Marco slowly treaded the dark halls of Billy's base.
They have to be here. She repeated, slowly beginning to doubt the probability.
"You find anything?" Marco whispered over comms.
"I can see what he used to leave earlier. He isn't here, we're fine!" Cleats replied, a bit loudly.
"We're supposed to be breaking into the cells and finding the rest of us, not admiring the machinery!"
"Well, on the topic of that, I found a door that looks highly suspicious. Should I kick it in?"
Marco gave the walls a glance.
"No, be careful. He's got this place rigged to blow at any second. Any mistake and they're all going to kingdom come."
"I kicked the door open." Cleats stated, bluntly.
"YOU WHAT-"
"But it's fine, nothing happened. There are cells here. You might wanna see this-"
Cleats flinched as Marco materialized right behind him and shoved him out of the way.
"They're in here. Just be careful to-"
Marco blinked and a kunai lodged itself in the wall right beside her.
"You're here. You care to explain why?" Mick queried, sword raised.
"Billy can't win this. We're going to have to intervene. Like it or not." Marco huffed, hand on her weapon.
"Ya know, I'd figure that after he'd locked us in a cell. But what makes us wanna trust YOU after you stuck with Billy?"
Cleats stepped in. "Because she's right. He's going to win if we don't stop him!"
Mick didn't stir.
"Arris said the same thing. Guess we have no choice, right?" He sighed.
"Arris? Where is she?"
Mick pointed behind him. "Wound got infected, we had to set her on the medical beds and tend to her ourselves. Seems like she wants nothing to do with you."
"Whatever! We have to put that crap aside and get the job done!" Cleats snapped.
"Get what job done?" Arris groaned, feebly, "Marco? Who the hell let you in?!"
"To be fair, they let themselves in. Billy left the door open." Mick mumbled.
"Listen, we're going to have to work together again. Billy's gonna win if we don't step in and fight."
Arris scowled. "I'd say he's already won by now. The MVPs are probably dead as hell."
"But we're still here and we can still do something! Come on, we have to do this. Pardons exist, you know… we could get outta going to jail?"
Arris gave a convinced look.
"If we stop Billy, we won't go to jail… seems like a deal to me. I'll go and get my gear."
Mick felt an arm tug on his leg.
"Dad? Who's Billy?"
"The bad guy in this corny action novel. And we're going to stop him. YOU, however, will stay your little self out of this." Mick turned to Sam. "You're not getting yourself hurt anytime soon."
"But all I do is hide, I wanna be included!" Sam complained.
"If there was a way for you to be involved from a distance, I'd love it… but you're not getting on the field, not like this. Especially not with the guy we're fighting being a multiversal terrorist who's out for our heads, let's maybe not do that."
"Mom gets included!"
"No, unfortunately, she doesn't. She hasn't been for a while, either. Not unless there's a 4th season of this corny action novel. In which, she'd probably be included."
"What action novel?"
"That's for grownups to discuss. Anyway, you just sit back and get a live front row seat at your dad kicking ass, alright?"
"...fine." Sam huffed.
Mick and Sam entered Billy's boardroom to find the others, staring at a blueprint of Billy's suit.
"Weaknesses are underneath the shields… but his shields don't run out for a long time… meaning those MVPs will have to uphold the fight for HOURS." Cleats articulated.
"They'll be lucky to last minutes put up against an indestructible war machine capable of destroying an entire solar system." Marco remarked.
"How are WE supposed to stop it?" Arris asked.
"We've got guns. And we know how to stop him. And when all else falls through the floor…" Cleats opened Billy's gun cabinet. "We use MORE guns. Any questions?"
"Yes." Arris answered, with a smirk. "Do we have to bring him back alive?"
"Nah. Let's put 'im out of his misery. That means go crazy. This guy ain't walkin' outta this ordeal." Cleats cocked a huge laser rifle. "Are we ready?"
Sam paused the test firing a laser sniper to answer a small "yes".
"Sure am." Mick called, swinging around his blade.
"Let's go." Marco and Arris both drew huge axes.
"Then we can't waste any more time! To the ship!"
On The Ship…
"We're going into the final frontier. The last fight. Anything we want to get off of our chests, before we may never speak to each other again?"
"...Listen, Arris, I may seem like an inconsiderate jerk right now, and you may still have emotional scars from when I betrayed you… but if we die, y'all were the best only friends I've ever had." Marco nearly sobbed.
"Aww. At least spending time away from my family wasn't as boring or painful. Especially not with you fellas. I suppose dying with you is a righteous way to go out." Mick faltered, quietly.
"I'm glad we got our cute moments out… are we ready?" Cleats asked, uncertain.
"Let's do it."
"Let's go!"
"I don't know any of you, but okay!"
"It's ASS KICKING TIME!"
Cleats smirked. "Let's finish this."
Hopefully soon, our protags and antags settle the score in the last chapter of the season.
And lemme tell you something. It' final battle. This is literally it. Billy versus everyone(except for Travis lol he doesn't count.)
No more surprise chapters! I'll see you again in the final chapter, where the MVPs go out with a bang! SEE YOU THEN!