didn't know why, but they all seemed familiar to her. A head of bubblegum pink hair caught her eye, and pointing over in its direction asked Clover, "Hey, isn't that the secretary they gave you when you were promoted?"

Both Clover and Sam looked where Alex pointed, their attention soon grasped by the figure that laid flat on a nearby table. It was indeed Virtualoso, as she was called back at WHOOP, her lower half missing with nothing but a bundle of cables and wires remaining. Even without that detail, Virtualoso was more clearly a machine than the Mega-Mani receptionist, the seam lines under her eyes and on her neck a dead giveaway. She stared at the ceiling with vacant, purple eyes, her mouth slightly parted open by the cable stuffed in.

Clover walked over to the table while the others stayed, wanting to make sure if this really was her; it was a pointless question, and one far more unimportant than the one at-hand. She though to herself, 'If WHOOP didn't know about this place, then why is she here'? While pondering this, she looked over at the two tables in-front, and found what occupied them deadeningly familiar.

"Hey! Those are the robots that airline creep had as stewardesses!"

Now Sam and Alex were curious as they paced their way towards Clover, and when they got there they knew she was right, it was the android stewardesses; and all were left in the same exact condition as the last time they met.

All of them were there, wearing their maroon-blue, short-skirted uniforms; and all of them brunette, strange to note. The one in the ponytail who Clover first fought, her face still detached to reveal a grinning, metallic maw, and gritted with extinguisher fluid. The scraggly-haired one who Clover had also broken, her armless stumps protruding torn cables. The one Sam had cut in two was piled there, and the only one left fully intact was the one Alex sprayed water on, her face frozen in an angry, growling stare.

Alex looked over at the table behind them, relieved to find literally nothing but piles of scrap, yet was soon discouraged by what lay amongst the powdery junk heap: a single, yellow pompom. Another table simply had tubes of pink foam in them, with a blob of chrome here and there. She didn't feel like looking at anymore tables, the answer was clear enough.

"Guys, I think these are all androids we've faced before. Every single one of them."

"I agree with you, Alex. But why here, and why doesn't WHOOP know if we're involved? Clover, are any of these robots the source of our signal?"

"Ugh, not yet Sam. This stupid scanner's all over the place. You know, it's just beeping around like........"

She paused, and both girls turned to Clover as they exclaimed in unison, "Like what?"

A thought dawned onto Clover, and in a panic she looked all around the room, gazing at the dozens of tables all around them, all of them occupied by machines. She spun the scanner here, pointed it there, and the result was always the sam. There was no other explanation to it, the realization of it causing her to drop the scanner onto the floor. She looked at her friends, and slowly, steadily said,

"Like, they're all the source of the signal."

*THUNK*

Before another sound was made, all the lights in the room had suddenly shut off, thrusting the girls into complete darkness. And in the darkness, footsteps could be heard.

------------TO BE CONTINUED------------

Hey guys.

Sorry I had to cut this into two parts, but I'm suffering through some rough weather right now, and I wanted to post what I had polished just incase things get so bad that my net's knocked out and I have to delay the whole story again. If things are clear, I can get the other half out in a day or two.

Other than that, I hope you guys enjoy Part 1: and for anyone who'se going through the same weather as I am, I hope you stay safe and warm.

[--NightBattery--]

the poll tendency was extremely expected.
And i have two theories about the possible ending if it is based on poll results:
[spoiler– highlight to see]
1. they are all androids and they are about to be decomissioned and stored
2. they are human girls and they are about to be robotized or replaced in a stepford way

good luck with climate change muzzle.
R E G A R D S

[LongTimeLurker]

I'm glad to see the stewardesses and secretary again

And I hope your weather improves!

[N6688]

"Like, they're all the source of the signal."

When i red that line at the EXACT same moment there was a sudden burst of thunder right outside my window.
It scared me half to death

[FaceoffFembot]

Alright, you got me hooked.

[zerodin]

Vewy vewwwwwwwy intewesting...

[Muzzleruffels]

"Like, they're all the source of the signal."

When i red that line at the EXACT same moment there was a sudden burst of thunder right outside my window.
It scared me half to death

Don't you love it when that happens, whenever you're reading and you get to that dramatic highpoint, and then suddenly something from the outside world immerses the tension. Glad I gave you that moment.

Also as an update, my internet isn't doing so good, but I'm pushing to release Part 2 this Friday. Until then, thank you all for enjoying the first half, and I can't wait to show you the second.

