Forge: Super Spy
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution, Charmed, the Misfits, Pirates of the Carribean, or a crossover with a certain Nikelodeon show (a somewhat AU version thereof). The Alternate Universe World War II where some of my characters come from is owned by me and can be explored in all my Charmed fanfics starting with Journey of a Halliwell. Also, the part of the chapter that describes the alternate World War II took place a few weeks before Forge had been sent on his mission.
Summary: Xavier sends Forge on a secret mission to the California town of Paradise Valley to investigate aberrant signals in the area. Forge stumbles upon a secret war being fought in the town between rival intelligence agencies from another universe.
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"Forge," Beast said as he gingerly entered Forge's lab, one never knew what might shock, explode, inflame or electrify.
"Yeah?" The Native American inventor replied, "Beast before you get too mad, I didn't have anything to do with the walking cherry bombs in your twinkie stash."
"This is far more important. The Professor wants to see you right now..." Beast began.
"Listen, if this is about the wind up can can dancing doll that shoots electrical sparks, I'm sorry."
"Forge, this is about more than your insane birdbrain and often destructive experiments." Beast said, "This is an important mission and..." A dawning moment of comprehension hit the Beast just then, his eye twitched involuntarily as veins popped from his furry neck, "What was that about my twinkie stash!?"
"Uh oh, gotta go, see the professor and all!" Forge said and ran like a fox with his tail lit on fire straight to the Professor's office.
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Professor Xavier watched as the harried looking Native American inventor, Forge entered. "Ah, Forge, I see you heard my message."
"Listen, I'm so sorry about..." Forge began.
"Forge, for once I'm not referring to your inventions which have caused more than their fair share of grief..." Xavier began.
"YAAARRRGGGHHH!!" Beast's scream echoed through the halls of the Institute.
"Please tell Beast I'm sorry about the walking cherry bombs..." Forge began.
"There is a mission, one that I believe you are best suited for." Xavier began.
"Professor, what exactly are you talking about?" Forge asked.
"There were some aberrant readings I have been receiving through Cerebro through the years, they seemed to stop for a few years, but lately they have been starting again. Emanating from Paradise Valley, California." Xavier said, "It's a small town, built around a chemical plant. The strange readings are coming from a young lady named Alex Mack. Her sister, Annie works as an intern at the Paradise Valley Chemical Plant, where her parents work as chemists."
"OK, but why me?" Forge asked.
"I want you to infiltrate the plant, undercover as a fellow intern. With your knowledge of the sciences and your quick thinking and, er...inventiveness..."
BOOM!
"FORGE!!" Scott screamed, "MORE OF YOUR WALKING CHERRY BOMBS JUST BLEW OFF A TREE LIMB WHICH LANDED ON MY CAR!!"
"As I was saying you have a perfect mix of attributes that would benefit you on this mission. I have written you glowing references and a close friend of mine is an influential member of the Paradise Valley Chemical Plant's board of directors." Xavier began.
"And what's my mission?" Forge asked.
"I want you to investigate and report on the readings, and see if you can't convince Ms. Mack to join us." Xavier began.
A long silence filled the room before Forge asked, "When do I leave?"
"My limo will take you to the airport." Xavier replied, "Get packed quickly. Your plane for California leaves at four-thirty in the afternoon."
Little did anyone realize a certain green parrot with a small mini-disc recorder and a teleportation device was hiding up in the rafters. "Juicy..." Polly the Parrot said as he tapped the small button on his teleportation harness.
Forge nodded and walked out of the room. He packed his backpack, a well built hiking backpack, and a larger suitcase. He headed downstairs towards the front yard into the limo and very likely among the more terrifying moments of his life.
As he opened the back door he saw Kitty Pryde sitting in the driver's seat with Jean Grey in the front.
"Oh shit..." Forge moaned.
A very hectic half hour, several angry, bewildered, and plumb terrified motorists later, Forge arrived at the airport. The second he left the car he kissed the ground.
