Sorry for the delay, exam season got in my way. Now it is over, I have unofficially left school! Problem is, I work best on the story when I am supposed to be working on something else. Future delays to be expected. Enjoy!

As Darrell walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but notice the evidence of a running battle down the hallway.
For example, here were some burn marks that could only have come from a S.C.A.M.P.P, and here were some mustard patches from a M.U.S.K.E.T, and all over the place were gumballs from Numbuh 4's favourite weapon, the G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A. But the most obvious evidence of the ferocious battle that must have raged here only a short while ago were the unconscious storm troopers who were strewn about the area. The surprising thing was that there were some members of team 4 here, clearly attempting to make it to the Briefing Room before they were taken out.
It would seem, he thought, that this Numbuh Four was an expert tactician, for he had disabled all of the comm systems on the troopers' headsets.

As he progressed, Darrell became more and more cautious. If he wasn't careful, Numbuh 4 would neutralise him with the same efficiency with which he had neutralised the other troopers that he had encountered. An embarrassing situation to be rescued from, if ever there was one.It was also a situation Darrell planned to avoid.
As Darrell turned a corner, he was met with a hail of gumballs. Quickly ducking back around the corner, Darrell drew his own weapon, a B.O.L.T.E.R (Blasting Own Lightning Terminates Enemy Resistance), and started to return fire. The small but powerful handgun bucked as 200 volts coursed towards their target. A target which, at just the crucial moment, stopped firing and ducked behind a door.

Darrell, noting the effect this blast had on the door, figured out that a few more hits from his BOLTER should be enough to destroy the door.As such, Darrell quickly blasted the door twice more, disintegrating it. With his cover gone, Numbuh 4 had no choice but to retreat into his room, where, unfortunately for Darrell, he had prepared a few surprises since the original interlopers had fled.

Entering Numbuh 4's room, Darrell immediately noticed the subway carriage in the middle of 4's boxing ring. The scary thing was the knot of unconscious troopers in the middle of it, and the trail of unconscious troopers leading from it. Obviously this Numbuh 4 was not to be underestimated. As Darrell was standing there, taking in the sight of violence that surrounded him, he spotted something moving amid the mess. Several somethings, in fact. These things were clearly Numbuh 4's famous wrestling robots. What Darrell didn't know, was that these 'bots had had their setting changed from 'rough and tumble' to 'seriously - major ouchies'. In this case, what he didn't know actually could hurt him.

Seeing the robots coming towards him, and with no doubt as to their intentions, Darrell immediately started blasting. Unfortunately for him, the electrical charge caused the robots to overload, increasing their speed tenfold. The robots blurred as they sped towards Darrell, and smashed his gun into innumerable pieces. Unfazed, he jumped back and drew his spare weapon. A glue gun. With it, he managed to disable one of the robots, but then a precise blast of gumballs destroyed his glue gun.

Thinking that, since thee were wrestling bots, and they were now well within wrestling range, he had best start getting medieval on them, Darrell withdrew his second favourite handheld weapons combination. Two rounders bats. After all, they are heavy, and you hit stuff with them. What more do you want from a weapon? With those two pieces of nice solid oak in hand, Darrell became a whirl of destruction, smashing a head here, crushing a hand there, and breaking an arm somewhere else. At least, until the remaining bots wrested the bats from his grip.

At this point, there were only three bots left, and Darrell was dodging pot shots from 4. Quite literally... Numbuh 4 was launching plant pots at him. Darrell was smiling to himself. He hadn't had this much fun in years. Not even a good wrestling match with Gary could beat this. Here he was, taking on three wrestling robots on an obviously dangerously high setting, and a ranged Numbuh 4, and not one of them could touch him. Then again, the combined defense of the three bots meant he couldn't get hold of them long enough to break them, and Numbuh 4 was staying well out of grabbing range. It was a stalemate that was soon to be broken.

"Captain! Have you taken care of 4 yet?" Came a voice from Darrell's comms. "Look, I'm a bit busy here!" Shouted an entangled Darrell "I'll tell you later!" "It's just that, Kitchens want to know what you want for lunch." Darrell groaned. Why could he not ever have a decent fight without being interrupted? "Tell them, tuna salad, and put it in the cooler, cos I'll be a bit late. Now bugger off!!" Darrell didn't hear, or chose not to, the unappreciative muttering coming from the comm link.

This wasn't much of a distraction, but it was enough for the robots to pin Darrell. "Ha! Now I've got you, you cruddy Merk!
Ah knew a bunch of creeps calling themselves flying cars couldn't be that good. And I was right. I mean, a girl could fight better than you jerks." Numbuh 4 continued with his insulting victory speech, not noticing the effect his words were having on the increasingly enraged Captain.

"So now you know, if you're stupid enough ta..." At this point, Darrell exploded from beneat the robots, flinging all three of them on top of Numbuh 4, cutting off his words. "Don't you evaah. Insult. My. Techniques. EVAAAH!" Screamed Darrell.
It was a scream that could be heard all through the treehouse, and attracted the attention of the Admiral.

"Lieutenant! Send some men to secure Numbuh 4, and to restrain the Captain. He appears to have lost his temper." The Lieutenant paled visibly. The last time Darrell had lost his temper, the fleet had had four ships. But, to be fair, the Commander of that ship had been a real jerk. Although getting keelhauled and then being crashed into an icecap, with a multi-ton ship on top of him,
it had to be admitted, was just a little harsh.

After a brief delay, the Lieutenant complied with his Admiral's orders. But, to be on the safe side, he sent the troopers with extra protective gear. And tranquilisers. No point in being subtle, thought the Lieutenant, that boy can be a real Hulkenstein if you peeve him off.

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