The doors opened and Agent 3 was standing by the door, the stations phone in her grasp resting over her shoulder. "You must be 2."She greeted.

"Uh yeah. What are you doing with that?"

"Oh this." She pats the phones stand. "This is the mastermind behind Deep sea." She flips the phone upside down. "This is Tartar or Commander Tartar as it's programmed to call itself.

"PUT ME BACK YOU [SLANG NOT FOUND] INVERTEBRATE!"

"Tartar I'm touched." She kicks the device, promptly denting the side

"ERROR! I SHOULD HAVE SANITIZED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE; INSTEAD OF CONTROLLING YOU!" The phone angrily spoke, wiggling during the process.

3 gives another swift kick to it, this time on the opposing side. "So you do feel pain, good to know. NOW SHUT UP! For the love of cod."

"La…..ng…..uage…"

"Oh, sorry 8, forgot you were there." She pulls 8 into an one armed hug. "I'm sorry. We're going to fix this…. somehow." She whispers sadly into her ear.

"...It's…… okay……" 3 lets go and gives her attention to 9.

"Okay, so, before we get out of here you need to know something 2. I'm going ro be calling you 9 from here on out because we already have an Agent 2 and because your applicant 10,009. Second thing you need to have this." She hands 9 Octas octoshot. "Take this until we get out of here. I may or may not have angered the phone. And it may or may not have called fo-" Several splat bomb flies their way.

"Too late! YOU TWO MOVE TO THE LOCKERS DOWN THERE!" She swings Tartar like a golf club at the bombs promptly returning it to sender.

C.Q. not wanting to fill his train with ink, pushes the two standing passengers out and shuts the trains doors.

"FORE!" She calls after the second swing.

She swings again sending another back. "TIMBER!" She readies her own splat bombs.

"Uh, isn't that what one would yell when cutting a tree?" Questioned 9 while he guided 8 to the lockers.

"NOT NOW 9!" She retorts. "Duck!" She called while hitting her own splat bombs with Tartar.

"YOU [ERROR] INVERTEBRATE! STOP USING ME AS A CLUB AND SUBMIT!"

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE SHELL UP DIDN'T I?!"

"La…..ng…..uage!" 8 yelled.

"NOT NOW 8!"

But when she hit her own bomb, she didn't notice a stray splat bomb until it started to flash. Right as it went off she dogged it; but not before getting some of the corrupted ink on her arm. "Shell that stings" 3 mumbled as she wiped off some of the ink-as it had started to eat away at her armor.

The incoming swarm of sanitized Octolings pause when 3 yelled 'duck', causing a portion of the swarm to get splatted by 3s bomb. They turn back to 3; firing their weapons at her general direction and covering half the platform in the corrupted ink. Forcing 3 herself to retreat.

"Not good. Okay, this is not good at all. We are losing TURF!" She turns her head slightly so that 9 could hear her better. "9! I HOPE YOU PAIRED YOUR WEAPON!" 3 takes out another advancing Octoling as she steps towards the lockers.

9 still pairing his weapon. "Uh yeah why?" The pairing finishes and he turns back to 3. "Oh." He said as he saw how close the advancing army was.

"Okay good, I need you to take over for a bit. I need to open a locker!" She charges towards the pair.

Once she arrives to 9 she pushes him towards the advancing line, while latching Tartar to her back. "Wait, why do you need to open a locker!" He starts to take out the seemingly never ending advancing swarm.

"Before I met back up with 8 and Gramps, I stored several sets of armor down here and a few good special cans."

"You what?" He dodges a clawed swing from a Octoling that got to close. "Woah nellie." He aims his weapon and splats her back.

"I CAME PREPARED!" She yelled back, 3 turns to 8 who has just reactivated her weapon. "Is he always like this?" 8 just shrugs her shoulders.

"Brothers, figures." She rolls her eyes and turns to locker labeled three and enters the combo.

