Road Rovers: Trouble in Tehran
Story by: Phoenix710
Summary: Now that they've finally reached Ahmedinejad's palace compound, the Rovers must defeat the dictator's elite guards and neutralize the palace's security systems, before they can confront Ahmedinejad, and put an end to his plans.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights whatsoever to Road Rovers, or to any of the characters. Road Rovers, and all associated characters, are registered trademarks of Warner Brothers, and were created by one of the greatest animation geniuses of the 1990's, Tom Ruegger. All original characters are products of my imagination.
Also, those of you who are fans of the relationship between Hunter and Colleen, this chapter is going to be a REAL treat.
Song for this chapter: 'Zips'-T.M. Revolution
Chapter Six: Palace Pandemonium
With all of the defensive checkpoints neutralized, the Rovers now had a straight shot towards their final target: Ahmedinejad's palace, and the gigantic bomber that was being kept on the grounds. Hunter sent out one of the Stealth Rover's Eagleeye recon units, and it went into a silent hover, after cloaking itself. It beamed back crisp, clear recon photos, which Hunter and Colleen both began looking over, while Blitz assumed the pilot's position, and Sam took the co-pilot's chair. Colleen said, "Well, Huntie…it looks like those idiots don't know we're coming…too bad for them, eh?" Hunter replied, "That's for sure. You did a great job back there at the command center, Colleen. I don't think I could ask for a more loyal teammate…and I know that even if I searched across the entire world, I'd never find anyone that I could love, as much as I love you. Even if I'm not the strongest dog in the world, I'm certainly the luckiest, because I've got you and the others by my side, and I'll always be here for you, Colleen." The two of them decided to rest up for a bit, and so they headed out back, leaving Blitz to pilot the Stealth Rover until they reached the palace. They had taken their armor off, in order to get some rest until it was time to assault their final objective, which was still about a half-hour's flight from their current position. Both of them were wearing short-sleeved shirts and jeans, and once she had gotten herself comfortable, Colleen nestled her head against Hunter's chest, and she soon began tracing her fingers across his well-toned body. Looking up into her husband's brown eyes, she said, "You may not be the strongest dog alive, Huntie…but you're certainly the most handsome one. Let's see what else you are…you're sweet, funny, kind, loyal, smart, honorable…and you're my best friend, along with the one I love with all my heart. I'll never leave you, Huntie…because if I lost you, I swear that my heart would shatter." Looking deep into the swirling light blue oceans of Colleen's eyes, Hunter said, "I love you too, my English Rose…forever." Stars danced before their eyes, as their lips met in a deep, searing kiss, which lasted until they both needed to come up for air. Hunter said, "I'd love to continue this, Colleen…but we've got to get ready. We've got a tough fight ahead of us, but once this is all over, I'll be more than happy to spend some 'quality time' with you." Colleen smiled, and replied, "I'll hold you to that promise, Huntie-Wuntie." She kissed him, before slowly rising up onto her feet. Once they'd both stretched, they donned their armor, and joined the others up in the cockpit, ready to take Ahmedinejad's troops out.
Hunter walked into the cockpit, and said, "Blitz, I'll take it from here. You all did a great job back there at the command base, and I'm proud of all of you." The other Rovers gave Hunter a friendly hug, and he then slid into the pilot seat, while Colleen took over from Sam at the Co-Pilot position. After another ten minutes, Colleen said, "I'm reading a large compound over the next ridge, Huntie…ID confirmed from checking the recon photos. It's the palace." Hunter said, "Great. Before we land, here's how we'll handle this. I'll take Colleen, Blitz, and Sam with me, and we'll go around the east half of the palace. Exile, take Kasha, Shag, and Muzzle with you. Deal with the sentries and any other threats on the west side of the complex, and then meet up with me and the others at the main entrance. Once we've all met up, we'll blast our way in, and get set to put this dirtbag in prison." Exile replied, "I hear you loud and clearski, Comrade Hunter." Sam piped in with, "I think they're getting desperate, Hunter…here comes what looks to be the Palace Defense Squadron, probably Iran's most elite pilots. I'm reading…six Su-30's." Hunter said, "Colleen, punch up the data on the Su-30, please." She replied, "Gotcha, Huntie…Su-30 data coming up, now!" Colleen cued up the Stealth Rover's tactical database, and the Su-30's specifications came up on screen in seconds.
'Target ID: Su-30 Flanker-C
Aircraft Type: Air Superiority Fighter
Crew: 2 (Pilot and Radar Officer)
Max. Speed: Mach 2.35 (1,504mph)
Engines: 2xSaturn AL-31FL low-bypass turbofans.
