Not All Good Things Last 3

Not All Good Things Last 3

Kick Some Ass

"This is it?" Buttercup asked, "We just get these things?"

"It's the best the Professor could do, Buttercup," Blossom muttered and smiled at the Professor, "Thank you, Professor."

"Well, at least we don't have to use the Dynamo anymore," Buttercup sighed, "I didn't really like that thing."

Bubbles frowned, "I don't want to use a gun. Shooting people is wrong!"

Everyone, even Boomer ignored her complaint.

"I have a question, Professor," Blossom said, "Will we still keep our mind link with each other?"

"Try it," he said.

Blossom looked and Brick and sent mentally, 'can you hear me?'

'Sure I can,' he sent back, 'like I did last night. Boomer got Bubbles' message.'

Blossom nodded to the Professor, "still works. But it wasn't working when we were asleep."

"It used to work all the time," Boomer said.

"Now your powers are all gone," The Professor said, "but your telepathy still works. It probably only works now when you're both conscious. Let me run a quick test."

The six teenagers sat in the large chairs with wires taped to their foreheads. The Professor studied their brainwaves in consciousness, semi consciousness, and unconsciousness.

"Ah, just as I suspected," The Professor said after the test was over. "The messages can't be received when the other is asleep or unconscious."

Bubbles groaned irritably.

"Well, it's not too bad," Blossom said optimistically, "that way we can know if someone is hurt."

"Good point," Brick agreed. "So where do we find this guy?"

"He said he'd be back with his buddies," Boomer said. "In the street."

"Why don't we go pay him a little visit?" Butch questioned.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Buttercup demanded. "We don't know how to find him!"

Butch grinned and picked up what looked like a funny looking calculator. "With this thing."

"It's a tracking device!" Brick gasped.

"Duh," Butch muttered, "we can follow the guy's footprints with this thing and it would lead us right to the basta--"

"Eh-hem," The Professor cleared his throat loudly.

"I mean, the jerk who shot Brick!" Butch rephrased.

"Take care of my girls," The Professor commanded.

"Not to worry, Professor," Blossom said, "We'll be fine. It's not the first time we fought crime."

"Yeah, but it's the first time we fought it without our super powers!" Buttercup groaned. "I feel so--so--so normal!"

"There's nothing wrong about being normal," Butch said. "It's more of a challenge this way, Buttercup and---"

Buttercup turned and punched Butch in the stomach. He gasped and fell back.

"Buttercup," he wheezed, "why?"

"I was just checking to see if I still hit hard," she said. "Well?"

"I'll let you know when the pain goes away," he moaned.

"Well, let's put these new armor suits on," Blossom urged, "we're not beaten yet."

The suits were made out of tough leather and ranged from dark pink to light blue, light green and red, dark blue and dark green. They were something like what the squat team members wore when they had to stop a bank robbery or something. They each had a pair of goggle-like sunglasses that also gave them ability to see in the dark or check for heat energy and other cool effects. They each had a tracking device and communicators, though they still had their mind link ability. Apparently the professor had gone all out on these knew suits and gadgets incase anything were to happen to the Powerpuff girls and Rowdyruff boys.

"Wow, Professor," Buttercup said, "is there nothing you can invent?" There was a ring like device around her wrist that looked like a sort of firearm with buttons.

The professor blushed, "I'm only being prepared."

"Prepared must be your middle name!" Brick exclaimed.

"Actually, it's Wayne," he mumbled.

"Let's hurry up and find this guy," Butch said, picking up all the guns he could possibly carry.

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"The Professor could've at least gave us instructions on these things," Boomer mumbled, "I wonder what this button does?" He pressed the button on his wrist and a stream of fog shot out of the opening. "Fog?"

"I think to check for invisible security lasers," Bubbles said. "Haven't you seen the James Bond Movies?"

"Oh yeahhh," he whispered. "The names Boomer…Rowdyruff Boomer…of the--"

"Would you cut that out?" Butch demanded, checking how much ammunition he had in his large machine gun and then pulling it over his shoulders.