[Muzzleruffels]

Part 2
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"Girls, form up! Stick close!"

Despite the lack of vision, Sams' command was nonetheless fulfilled by her friends, for they needed to stay together for whatever threat awaited in the dark; which wasn't being very stealthy, as the clamouring of metal was clearly audible through the pitch black. Luckily for them, this darkness was only momentary, but nonetheless the girls were welcomed by an unexpected surprise the second the overhead flourescents came on.

"Ummm guys..........is that..."

There was no reason for Clover to point at the three figures standing twenty feet infront of them, they were eye-catching enough as it is; after all, they looked just like them.

The resemblance was uncanny as Sam, Clover and Alex could tell little difference between themselves and the three 'others'. The redheads' hair was of the same length as Sams, the blondes was in the same style as Clovers' do, and Alex thought she was meeting a twin-sister she never knew; they even wore identical matching jumpsuits, down to the heels and pockets themselves.

It couldn't be really said what unnerved the girls the most: the fact that they were staring at three exact copies of themselves, or the fact that those exact copies were staring back, glaring at them with cold, lifeless eyes; probably the only off-putting trait between them all.

"So what do ya think of them? Nice, no doubt?" The speaker stepped out from behind the three clones, a young-looking fellow who Sam immediantly recognized.

"Hey, I know you!" You used to work of WHOOP, didn't you?!"

He chuckled at the remark, giving the pointing Sam a sailors' salute as he took the pleasure of correcting her. "Technically I still work at WHOOP, as you clearly no not. After all, I do have alot of work on my hands, cleaning up your messes and all."

Clover gazed at the strange man, no doubt trying to her hide a blush or so from a face that didn't look half-bad, if not for the dramatic white labcoat he wore. No doubt though, she too remembered this guy from somewhere before, and the answer would have come to her head if Alex hadn't snapped her fingers and blurted out first.

"Yeah, I remember now! You're one of the guys who collects evidence after our missions, aren't you?!"

With a quick *clap*, the man pointed towards Alex with a bright smile, cheerfully proclaiming to "Give this girl a round of applause, because that's exactly who I am: Blake Ford, the very same Ford who'se been moping up after you three for the past five years! Potentially more if you survive the day."

The man manuevered around the duplicates, and as he leaned against the 'other' Sams' shoulder, her counterparts' deduction came to the most logical conclusion.

"And I suppose, this is the explanation for all our past robo-encounters being stored here?"

"Correct; but honestly, can you blame a technophiliac like myself for taking on such a wonderful opportunity? With every one of your......'robo-encounters', I was able to collect a trophy of my own. From the Bling-Jet case to the Mega-Mani fiasco, every one of those missions has allowed me to perfect my craft in every way possible; even (insert bad here)'s work helped my fluid hydraulic designs."

Sam was getting uncomfortable by how his shoulder passionately pressed into her copies' own, and felt even more so when he now had a hand cupping the doubles' breasts; it didn't help that they were covered, either. Regardless, the newly-dubbed 'pervert' continued his speech.

"My machines are near-perfect; what you all look upon now are merely the Mark One models of my line of Robo-Spies! And now, to complete my work, I simply need one last ingredient for my next variation..."

Fords' hand free from fondling, the man parted two of his fingers, and pointed them towards the direction of the real girls.

"You."

What followed next happened so quick. Before they could barely react, the girls' counterparts strode past their maker, and leapt straight for their designated targets, literally clearly thirty feet of distance; fortunately, Sam had a very quick reaction time.

"Girls, break!"

Where the girls once stood, a small crater now marked their place, the heels of their makers pressing deep into the shattered tiles and crumbled concrete. Clover, Alex and Sam had managed to dodge this furocious attack, and now had to deal with their robotic counterparts, for both sides were now split amongst their significant other.

Clover was the first to be attacked directly, the android double delivering a flurry of kicks to which she could barely manage dodging; one such swing nearly grazed the sides of her suit. In a panic she tried to hide underneath one of the tables, in the hopes that her fake would follow after; the response was a table being tossed thirty feet across the room, nearly hitting the unphased, singular spectator to this show.

"Careful now, nobody wants to get hurt here."

Fords' remark gave Clover an idea, and all she had to do was wait for the droid to get in range, and the opportunity couldn't have come sooner. As the Clover clone came in for another row of swings, the genuine article quick-stepped to the side and pressed the scanner right into the robots ear; and with no hesitation, set the volume to MAX.

