Toppling the Throne

Monty Syrup raced through the city of Danville, on his motorcycle. He was on the look out for any activity coming in from Doofenshmirtz. A quick look of the city, and that would be it, shortened by the fact that the rest of the mobility squad was also on surveillance. Or at least he thought. He completed a few more circles around a certain area before turning around to go back to HQ. His quota was filled. A few others will still have to search around. As he raced back to HQ on his motorcycle, he thought about the new adminstration of the HQ. Complete trash was his opinion. Jason Dirkov made a terrible general. He never had anyone practice shooting targets, hand-to-hand combat, or weapon development. It was as if he wanted Doof to stay as forced ruler upon the city. At first a few people enjoyed it, those who did not take the NP anyways. Then they hated it. And new lieutenant Liz was just as bad. As Monty pondered these thoughts, he did not notice a figure on Doof's building, hanging on to it by a rope