"That must be it," Blossom said, "The tracks stop here." She pointed at a rather long and wide building with a tower on it.

"Wow, big place," Brick muttered, "how do we get in?"

"Watch this," Buttercup said, pulling a gun-like device from her belt and pulling a trigger. There was a loud bang and a grappling hook shot from the barrel and snagged on the roof of the building. "See, like Batman!" she pressed the side button and it pulled her up to the roof.

"Oh, I see," Bubbles said and doing the same. "I was wondering why it looked kinda funny."

The rest followed suit.

"I think we should all split up," Blossom suggested.

"In partnerships, right?" Bubbles asked hopefully.

"Yes, Bubbles, you can be with Boomer." Buttercup muttered.

"Yay!" she cried and linked her arms around his elbow. He flashed her one of his best sexy smiles.

"We'd better be careful," Blossom said, "these guys are dangerous."

"They're probably professionals." Brick added.

"Hey, we could handle giant monsters," Buttercup said, "We can handle these twerps."

They exchanged nods and took different entrances to the base.

"Dang, is it dark in here or what?" Butch muttered, turning the night vision on his goggles.

"They probably never buy their light bill," Butch shuddered, "or their heat bill."

"Cold, Buttercup?" Butch asked, leering at her with 'that look' on his face.

Buttercup sneered and elbowed him in the rubs, "shut up, you perv."

"Okay, fine, freeze," he sighed, "I was only suggesting if you wanted me to keep you warm--"

"These suits have automatic cooling and heating systems, stupid," she grunted, "I'm warmer now."

"Bummer."

"The guy said there're six of 'em," she said, "so why's this place so empty?"

"Maybe they're on their way to meet us where Percival shot Brick," he suggested. "They'd be surprised when they return."

There was a funny whizzing noise ahead of them.

"Hear that?" she asked.

"Yeah." He said, "It's behind the door. If you're scared Buttercup, I'll hold your hand."

"Oh, shut up!" she hissed and marched to the door. "Let's see what's in there!" Instead of turning the knob to check if it was locked, she kicked the door open and held her right wrist with her left thumb on the button to fire her new 'hand gun' "Freeze!…What?"

"Oh, crap…" Butch said, "it's a…"

"Bomb!" Buttercup yelled and pulled him out of the room just before the room blew up. "You okay, Butch?"

"I think I need mouth to mouth," he whispered.

"Moron," she grumbled, "c'mon, let's hurry and find something to blow up!"

They took another turn where they found a dozen angry guard dogs walking slowly toward them.

"Holy sh--" Butch began.

"Run!" Buttercup whispered.

"Buttercup, you do not run from dogs!" he yelled.

"But I don't want to kill them," she said, "Bubbles and Blossom will think I'm evil! Especially Bubbles! I wish she was here with us and then she could tell them to leave us alone!"

"Why don't you gas them?" he asked while chanting, "nice doggies, nice doggies."

"Excuse yourself, Butch," she muttered.

"No, I mean," he said, "put them under…you know…" he nodded to one of the buttons on her wrist.

"Oh, I can make them fall asleep?" she asked, "well, let me find it."

"Hurry, up, Buttercup," he muttered. "Oh, let me." He turned the dial on his own arm, "here, poochies," he said and sprayed a thick onto them. They barked a few times and fell down in a deep slumber.

"Hey, I found it!" she pressed the button and nearly got Butch.

"Buttercup!"

"Oh, sorry."

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"I wonder how they were able to get around this place without getting lost," Bubbles said.

"Yeah," Boomer said, "good question. It's huge."

"Hmm, what's this?" Bubbles whispered, stopping at a room. Boomer went on walking, thinking she was still behind him.

"I wonder if the others have found anything yet," Boomer said. "Hey, Bubbles, maybe we should meet up with the others. Uh, Bubbles?" He turned around and gasped, seeing she was not there. "Bubbles? Bubbles, where are you?"