The other Clover could do nothing but stand there, her eyes darting in every direction possible, her face switching through an assortment of facial expressions, many of which could be associated with confusion. Her arms twitched, trying in vain to cover the sides of her head, a steady ploom of smoke forming around them. A spark and a *POP* later, and the droid fell on its back, smoke rising from parted, glossy lips.

Clover smirked at the man, who simply waved at the victor of one fight, before pointing to the other two.

Sams' copy appeared very keen on scratching her eyes off, for many times a pair of green-gloved claws swung for her head; and with each miss, the volly became increasingly aggressive. Luckily, she managed to make space between herself and her double behind a table, its surface occupied by an assortment of tools and supplies. Still, this did not stop the robot from striking across, but it did give Sam a chance to spot a red cylinder hiding amongst the heap of junk.

Before the next wave of strikes could come about, she grabbed the cylinder from out the pile, and with it swung hard at the doubles' face, knocking it clean off.

She glanced down at that which now settled onto the tables' surface, staring at the same visage she knew as her own. It just sat there like a plastic halloween mask, its features so detailed and lifelike, but its eyes and mouth hollow and open; looking up, she soon saw what was a 'real' fright. It was like staring at your own skeleton, only one of metal and wires, its rubbery gums and pearly-white teeth tapered by a plastic maw. The eyes added to the creep factor, acting as massive orbs that stared unblinking toward their human counterpart.

The machine seemed tranced, and before it could get a chance to swing again, Sam realized that the cylinder was red for a reason. She aimed the fire extinguisher at the droids' exposed innards, and fired a stream of fluid into its' face.

At first it tried to wipe the foam away, but eventually its liquid properties began to take their toll on the exposed machinery, resulting in what would be its innevitable doom. It twitched, shuttered and spat, and pressed its arms so deeply into the table that its palms actually bent its metallic surface. Eventually, it would cease to function, its body slumping over the table, its suit punctured by whatever sharp objects lay there.

Sam ignored the now slain machine, and instead glanced across at Clover, who was pressing the scanner against her copies' ear. She was relieved when she saw that it was the double twitching with agony and not her friend, but she couldn't help but look over to see if Alex needed any help. Clearely, she did not.

Before the fake Alex could even lunge or dodge, the other remembered something fairly simple: she was the one with the laser-stick; and by all means, she was going to use it. Without holding back, she pointed it at the imposters' stomach, and fired straight through.

The double froze for a moment, but never bothered to stare down at the gaping hole now occupying its own sternum, its circumference filled with melting plastic and frayed wires, and framed by burnt yellow rubber. Instead it just stared straight ahead, as it fell onto its knees, and as another blast came clean through the forehead; the resulting explosion, was surely the end of it.

Sam looked at what remained, or to better put it, what didn't.

The body stood only halfway, its neck nothing but a stump of fried metal and wires, and spilling out faint sparks. The arms barely twitched, but when they did they grew fainter, until they finally drooped down the sides. When no more sparks came, it finally slumped forward, its breasts pressing into its legs, its back as flat as a board. A faint trickle of fluid poured from the neck, pooling before the victorious Alexs' feet.

She looked across at Sam, witnessing as her double fell over on a table, the real one triumphant. Together they watched as Clover 'soundly' defeated her copy, and soon enough, all of the robot clones were destroyed, and they themselves the victors. Together, they made their way towards the now defenseless Ford, who to their surprise did not try running, or hiding; but instead, clapping.

"Bravo ladies, bravo. With skills like that, you'd be better off working for me. But, it seems that you will regardless, seeing as my Mark Threes need your DNA for their skin coverings; and of course other........reasons."

Even though three, hostil-looking girls were making their way towards him, he bore no signs of fear; Clover realized that, if anything, he was beaming confidence.

"Oh, please! Do you really think you can honestly replace the three of us with your clunky, plastic knock-offs?"

"Well why not? I'm already a third of the way there."

"What are you talking abou..*hugh*"

Clover felt a heavy blow to the back of her head, and after giving one weak step tumbled onto the white tiles with a heavy thud. Sam could only pay attention to her friend hitting the floor on her front-side, before she too suffered a heavy concussion. She toppled backwards, having the small grace of falling ontop of Clover, and given the opportunity to see her attacker one final word, before she too fell into darkness.

"Ho.............How......."

Alex was the last one standing, looming over those who thought of her as their closest friend; although she herself was never such a thing, Alex, the real Alex, had and always would be. Ford walked over towards her, offering her a hand of congratulations. Her face beeming, she eagerly accepted.

