So, the bad news is that I'm very sick, but on the bright side- because of the holidays I have some free time! So, I'm going to power through it to get some more chapters out for y'all! Enjoy!

This was not how this raid was supposed to go! When Winger was planning this raid out, he envisioned himself getting in and out with some vital information in tow, instead though, he was currently sprinting around an enemy compost being chased by more enemies than he cared to count.

"Watcher I need room! I can't fight like this!" Winger yelled into his comms. These hallways were so narrow to the point that he couldn't even spread his arms out.

"Left turn now! There's a large room ahead!" Watcher shouted back, carefully keeping an eye on everything through Odoroki and the body camera on Winger.

Winger pivoted on the spot flying down the final corridor, if he could just get some more room, he'd actually be able to deal with these guys. The basic foot soldiers of the Galra Gang weren't particularly strong, but their numbers more than made up for the lack of strength. That was the Galra's way, if they couldn't scare you into submission with pure intimidation then they would overpower you with staggering numbers. Even now, when the compost was supposed to be mostly empty, there was still a significant amount of soldiers present.

When Winger finally barged into one of the largest rooms in the entire compound alarm bells started blaring in his head. The look of this room gave off a suffocating aura of danger, but before Winger had a chance to figure out why or even be able to properly look around the room, the group of people that were chasing him were now on top of him. Unsheathing his staff, Winger didn't hesitate to get started. He didn't fear the foot soldiers, and despite his presence now being known, he still planned on continuing his mission. He already knew that the 'big bosses' of the Galra Gang were wrapped up in business of their own. He would never get this chance again, if he didn't get this information here and now, they wouldn't have a chance in hell of stopping whatever the Galra were planning.

The activation of Winger's famous staff made some of the soldiers hesitate, buying him a few precious seconds worth of time. His staff required more mental power than he would have cared for, but its effectiveness had no equal. If Winger used too much of the staff's power, he would badly burn or even kill his opponent; but if he used too little power, it would be nothing more than a static shock that his opponent would barely even register. Winger smirked as he took on the soldiers closest to him, it was a wonder that the Galra hadn't figured out this little secret yet. The effectiveness of his staff couldn't be fully accredited to Winger alone. Part of the reason was not the wielder's skill or strength, but the metals and other compounds in the Galra Gang's armor. The exact reason was long, confusing, and extremely complicated to the point that Lance and Matt didn't even understand why it happened, but put simply, the armor of the Galra's soldiers was susceptible to electricity and Adam had spent months fine-tuning the frequency and power of his staff. He finally found the perfect formula for him to minimize the damage done to his opponent, but also minimizing the amount of time required to subdue them.

Due to this formula needing to be perfectly balanced, Winger's mind was always racing every time he was in combat, constantly adjusting the frequency when required and counting the seconds that the end of his staff was in contact with his opponent. It certainly kept him on his toes, but to him, it was worth it.

"So, the reports were accurate after all!" A voice boomed throughout the room, freezing everyone. Winger's blood ran cold, he knew that voice. Its owner wasn't supposed to be here.

"Adam, I'm losing my visual! Get out! Get out now!" Matt screamed in his ear, figuring out what was happening a second sooner due to his birds-eye view that had just started to fritz out.

"Imagine my surprise when I was told that there was a vigilante sneaking around my compound. And not just any vigilante! It's the famous Winger, what a privilege we have, boys!"

No! No no no no no no! He's not supposed to be here!

"What? Surprised to see me? Why? It's my compound after all." The voice taunted him.

It was a trap! All of it! The promise of him not being here, the mostly empty compound, the temptation of stealing the plans! It was all a trap! They led me here!

The realization slammed into Winger like a truck, he didn't gather the information about this compound, it was given to him; he didn't happen to run across this conveniently large room, he was led here.

He wasn't the only one who fought better in large, open rooms.

"What's going on?!" Curtis yelled.

"I'm being jammed!"

"By what?! We took all of the jammers out!"

"I don't know! Adam! Adam, you hear me?!" Matt shouted into the comms, getting nothing except static in return. This could not be happening!

"Adam, listen to me, he's here, you need to get out! Now! Adam, respond!" They both waited with bated breath hoping for something, anything!

