Agent Gray, Red with Love

Meanwhile With V.I.L.E.

  Four people sat at a long table, inside an old  medieval castle in Scotland.

  The air was cold and thin. The wind howled outside the cast walls. Trees rustled as if someone was walking through them. 

  But none of the people cared, as they'd been in worse conditions. They were all average V.I.L.E operatives once. But they worked for their spot at  that table, and they wouldn't trade it for the world. 

  And in fact, they had the world.

  Or at least they thought they did, before Blacksheep.

  Before Carmen San Diego.

  That's why they weren't even surprised when their operative El Topo reported that Carmen San Diego had stolen the Berlin Gold Hat before they could. They were annoyed, disappointed, and angry, but not surprised.

  "We think Shadowsan helped as well," Le Chevre added.

  Coach Brunt slammed the table, breaking the 5th one in a row.

  "You really need to stop doing that," Countess Cleo scoffed.

  "But family!" Coach Brunt yelled in her thick southern accent.

  "We've been through this before, Coach Brunt," Maelstrom grumbled. "When it comes to Shadowsan and Blacksheep, any ties are practically gone."

  From the big screen, El Topo and le Chèvre shared a look. As Coach Brunt started screaming in a rage about family, and loyalty, and morale codes, they were having a silent argument on whether or not to tell the faculty about the unofficial return of Crackle.

  However, Doctor Bellum dodn't give them much of a choice.

  "Le Chèvre, El Topo, why are you looking at each other like that? You look suspicious," she commented.

This made Coach Brunt stop, and the faculty look up at them in curiosity. 

  "Er, well, it's complicated," le Chèvre admitted.

  Countess Cleo leaned forward, "Complicated?"

  Raising an eyebrow, Maelstrom added, "Do tell."

  Le chèvre scratched the back of his head, "Well, on the subject of former operatives...."

  Coach Brunt sat down, "Yes?"

  El Topo gulped, feeling small beads of sweat trickle down his temples.

  "What is it?" Dr. Bellum demanded.

  El Topo took a shaky breath, "When I dug up to the exhibit, I was met by an old operative... and well, it seems Crackle has joined ACME."

  Thunder struck in the distance, which was odd as it wasn't raining. Maelstrom's eyes widened. Countess Cleo gasped, putting a dainty hand over her mouth. Dr. Bellum mumbled, "And Bob's your uncle."

  Meanwhile, Coach Brunt just looked confused. 

  "Oh quit with that. Crackle died earlier this year, we all know that. The cleaners picked him up from Interpol, but something went wrong in the back of the car, I think you said a small explosion, and... we lost him," she said.

 She looked slightly sad, but then she went serious again and shook her head, "So you didn't see Crackle. What really happened?"

  Le Chèvre raised an eyebrow confused, "Wait, you... don't know?"

  It took a few seconds for Brunt to grasp what she was having implied to her. Then her face darkneded dangerously. The faculty sucked in their breath.