Here is some Doyle/Van Rook fanfic because there is none. None at all. It's my first fanfic so please be gentle :D enjoy! And excuse my terrible spider puns…
EDIT: I've redone this chapter (the first chapter) because it was crap compared to the other ones. So I fixed my grammar, and changed some things around, so I hope you guys like! :D
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"Shit." Doyle seethed as one of Munya's web shots him in the shoulder, pinning him to the wall behind him. His jet pack dug into his shoulder making the experience even more painful. He struggled to get the sticky substance off before Munya could get to him. Van Rook was off on the other side of the rooftop fighting the three wolf-like cryptids Argost and Munya had arrived with.
Doyle gave up trying to free his shoulder, ignored the pain in his shoulder, and pegged a concussion grenade at Munya hoping to slow the human- spider mutant. It didn't and Munya simply brushed off the small explosion the grenade caused. He grabbed the redhead by his shirt and threw him into the other mercenary.
The mercenaries recovered prepared to fight the creatures. Doyle tried to think of any advantages they had over Argost's cryptids. Both had jet packs. They were fairly good fighters. Doyle had a few concussion grenades... But on the downside they were low on jet pack fuel, and any assistance Zon could have given was out of the question. Her wing had been injured three days ago fighting more of Munya and more of Argost's minions. She was fit for flying, but any sharp turns or any other dodging maneuvers were out of the question, so they had sent her back for the Saturdays so they could take care of her.
Basically, they were shit out of luck. But it wasn't the first time and Doyle Blackwell had never backed down from a challenge before, and he certainly wouldn't stop now. He had promised his nephew, Zak, that he would find dirt on Argost's past. And Doyle wasn't one to break a promise either.
While Doyle was comparing advantages and disadvantages, Van Rook tried to guess which species of cryptids was about to attack them. The wolfish cryptids faces were similar to the Amaroks of Ellef Rignes but their bodies were much too thick. And the fur was a much deeper red too. His mental cryptid catalogues couldn't identify what they were.
Before Doyle and Van Rook could think further the creatures were on top of them, attacking viciously. Doyle expertly dodged another spider web attack from Munya only to be caught from behind by one of the "Mystery Cryptids."
"What are your webs not sticky enough to catch me yourself?" he growled as Van Rook used his jet pack to gain some air and kick the Mystery Cryptid in the head. Doyle, now freed, activated his own jet pack. "You can't even catch a fly!" He smiled as he flew through the air, and threw a concussion grenade, while dodging another one of Munya's attacks. "You're a real lousy spider!"
Van Rook sighed while powering up his miniature machine gun attached to his wrist. His ex-apprentice was so fond of throwing puns and verbal jabs at opponents. As he shot it at one of the cryptids he saw Doyle get hit by a web in the face. He couldn't be sure, but the Russian was pretty sure he heard a muffled shout of "Son of a bitch!" from the airborne redhead. Chuckling, Van Rook flew over to him. "He seems to be better than you think."
He received a frosty glare as Doyle was finally able to free his face from the sticky substance. "Ugh that tasted like crap." He complained as he pegged Munya with his own spider web. Unfortunately Munya had already shot a web which attached to Van Rooks feet, so as Munya tripped and fell the mercenary went with him. The approaching cryptids appeared to be angry with the work he did a minute ago with the mini machine gun. So he pulled some explosives out of his belt and threw them at the cryptids making them even angrier.
Running out of jet pack fuel, Doyle landed on the edge of the rooftop. As he landed a cryptid swung at him and scratched his face which then threw him off balance. With the last of his jet pack fuel Doyle jumped back up, grabbed the cryptid and threw it off the building. He watched as it hit the sidewalk below and slinked off growling.
He turned back to the fight in time to see Van Rook had been flung at him by Munya. The collision knocked him out of the air, and both flee into a small shop behind them. The force of Munya's throw was strong enough for them to break through the ceiling and land on some barrels on display in the store.
Van Rook was the first to regain his senses, in time to observe the multicolored powders still drifting in the air around them. The store smelled like Indian spices, so he could only assume that it was an Indian spice shop. There was also the fact that a thin Indian man, switching between German and Indian, was yelling at them for destroying his store.
He heard his younger ex-apprentice groan to his right. "Ow." He winced as he got up out of the crushed barrels. Van Rook followed suit and used his jet pack to fly up to the roof to re-engage in the fight. Doyle ran out of the shops front door, with the Indian man still yelling at him, and hoped to encounter Munya and the cryptids on the ground.
They were too late, as Argost was gazing down on them from his personal jet and laughing. "Greetings and beinvenue, but I'm afraid I can't stay long. You see I've gotten what I wanted and you'll never get it back now." He winked and cackled. Munya fired up the jet and the evil duo flew off. Van Rook and Doyle pursued them, but it was short lived. Doyle's jet pack weighed him down without fuel to power it, and Van Rooks was extremely low on fuel as well.
They regrouped and walked back to the hotel room that they had been renting out for the past week while they dug up information on Argost's past and his next target. Now it had all come to nothing, a whole week wasted. Van Rook could just feel the anger steaming from the red headed Doyle, as they walked side by side in seething silence.
Boy, I hope I pulled off a good Argost there. ( EDIT: I thought it might be a little overdramatic and cheesy when rewriting but then I thought: Eh, it's Argost. It's fine.)Hope you enjoyed and please review!