"Damn it! I can't get through and Odoroki is glitching so much I can't see anything!"

"Matt, that wasn't really him, was it?" Curtis had a calm look on his face, but the worry in his voice betrayed him.

"You had better get down there."

"How did this happen?"

"Just be ready to catch him when he comes flying out. We'll figure this out later. Take a mask, and the car. Go now!" Curtis didn't need to be told twice, zipping up his jacket and throwing his black hat back onto his head, he grabbed a mask and dove into the special car they had set aside for times like this.

Lance didn't consider himself a paranoid person, but an unknown force was eating away at him today. He originally thought he had forgotten someone's birthday, or maybe left the oven on at his apartment, but as the feeling grew, he started to worry it was due to his other life. He knew that the Galra were plotting. Did this mean they went from plotting to executing their plan? He couldn't shake the feeling off, so he decided to call Adam. His phone rang once before suddenly cutting off. That's weird. He tried again, but the two phones couldn't connect. He tried calling Matt next, but after waiting out all of the long rings, he was met with the same luck.

Since when do those two not answer their phones? And at the same time too.

There was one more option Lance had, the three of them plus Curtis all had an emergency beacon that they carried with them at all times. Lance could activate his and it would send his location and a voice message to the other, but he resisted that option. He knew it was a serious situation, but at the same time, he didn't have any actual proof, only his gut feeling; and that wasn't enough to warrant the heart attack the others would have if he activated his emergency beacon. So, Lance huffed and continued with his day, glancing over his shoulder, and checking his phone every five minutes, keeping an eye out for whatever was causing this bizarre six-sense feeling.

"Earth to Lance, you in there?" Hunk called waving his hands in front of his best friend's face.

"Sorry, man. I'm just really busy." Lance answered, suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, and temporarily interrupting his scoping.

"Where is your head today?"

"Ah it's nothing important, don't worry. What were you saying?" Lance hated lying to his best friend, and if he were actually honest to himself, he'd really like to talk about some things with him. However, this secret could never be shared, if Hunk knew of his other life he would immediately be put in danger, and that's something Lance will never allow. After Lance was injured by the Galra, he had told his friends and family that he had been in a bad car accident and that he was living with Matt at his apartment after he was released from the hospital. He was thankful that Adam and Matt had done all of the planning and heavy lifting coming up with lies, changing records or the appearance of things to make it believable, and Matt took care of all the required talking. His family and friends thankfully, were more concerned about him than the details of what happened, making it a lot easier to explain the bald-faced lies.

He knew Hunk constantly worried about his mental state and talked to Lance as much as he could, but there was only so much Hunk could do when he didn't even begin to know the real story.

"You'll let me know if you need anything, right?" Hunk said softly.

"You'll be the first. Really, I'm fine." Lance reassured him flashing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Our last delivery is a fairly large cake for a retirement ceremony, the main problem is it's a little way away."

"Well, we better get going then!" Lance called running back to their truck.

"Adam, I swear to God, if you die, I will kill you!" Curtis snapped as he speeded through the streets.

"I don't think it works like that."

"Not the time Matt. Tell me you have something?"

"Oh yeah I've got a lot of 'something' alright, it's called NOTHING!"

Curtis mentally added Matt to the list of people he planned on killing.

"Did he activate it?" Curtis didn't know if he should be more worried or less worried that Adam hasn't activated his emergency beacon yet.

"Not yet. Doesn't matter what kind of fancy jammer they have; those beacons can get through anything."

"You sure about that?"

"Trust me. It took Adam and I forever to do it; nothing can stop it."

"What about Lance? If Adam activates his beacon, we won't be able to stop Lance from rushing in there."

"I've already taken care of it."

"What have you done now?!"

"I deactivated Lance's beacon."

"YOU WHAT?! What about if he needs to use his?! How did you even do that?! Since when you could do that?!"

"Calm down. He's delivering cakes with Hunk today and I'm tracking the van, plus I miiiiiggggghhhhtttt have Eagle following him, and of course I can do that! I designed the tech; my rules!"

"Screw the Galra, you're going to be the death of me. Don't think this conversation is over! I will deal with you later!"

"Oh great, now I have something to look forward to!"

Curtis suddenly found Matt at the top of his ever-increasing list of people he was planning on murdering.