8 turns towards the advancing army and gets into a crouched position, aiming her weapon down the platform. 3 takes notice of her movement. "8?"

8 just continues to stare down the platform and charges her E-Liter. "8 I know you want to help, but your ink-" 8 fires down the lane-taking out three Octolings.

3 stops opening her locker and stares at the ink trail her weapon left as 8 once again charged her weapon. "-isn't…changeable…. What? How?" She takes a good look at 8s ink tank.

She stares at the swirling corrupted ink concoction and notices that the mix has a bit of pink mixed in. She turns away from the tank and looks towards 8s claws, also taking note that the tips are also pink. 8s claws remindedd 3 how Marinas' claws did the same thing whenever she changed ink color. 8 releases another shot, this time, whizzing past 9s head splatting another Octoling.

"3!" 9 yelled from the front line. "What's going on? How did she do that!"

3 stands back up and restarts opening up her locker; joyous laughter erupts from her beak. "SHE'S GOT PINK INK IN HER STILL! HA HA HA HAAAAAA. " 3 gets her locker open and pulls out its contents.

She tosses 9 a armor set and he quickly places it on before activating his inkjet. 3 then puts on two layers of armor on herself, places the last pack by 8 who looks at it quickly before placing it on. And then 3 attaches the special can to her tank, effectively replacing her other special.

"3 MY ARMOR IS DONE FOR! I HOPE YOU'RE DONE BACK THERE!" 9 throws another splat bomb pausing the advancement of the forces slightly, 9 now several meters from the lockers.

3 takes her heroshot and rushes to 9s side, inking up turf while he fired at the forces. "Don't worry, I'm packing some serious beats."

"What?"

"Don't worry about it. Just keep firing. 8 keep up with the cover fire." She splits off from 9 and pushes forwards, inking turf, swinging Tartar, and splatting as she went.

9 falls back as the enemy focuses on 3, walking towards 8 who is still firing at the swarm, taking three Octolings with every shot. "1, is she always like that." 8 nods yes, no, and shrugs her shoulders.

"So it depends." He debunks her gestures.

She nods.

"INKCOMMING!" Came 3s voice as a jump marker appeared on 9.

9 sees the marker and moves over to the side to allow 3 to land unhindered. 3 lands-her tentacles glowing and moving wildly. She proceeds to turn to the Octoling siblings. "I suggest you cover your ears." She states and turns back to the mob that is quickly approaching.

9 and 8 cover their ears as 3 does a front-flip and activates her special. "Is that?"

"Yes 9. It is." 3 sets down the Killer Wail megaphone and aims it in front of them.

"How did you?"

"Ever heard of Agent 3?"

"WAIT WHAT?"

"BOOOOOOYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" 3 yells into it, promptly activating the weapon, and covering her ears. A giant orange ink infused sound wave flies forwards, wiping out 95% of the forces. Forcing them to retreat. The megaphone itself bursts into ink. Leaving its space empty and a long line of orange splat puddles down the station.

"COWARDS! COME BACK HERE AND DO WHAT I-MHHHHMMMMM, HMMMHEERRRF." 3 stuffs Tartars body into the armor bag; his stand sticking out when fully zipped closed.

"For shells sake."

8 narrows her eyes.

"Not... *huff* now 8."

After all the ringing had stopped along with Tartars yelling. 9 and 3 slump down with 8 on the floor, both heavily breathing. "Ok….. they are gone for now….. whoa. Haven't had this much fun since my first battle in turf war, Urchin Underpass how I miss you."

"Okay, if you say so. So when are we getting out of here?" 9 questioned.

"Nap now, esacpe later." 3 closes her eyes and instantly falls into a light sleep. 9 desides to do the same.

"Keep an eye out will ya sis?"

8 nods.

"Thanks." 9 following 3 into a light sleep.

8 readies her weapon once more and stands guard.

"Protect." Escaped her beak, a smile breaking through.

…...Escape?...