Bodies littered the ground. You couldn't walk more than thirty foot from any building without tripping over any of the bodies. The Joes were bloody and bruised, but they had reclaimed what was theirs.

A banged-up, bruised, sore but smugly satisfied Shortstop radioed in that they had done what they had been sent to do. Motherboard responded to the message that they were on the way in with the wounded.

AJ and EJ, both licensed combat medics, as well as Jamie, Serena, Wendy, Trini, Rance, Carson, Terrie, Tommie, David, Alex and Ritchie, met them at the infirmary. Beach Head was carried in by two of the other guys, growling and snarling. AJ was in no mood for any backtalk and didn't hesitate to punch him square on the jaw with a right hook, knocking him out before beginning to stitch the long, deep cut on his leg.

Because of the better lighting, the kids actually traded parents when they made it into the infirmary. They weren't taking any chances on being found out. Jamie, because of her height and coloring being so distinctive, actually got kicked out of there before anybody caught on. She worked on the other kids, who couldn't make it in without being found out and was taking care of the worst injuries that couldn't wait for someone to get free. Trini assisted her as she needed.

Most of the kids had escaped without injury, but the few injuries they did have were easily taken care of- bruises, shallow cuts- nothing that they wouldn't have incurred just hanging around the base for a few days.

A few days later, most of the Joes are healed and are besieging Hawk with questions about the team that had helped rescue them. He keeps stalling them as much as he can until Spring Break actually starts.

All of the teens had done an incredible job of hiding the damage done to the vehicles. So well had they done their job that the Joes never had a clue that anything had happened to the cars.

There hadn't been much damage to begin with, and it was easy to hide the dings and ricochet scratches with a little help from vehicle paints that they'd 'appropriated' from the motor pool. The kids fully intended to pay them back, and eventually did.

Jamie had removed any trace of the rigging that she had used with the mobile laser cannon, and all of the parts, down to the smallest screw, had been hidden, if not gotten rid of or destroyed.

She and Carrie had removed every bit of rigging where Jamie had attached the pocket lasers that she'd perfected to the motorcycles, washed them and got them back into their garages before their dads figured out that they'd even moved an inch.

Jamie had sanded, primed, and repainted her dad's bike so that he wouldn't figure out that she'd used it, much less than used it for a race around the base. He would so kill her if he found out about it. He'd kill her even faster if he found out about the lasers and their attachments to the bikes and her use of them under fire from the opposition.

All of the weaponry had been cleaned and replaced while Hawk kept the parents busy and out of harm's way. New ammo had been ordered and the replacement parts for any broken or destroyed weaponry were being shipped as the order was put in. The biggest orders came from the machine shop, where Jamie, Blair, Ericka, Alex, David, Brian Nash, Rory Gambello, Carson and Ritchie were busy around the clock, and working in shifts, tooling and repairing the used weaponry. The motor pool was the source of the second biggest orders. Rance, Randi, DJ, Mindy, Alex, Carrie, Trini, Andy Schnurr and Gregory Kelly were busy taking care of the mechanical things.