"Gee Jean," Kitty began, "I've never seen a passenger look so happy with my driving before. Does that mean my driving's getting better?"
Jean hesitated for a moment, what she was thinking, Forge is happy that he's alive. "You're improving Kitty," Jean said with a diplomatic tone, "But try not to go into an airport entrance ramp at seventy-five miles an hour next time."
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1943 (Alternate Universe): "Good morning gentlemen." the voice of Major Waverly, British Special Operations Executive began, "I suppose you're wondering why you're all here."
Waverly addressed a group of eight Allied military personnel, lead by US Navy Lieutenant Connor, OSS Maritime Detachment.
Waverly nodded to an aide who clicked a slide on the old projector, which showed a photograph of several Heartless.
"As you know our foes, the Heartless, use Corridors of Darkness to travel from world to world. As yet, the ability to use, and more importantly control Corridors of Darkness is beyond our understanding and mercifully beyond that of the Germans, Italians or Japanese." Waverly began, "Humans attempting to use Corridors of Darkness tend to suffer some ill effects..."
Waverly's aid showed a picture of a German soldier, almost halfway transformed into a Heartless. "This poor chap was discovered wandering, half mad, around the coast of Sicily several months ago. After interrogation it was revealed he had attempted to use a Corridor of Darkness to escape from our forces that were overrunning his position."
"However that does not mean that such attempts are not being made by either side." Waverly began and nodded, "Two weeks ago, Canadian special forces raided and destroyed a facility south of Rome being utilized by the German Abwehr intelligence bureau. Captured documents reveal that a small team of Nazi intelligence operatives were sent through the Corridor of Darkness."
"The lot of you are from a diverse lot, with experience operating behind enemy lines in both the British SOE and the American Office of Strategic Services." Waverly began, "Your mission is to track down the members of the Nazi Abwehr team and terminate them with extreme prejudice. Additionally you are to capture any documents on their efforts and any of their equipment. Repeat - Your mission is to track down the members of the Nazi Abwehr team and terminate them with extreme prejudice. Additionally you are to capture any documents on their efforts and any of their equipment."
"And how do you plan on sending us after the Nazis?" Connor asked.
"Based on the captured Nazi documents, our Research and Development section has managed to open another Corridor." Waverly replied.
"Some mission this is." 1st Lt. Anthony Hiram remarked, "Using untested Kraut technology to infiltrate God knows where."
"We can't always select our missions." Warrant Officer 2nd Class Michael Kaster, a member of Great Britain's SAS, remarked.
"I agree with LT Hiram, it's one hell of an idea, using untested Kraut technology to go after Krauts that may already have been transformed into Heartless using a Corridor of Darkness." Corporal Leeds, twenty, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, replied.
"Pipe down." First Sergeant Kyle Burke replied, "We've got a mission to accomplish, let's carry it out."
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Present Day, Misfitverse a few weeks later: "You're up early." Annie Mack remarked as her younger sister returned from her morning jog.
"Jetlag." Alex replied, "I mean it's eleven o'clock in the morning in New York right now."
"So how's the first year of college treating you?" Annie asked.
"It's fun, but it can be draining at times." Alex replied.
"Pick a major yet?" Annie asked, sipping her coffee.
"Not really..." Alex said, "I'm still undecided."
"Did you get the paper?" Annie asked.
"Yeah." Alex replied.
The Paradise Valley Gazette headline read: Unidentified Body Found On Outskirts of Town: Police Mystified.
"An unidentified man, approximately twenty-seven years old was found, with a bullet hole in his head. Police believe the bullet came from a high powered rifle..." Annie began.
"Just what we need, another D.C. Sniper." Alex quipped, "You know if the media wouldn't give them more than a few sentences, they wouldn't get off on all the publicity they get...Oh great I'm starting to sound like Robyn."
"So what are you up to today?" Annie asked.
"I'm gonna go visit Ray and some of my friends." Alex replied, and asked, "Can I borrow your car?"
"I dunno..." Annie replied.
"Please. I'll even fill it up and..." Alex began.