It sounded as if Matt was yelling Chinese in Adam's ear before cutting off completely.

Great. They brought jammers with them.

Adam's mind was racing even faster now, attempting to figure out how to get himself out of this situation. He couldn't go out the way he came in as the Galra were slowly starting to surround him, focusing their numbers on the exit. The second option was a door up on a platform, the problem with that option was very simple; it was the door his new opponents just came through. His third option was creating his own door, but with him being so far underground it wouldn't do him much good. There was only one thing Adam knew and that was that he needed to get out of this room, separate their forces, and work his way back to the surface. How he'd do that? He was still working on that part.

"What's the matter little birdie? You don't look so good."

"What can I say, Sendak? You don't smell so good." Pissing off the Galra General probably wasn't his best idea, but the longer he could keep the conversation going, the longer he'd have to come up with an escape plan.

"Let's see if we can beat that sense of humor out of him, what'd ya say boys?"

Or not!

Well Plan A was now scrapped as the foot soldiers started charging him, the General having no intentions to allow him anymore time to think. What was Plan B again?

Winger knew Sendak's strategy, Sendak knew that his foot soldiers, despite having superior numbers wouldn't be able to defeat Winger, but they could wear him down. After Winger was exhausted, Sendak would then engage him to finish him off. Winger however, had no intentions of letting that happen. Sendak's fighting style made it very difficult for others to fight with him or help him, so if Winger could draw him into a fight the other soldiers would back off. The problem with that is that Winger would be fighting Sendak alone, underground with no escape, on his own turf. Not exactly and ideal situation. His best option was to get the hell out of this room, but as time went on, he started to realize that it would be impossible to do so without getting into a big fight of some kind.

"What's the matter Sendak?! Too scared to fight me yourself?!" Winger shouted out at the same time as he slammed his staff into the ground, effectively throwing the Galra close to him across the room finally providing him some breathing room.

"I fear nothing, vigilante." Sendak's voice growled out.

"Then face me!" Winger yelled as he threw a dagger towards the good General's face. Sendak caught it easily, but it did the trick. He was a very easy man to aggravate, and having a knife thrown at your face would piss anyone off. Winger wasn't sure if he should celebrate or cry when his plan worked and Sendak vaulted over the railing to land a few feet in front of him.

Now both exits were mostly clear, only a few soldiers remaining by each. Ideally, he wanted to go out the way he came in so he could retrace his steps back to the surface, but he had no doubt that the Galra were expecting him to do that and had stationed extra men along his path. If he used the other exit, he wouldn't know the way, but there shouldn't be as many enemies in his way.

Ten minutes and a killer uppercut later, Winger found himself on his back with his body screaming at him. His staff wasn't nearly as effective on the General's armor and for every hit he landed, Sendak landed three. He wasn't going to get anywhere like this, his body was at its limits. Sendak threw a box at him which he quickly rolled away from, throwing more daggers as a counter. Sendak raised his left arm to block them. Winger narrowed his eyes, there was something about that arm, Sendak had only been using it for defense, but he didn't seem to feel anything that hit it. Winger couldn't see its appearance due to the mass of armor covering it, but he knew it had to be different than his offensive right arm.

Before Winger could think on the matter anymore the impossible happened, Sendak gave an evil smile and pointed his left arm directly at him. Winger didn't know what was about to happen, but it certainly wasn't that! Sendak launched his left arm at Winger; he jumped out of the way but with his attention diverted he was helpless to Sendak charging in and getting a clean hit with his right arm.

What the hell was that?! How is that possible?! It's not possible! Arms can't just fly off a body!

Adam couldn't comprehend what had just occurred. His mind reeled, and his body ached, his entire mindset just changed. He needs to get out. Right now. Before now he entertained the idea of maybe defeating Sendak, but now that he had revealed his newest weapon, that thought flew out of Adam's mind.

I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this.

Winger slammed his hand down onto his left wrist activating his emergency beacon. Turning his attention back to the fight at hand, he had to find a way out.

He has to get out to survive!

Sorry about the cliff hanger! I will try to get Chapter 7 out faster! Thank you so much for your support! Also peep all of the chapter names, I finally added some!

~Kiera540