Thrust: 16,754lbs per engine
Armament: 1xGSh-301 30mm cannon with 150 rounds, 6 AA-10C 'Vympel' medium range radar-guided missiles, 2 AA-11 'Archer' heat-seeking missiles, 2 AA-12 medium range air-to-air missiles.'
Hunter said, "Buckle up, Rovers…things are gonna get bumpy!" Pushing the throttles forward, Hunter bore straight at the enemy jets, causing the formation to scatter. As they tried to regroup and figure out where the Rovers were, Hunter fed the first one a Sidewinder right up his left engine, and then he proceeded to shred the left wing of the second enemy fighter with the cannons. The remaining four enemy planes split up, and Hunter knew that they weren't going to play nice, so he pulled out all the stops. Dodging cannon fire from one Su-30 on their rear, Hunter pulled up hard, and the enemy jet flew right underneath them. Hunter proceeded to hammer him with a salvo of laser cannon fire, cutting the fighter's left tail fin off. With half of the enemy squadron gone, Hunter said, "For elite pilots, these guys sure are easy to take down, Colleen." She replied, "Well Huntie…they're dealing with an ace pilot…my quick-thinking and wonderful husband." He replied, "Thanks…that's nice." The next two fighters were blown apart by AIM-132 ASRAAM's, and the final one got speared by a Meteor, as he tried to run away. With the enemy jets down, Hunter landed the Stealth Rover outside Ahmedinejad's palace, and said, "Remember the plan, Rovers…take out the goons and security systems on your areas, and then we kick this little pig's door in." He got the thumbs-up from everyone, and then they all split up into their assigned teams, and moved in to begin delivering the knockout punch to Iran's resident scumbag.
Colleen spotted an APC parked nearby, with six soldiers around it. She said, "Huntie, look there. One troop carrier, six goons…and four of us." Hunter replied, "I like those odds, Colleen. Blitz and Sam, you two take the guards. Colleen and I will take the APC." Blitz replied, "Ja…it's time to bite the tooshies of these terrorist girly-boys!" Blitz wrapped his muscular arm around the first goon, and took him out with a sleeperhold. His second opponent got a powerful chomp in the rear, and he kicked the third one into a nearby pile of sandbags. Sam punched her first opponent in the gut, and then she backflipped to avoid the second one's Ak-47 fire, before walking up to him as he tried to reload. She said, "Bad idea, dirtbag. Now, it's my turn!" She bent his gun barrel, before yanking it out of his hands and snapping it in half. The idiot stared, completely shocked, which left him wide open to Sam's powerful right hook. The German Shepherd spotted the last one lining up on Blitz with an RPG, and she called out, "BLITZ, GET DOWN!!" Blitz dove for the sand, and the 40mm rocket roared over his head, blasting a rock into pebbles. Before the idiot could reload another missile into the weapon, Sam grabbed it, chopped it in half, and said, "You just REALLY made me mad, pal…YOU DO NOT TRY AND KILL MY HUSBAND…NOT WITHOUT GETTING YOUR BUTT KICKED LIKE A SOCCER BALL!!" Sam unloaded a powerful hook kick to the terrorist's jaw, which knocked him flying about ten feet backwards. He slammed into the ground, unconscious. Blitz said, "Thanks, Sam…you pulled my bacon out of the fire there." She replied, "Blitz, I love you, and I'm not gonna let you get blown apart by some cowardly terrorist." Let's go cover Hunter and Colleen while they finish off that APC." Blitz nodded, and then he and Sam moved off to cover their friends.
