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Undercover of Darkness C.1: Gala of Death Part-2Gala of Death Part 2
The great salon was decorated with a special golden color and some flowers from the gardens, the people were fascinated with this and there was no way to avoid the enchantment when the orchestra began to play the 9th symphony of Beethoven.
-The E.S.A. didn't give you specific information about the mission because I told them not to do it- Wolfang said to the American agent as they were in one of the tables I thought that would not be necessary until you came here.
- The chief told me the mission was an undercover operation; I thought it only would be an intelligence mission- Kitty said with some doubt in her voice. I never imagined being involved in something like this.
A waitress went to the table and left a bottle of champagne with two glasses and caviar.
- This is more serious than a simply spying mission; this is a top priority operation. We are here to capture one of the most wanted villains in Europe, F.Z. - He said as he opened
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This is not part from the original series, and only Kitty is featured and maybe another character from the original show will appear just for references or continuity. The chronology of these fictions is placed in a time when kitty was alone or before Dudley came to TUFF, or when she was young; anyways, enjoy them.
Undercover of Darkness Chapter 1
Gala of Death Part-1
A great luxury mansion with beautiful gardens full of statues and precious flowers that only the greatest royalty would have, under the clear sky with shining stars of the night of Europe that grants to the guests the perfect occasion to celebrate the waltz and taste the most wonderful wine. With large limousines, one by one, the guests were coming to the important event, only the people in highest category and government officials were invited, and a lady with a slim black dress is standing at the gate of the entrance. She walked down to the big entrance of the mansion, looking around the gardens.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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