"And you'll help me repaint my bathroom?" Annie asked.
"Yes." Alex replied.
"OK." Annie replied, "I'll hold you to it."
"You're the best Annie!" Alex said and hugged her big sister, "Just please remember to pick me up at four o'clock? And be sure you don't forget to put gas in it."
"Don't worry Annie, I've got you covered." Alex said.
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Forge walked into the laboratory. The introduction to the staff that Lars Fredrickson, the Austrian chemist, had given him had been brief and the outlining of his responsibilities had been equally as brief.
He was trying to get his bearings about the lab when he noticed a young woman, about twenty-one or twenty-two with dark brown hair and eyes. She noticed him looking at her at about the same time and gave a tentative smile.
"Hi." Annie said, "Are you new here?"
"Yeah." Forge replied, "My name's Jonathan Silvercloud, but my friends call me Forge."
"My name's Annie Mack. I just started working here for my graduate internship."
"What's your degree in?" Forge asked.
"Chemistry." Annie replied.
I certainly hope we have some chemistry for this assignment. Forge thought, inwardly. Annie was definitely cute in a girl-next-door sort of way.
"Getting settled?" Annie asked.
"Yeah, Dr. Fredrickson was pretty through about showing me around this place." Forge replied, "He sounds like he's got a stick up his...?"
Annie had to giggle lightly at Forge's attempt at being polite. "He's not exactly a people person." Annie commiserated, "Listen, I've gotta get back to work. If you need anything, just ask."
"OK, thanks." Forge replied. Note to self, figure out what she's up to Friday night. Perfect excuse, after all, she is Alex's big sister...Not to mention she's on the cute side.
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The OSS/SOE safe house on the outskirts of Paradise Valley was a frenzy of activity. In the weeks since their arrival, the eight American and British covert operations soldiers had figured out how to make a radio transmitter to contact their world.
Flight Sergeant James Ballard, British Royal Air Force, sat at the kitchen table, one head on one ear of the headset, the other ear open in order to hear what was going on inside the house.
"Anything?" Lt. Connor asked.
"Nothing other than routine reports. Also we still can't seem to get a bead on where the German blokes are." Ballard replied.
Just then Anthony Hiram walked into the room, carrying his M1903A4 sharpshooter rifle cradled in his hand.
"Maybe you could be a little more careful with disposing of Nazi interlopers? Or maybe try to take them alive?" Connor began.
"No gratitude." Hiram replied, more than a trace of backwoods Southerner on his voice, "The bastard was trying to tap our communication line. Who knows what he might've heard from our transmissions and told the other Krauts. I took care of 'im with a head shot from three hundred yards."
"And alerted the folks on this world that we're here." Connor replied, waving the edition of the newspaper in front of him, "Less than two days after you kill the man the authorities find his body. Not to mention he could have given us a lead on where the German safe house is."
"Look, they sent us here to take out the Krauts. I was doing my part of the mission. That's why they wanted a guy who could use this rifle sir." Hiram said, emphasizing Connor's rank with a sneer and indicating his M1903A4 with it's 2.5x Weaver telescopic sight.
"But there are also reasons they want a Naval officer, a communication's expert, a demolition expert, a linguist, a covert operations specialist, a weapons expert, and an engineer on this mission as well." Connor said, "I know snipers are men born for individual fighting but you are an officer, you should see the bigger picture."
"That aside," Kaster said as he walked into the room, "I do believe the Nazis know we're here too, judging by the fact that their man is the John Doe on the front of the bloody newspaper."
"The question is, how much do the Nazi's know. After all their man was trying to eavesdrop on our radio traffic, and locate our direction finding equipment." Ballard replied.
"It's safe to assume the Krauts are already a step ahead of us." Connor replied.
"Not necessarily." Hiram replied, "I made sure I buried the dead Kraut far away from here."
"Anyway, let's scout for some secondary locations." Connor replied.
"I'll get it." Kaster replied.