Hunter was busy sabotaging the ignition system of the APC, while Colleen punched a hole in the fuel tank. Once she was done, she called out, "Huntie, I'm gonna roll a grenade under this crate. Hop out." He climbed up and jumped, and Colleen caught him. She set him down, and then lobbed a frag grenade. The bomb detonated, and blew the APC clear into the sky on a column of fire. It landed in a half-melted heap, upside down and totally obliterated. Hunter said, "Nice one, sweetheart. That's one less battlewagon." She replied, "Yeah…but I think those three goons over there are comin' over to have a few words with us about it." Smiling, Hunter said, "Well, if they act stupid, we'll just take 'em out." The first goon charged at Hunter with a combat knife, intent on stabbing him in the chest, but the blade snapped against his armored chestplate. He said, "Maybe you don't know this…but it's not too smart to try and stab me…ESPECIALLY when my wife's right behind you." The idiot replied, "Oh I'm SO scared…what can that little girl scout do to me?" Hunter replied, "Ooohhh…bad move, buddy, too bad for you." The idiot felt Colleen tap him on the shoulder, and when he turned, she said, "This one's for tryin' to stab my husband…HIYA, MEL BLANC!! TOM RUEGGER!! JIM DAVIS!!" The goon flew backwards, and Hunter dropped the second one with a punch to the jaw. The last goon got a tandem attack from both Hunter AND Colleen…namely a rising uppercut from Hunter, and Colleen went airborne, and smashed him into the ground with an axekick. She grabbed the first idiot, and said, "Oh, by the way…DON'T CALL ME A GIRL SCOUT!!" She kneed the goon in the crotch, before punching him in the head. Seconds later, she rejoined Hunter and the others, and they set off to knock out the remaining security threats in their area.
'Blindly afraid, I hug my knees
This has to be wrong - I should be smiling here
If I just let if flow by, even in this quiet town
If I suppress my desire, I'll be cast aside as just a boy
Alone, thirsty for the feelings that shoot through me
I don't want to spill them
On this tough night, you're starting this game in earnest
But what game is it?
It's preeminent even now - my racing emotions aren't just for show
As much as it takes until it's pronounced final - my way of life and my way of crossing over
I want to see this until the end, adapting to all of this with you
The racing heat and healing - it's all I want and all I'll ever want
If this "unstoppable" thing is allowed to keep going,
no one can avoid blame for it
I can't suppress my urges and I can't endure my injuries
If this is a lesson, I guess I'll learn
So cold I can almost taste it
Raiding the most fragile of places
It's like I've drowned without even realizing it
In a dream I can feel even in the innermost part of me
I can't reach anyone, my racing emotions are un-shrouded
In loving someone, with speed and with freedom, all distance was closed in
The world holds us back, because you and I have a reason to be here
There's still a very faint trace of light somewhere, and I'll go anywhere to hunt it down
Show me how this ends, my racing emotions aren't just for show
As much as it takes until it's pronounced final - my way of life and my way of crossing over
I'll let this be the beginning, adapting to all of this with you
The racing heat and healing - it's all I want and all I'll ever want!'
Exile fried the tires of a jeep with his heat vision, and the vehicle flipped over, spilling the three goons out onto the sand. Before they could get to their feet, Kasha iced the first one, and then the second one tried to free the 12.7mm gun on the jeep's rear-mounted turret. Exile said, "Nobody tries to shoot my little snowflower…or I give you Siberian bear-wrestling lesson!" Exile grabbed the goon, and no matter how hard the Iranian struggled, he was no match for the powerful Husky. Exile said, "Now…it is time for naughty boys to go to bedski…you are grounded!!" Exile floored the scumbag with a right hook, and then he froze him. Kasha dropped the last one with an elbow drop, and Shag nailed another ten with a gas grenade. Finally, they unleashed Muzzle on a group of twenty more, and they wound up looking like a truck had run them down. With the guards down, Exile tore open the access panel to the alarm system, and Kasha used her heat vision to fry it. Lights went dead, cameras shut down, and all of the warning systems were out of commission. Minutes later, Exile and his group linked up with Hunter.
Once they were all together by the door, Hunter rigged a C-4 charge, and once he'd gotten the five-pound block of the powerful explosive ready, he and the others ran behind a sand dune for cover. Colleen had the detonator, and she said, "Little pig, little pig, let us in…or we'll huff, and we'll puff…and we'll kick your butt in!!" She called out, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!", before thumbing the button to detonate the bomb. With a massive roar, the doors exploded, and the Rovers rushed in. Hunter saw Ahmedinejad, and called out, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT RUNNING, AHMEDINEJAD. YOU'RE COMING WITH US TO FACE CHARGES OF SPONSORING TERRORISM, CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY, AND CONSPIRING TO MURDER AMERICAN CITIZENS!!" The dictator shouted, "YOU WILL BURN IN HELL BEFORE I SURRENDER, AMERICAN PIG!! SOLDIERS, BURN THESE INFIDELS TO THE FIRES OF ALLAH!!" The dictator's remaining elite guards rushed forward, and the Rovers squared off, setting themselves up for the final battle of this mission.
Next Chapter: The Rovers confront Ahmedinejad's troops in an all-out brawl, before they finally arrest the terrorist leader, and render his giant bomber useless. Be here next time for Chapter Seven: End of the Line.