"Nice work, Al. Did they ever expect a thing back at WHOOP?"

Blushing at her maker, 'Alex' sheepishly answered, "Not at all; I don't think my own mom even knew."

"Good."

Spotting it, Ford plucked the tube of lipstick right out of her hands, and paced around the unconscious forms of Clover and Sam with it; Alex didn't mind, she knew what was coming next.

"Now I've got to get these two ready for their gene swab. And you, my dear, are out of the job."

She was cheerful, despite the inevitable, waving him off as she joyfully replied, "It's okay; after all, I am a Mark Two, but it's the Three that matters most."

"True."

He knew how these sticks worked, he saw dozens of them back at the R&D of WHOOP, as exampled by the soft hum that now emitted from the device as he armed it. Pointing it at Alex, who made no efforts to move or duck, simply smiled as he gave her a wink and one final farewell.

"Goodbye Alex."

"Goodbye Master. And good lu.*ZAP*"

The neon-red beam hit its mark, cleaning straight through the synthetic flesh and metallic hosing of Alexs' neck, before leaving a cinge mark in the nearby wall. The beam stopped, leaving them both standing there for what seemed like a minute in absolute silence, until finally, it was broken by the sound of Alexs' head tumbling onto the floor, and rolled at the Fords' feet.

He stared not at the head at his feet, but at the body that still stood on its own, showing no signs of toppling over from its weight or lack of balance. He watcted as not sparks, but soft streams of hydraulic fluid gushed out the burned stump, noting how the pink liquid sat and flowed across the yellow contours of its jumpsuit.

The man left it there, hoping it wouldn't fall, for he knew that there was work which needed to be done.

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One Month Later

Ford laughed at the debriefing file, the seventh one for the seventh mission completed by WHOOP team Sam, Clove and Alex this month alone. He already finished reading it, and sat it down against the left-side of his massive bean-chair, placed in the middle of what he called his 'recreational room'.

It had taken a week to complete them: perfect replications of three of WHOOPs' most talented spies, only now they would secretly serve him when and how so desired. Unlike his previous creations, these were Mark Threes, utilizing the very memories and DNAof the original spies themselves; that, of course, was thanks to that (insert l8r) mission five years back.

He couldn't kill the originals, of course, he may still need their living cells for another project or something along those lines; no, they were safely packed away, stored in cryogenic tubes if ever he may need them. And he was going to, if he was ever going to have some 'fun' around here, again. However for that, he'd have to wait another week to finish up his second, more will-less variants of his Mark Threes.

Until then, he still had this.

"Come here. Time for some more makeout time."

Reaching over to the right, he pulled the decapitated head of the Alex Two onto his lap, the same one he destroyed almost a month ago. It was smiling at him, staring forward with its dull, brown eyes set in light-dark skin. Her hair wasn't harmed by the laser, still retaining its smooth, cut black hairdo; her neck however, was, and although he couldn't do anything 'that' extreme, he could still do this.

Unabashed, he pressed his lips into those of the artificial head, his tongue digging deeply into the reddish silicone and gliding upon the white, acrylic pearls within; every inch of her mouth, inside and out, was all made by him. And as he pulled away from it, with nothing but a trail of his own saliva linking the two, the man couldn't help but chuckle.

It was thanks to her, that all of this was possible.

Ford would do a full hour of kissing his creations' head, before he would resume his work on the real deal; all three of them.

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I warned you, never trust those sleepers.

What did you guys think of this story? If you like it, I can definitely do some more fan-fics in the future.

To those who followed through, thank you very much. As usual, any comments are welcome.

[Muzzleruffels]

Just a quick update for anybody interested: I'll be off the site for three weeks after this weekend to tend to some family stuff. So I won't be able to follow on my 'story every 2 weeks' quota or answer any mail.

If anybody needs to tell me something, please message me before the weekends' up, or else wait until I come back.

Thanks:)

[bhyasuda]

That was well done. I didn't actually expect the "Alex as a sleeper" angle, but it made the story more interesting. I would definitely read more of these fanfics.

[Muzzleruffels]

That was well done. I didn't actually expect the "Alex as a sleeper" angle, but it made the story more interesting. I would definitely read more of these fanfics.

I feel like I can do better, but nonetheless thank you for enjoying it; and I can assure you the next fanfic will be alto better than this one.

Anyways, thank you all for reading, and I'll see you all again in about three weeks:)