A/N: This is just a short thing that jumped me in English class. It's just a little oneshot on Dimo's past—a short adventure with a Heterodyne master, about 125 years before Agatha.
"So this is it, then?"
"Ja. Hyu has ze stuffs ve need?"
"Of course. Are -you- ready?"
"Ja."
In terse silence, they waited, the only moving thing in the tunnel being the torch, its flickering light making the pair look even more menacing than usual. All at once, the signal hit, and both Spark and minion jumped. The explosion shook the entire fortress. All around, the Duke's soldiers rushed to and fro, as bricks slid out of the walls and dust flowed from the cracks in the ceiling. Half a mile underground, tools passed to and fro between leathery green claws and a pale human hand, the silence only broken by slight clinks as pieces clicked together; the humming was too familiar to count as noise.
Dimo stood and stretched. His fangs glistened in the torchlight as he turned to the still-working Spark. "Ze time iz runnink out," he said quietly.
Julian chuckled, pausing to push the stark white hair out of his eyes. "You worry too much," he replied. "Sometimes I wonder if you're even Jägerkin at all. Where's your carefree spirit of mayhem?" With a deft twist, the last cog clicked into place and the clank began to whirr. "See? Time and to spare."
"Hyu tink too much, den," the monster retorted, surveying the clank critically. "Ze Heterodynes don't qvestion zheir monsters. Besides," he muttered, a bit lower, "My spirit of mayhem iz sayink ve should be gettink up to ze surface vhere all ze fightink iz az soon az possible."
The mad genius snorted. "Anyone with half a brain questions the logic of a Jäger. C'mon, impostor. We've got a battle to catch." He grinned across the tunnel at the Jägermonster, and they set off for the door.
About half an hour's race later, they arrived at the door. One swipe at the solid iron structure, and it crumbled like mud. "Hy thought hyu said he vas Spark?" Dimo grinned and blew the dust off of his claws.
Julian just laughed.
"Hoy! Took hyu long enough!" Andre and Vole spared a blood-spattered moment to wave cheerily at the pair from across the battle-torn hall. Dimo laughed and glanced at Julian, who grinned back and drew a nasty looking pistol.
"Your area of expertise, Jäger."
With a battlecry that was at least half laughter (though no less terrifying for that), the monster threw himself at the nearest formation of soldiers, soon disappearing into a cloud of dust and bleeding limbs. Julian stared after him for just a moment before the attentions of another soldier drew him to other activities.