"I'll help," Hiram replied, "The air in here's getting kinda stale, and anyway I want to do some more research on the town."
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"So, do you need a ride home?" Forge asked, as he noticed Annie waiting in the lobby.
"No thanks. My sister Alex is on her way to go pick me up." Annie replied as she reached for her cell phone again.
"Older or younger?" Forge asked.
"Younger." Annie replied, "She just started her freshman year at NYU."
"New York, huh," Forge replied, "I just came from over there. Boy is it expensive."
"Well, Bayville isn't expensive. I heard real estate's cheap over there...but insurance more than makes up for what you save in real estate." Annie replied.
"Actually I'm from Bayville." Forge replied.
"And you actually sound like you're sane?" Annie replied with a raised eyebrow.
"You kind of get used to it after a while or you move out." Forge replied, sidestepping it.
"It seems like all the insanity over there comes from the Xavier Institute. I mean with mutant emus, dragons, and who knows what other things. I know fundamentally mutants are like us, but sometimes I wonder..." Annie replied, "Especially with all that weird terraforming."
Forge wanted to come to the defense of his fellows at the Institute, but maybe now wasn't the best time to tell Annie where exactly he came from in Bayville just yet. He was still trying to gain Annie's trust, maybe find out about this Alex...
As Forge was about to reply a Volkswagen Jetta pulled into the parking lot. "Well there's my ride. See you tomorrow."
"I'll see you then." Forge replied as he headed to his own car, a Toyota Tercel.
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"So, this little shooting incident in the newspaper are due to your enemies?" Danielle Atron asked a blonde haired man, with a lean frame wearing a black leather trench coat.
"Jawohl. Yes." The blonde man replied.
"And you, Mr. Von Heissen, representing a team of Nazis from a world where World War II is being waged, and you're a member of that Nazi Germany's Abwehr (AN: German Intelligence)." Atron replied.
"Yes."Von Heissen replied.
"And as you can see the technology on our world far surpasses anything Nazi Germany possessed." Atron replied, "What can you bring us in return."
Von Heissen said, "First of all, ridding your world of the pests from our world."
"Pfah, I have security forces here that can take care of these OSS and SOE people you are talking about." Atron replied.
"But your forces don't quite have the experience of dealing with that sort anyway. And we can make some things financially worth your while." Von Heissen said, withdrawing a gold bar from his sleeve, with the eagle and swastika insignia of the Third Reich stamped onto it."
"And best of all it's tax free." Atron said, taking the bar and placing it in a small safe behind a painting on the wall.
"Also I believe we might have a common affiliation." Von Heissen replied, rolling up his sleeve. On his forearm was tattooed a swastika plus the insignia of the Heartless directly below it.
"I believe we might have a business deal. Vince, escort this gentleman out."
Vince nodded and led the German out of the office. When she was alone, Atron touched a small button, concealed on a brooch in her jacket. On her computer monitor the face of Syndrome appeared.
Atron activated her blue tooth and said, "We've made contact with some mysterious gentlemen from another world."
"I'm aware of that particular world. Don't worry about those German contacts, they're allied with the Heartless as well, and are keeping another threat to our operation contained in their dimension." Syndrome replied.
"What threat?" Danielle asked.
"No need to concern yourself. I want you to provide me more samples of GC 161, and find that kid that was infected years ago. I believe I have some scientist friends, among them a certain Dr. Mindbender, that would like to make an acquaintance." Syndrome replied.
"I assume that I would get a share of the benefits?" Atron asked.
"Far more than you could ask for." Syndrome replied, before the monitor blanked out.
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"So what did you find, Polly?" Althea asked. She and Shipwreck were hanging around the kitchen.
"Awk! Xavier sent Forge on a secret mission. A weird combination of Q and James Bond."
Shipwreck laughed, "Forge a spy? Wow..."
"That's not all, awk!" Polly said, "Xavier is trying to recruit someone new in Paradise Valley..."
"Not if we have anything to do with it." Shipwreck said, a weird gleam in his eye...
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TBC