He screamed for her but he got no answer so he tried the mindlink, 'hey, Bubbles, where are you?'

'I'm not sure,' came her reply, 'Boomer, I think you should come see this.'

He clicked on his communicator, "Bubbles, why didn't you tell me you found something? Tell me where you are!"

She blushed, "oops, I'm sorry. I forgot." She held her arm up to show him the room she was in. It was a computer lab of some kind.

"Stay right there," he commanded, "I'm coming for you."

"Oh, relax, Boomer," she said, "I'll be--augh! Boomer!"

"Bubbles, what's wrong?"

He heard her coughing and mumble something about gas. Then he heard her body hit the floor.

"Bubbles! Bubbles!" He ran back the way he had come and tried to communicate with her with the mind link. 'Bubbles, answer me, please! Are you all right?' She didn't answer him and fear took over as he remembered the professor telling them that the mindlink did not work when the other is unconscious. Boomer never ran so hard in his life.

He entered the room with many computers, a projector and a screen. It looked something like a classroom. Lying on the floor next to a computer was Bubbles. H He knelt down in front of her and turned her around. She was unconscious, but she was breathing. He looked up to the computer screen that was on. Bubbles had to be looking at some computer files. He looked at them and gasped at what he found out.

"Oh no," he muttered. He grabbed a couple disks and documents and shoved them in his bag. "I've got tot tell the others," he whispered and bent down to pick up Bubbles. "Bubbles, are you okay?"

"Intruder---Intruder!" buzzed a mechanical voice. A robot about the size of a person rolled toward Boomer from a corner. It was shaking its arms wildly and its eyes were flashing as it repeated, "intruder….intruder!"

Boomer had to laugh. "One stupid robot, gimmie a break!" he picked Bubbles up in his arms and reached for a grenade on his belt. "This is why they call me Boomer!" He bit the pin off the grenade, spit it out over his shoulder and chucked the grenade in front of the robot. He ran for the door and rolled down the hall, holding Bubbles, as the grenade exploded.

"Ughnnn," Bubbles moaned, opened her eyes and looked into Boomers', "what happened?"

"Bubbles, are you okay?" Boomer asked.

"Y-yeah, I think so," she whispered.

"Good," he muttered and reached behind him, "I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen again--"

"Oh Boomer!" Bubbles sighed, closing her eyes and puckering her lips. He felt something click on her wrist. "What the, Boomer!" She looked down at a metal ring around her wrist, a cufflink. "What's the big idea?"

"You had me worried sick, Bubbles!" He muttered, putting the other ring on his wrist. "Why did you go in there without letting me know? I thought you were behind me the whole time! Well, this time, I'm not letting you out of my sight! Never, ever, ever do that again! The professor will never let me or my brothers see you and your sisters again!"

She frowned, "Boomer, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stay in the room that long…I just wanted to take a look! Honest, I'm so sorry!" She covered her face and began to cry. "I should've known better."

"Ah, don't cry, Bubbles," he mumbled, rubbing her head. "I didn't mean to yell at you. You're just naturally curious."

"Yeah, naturally stupid too!" she whined.

"No, you're not!" He said half-seriously, half-playfully.

"Oh, yes I am! I'm curious, stupid and gullible!"

"You're just not used to this," he said. "I don't think you're stupid, Bubbles!"

"You're only saying that," she sniffed.

"I am not!" he yelled.

"You are too!"

"I mean it!"

She paused and smiled faintly, "Really?"

"Yeah."

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it."

"For reals?"

"Yes, for reals."

"Oh, Boomer!" she cried, throwing her arms around him, almost injuring the arm that was connected to hers with the cufflinks. "I love you!"

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"Brick, are you all right?" Blossom asked. "You want to rest?"

Brick laughed, "Blossom, I was only shot once."

"Yes, but-" she sighed, "oh, nevermind."

"Nervous about something?" he asked.

"No--what makes you say that?" she questioned.

"We lost our powers," he said. "And you keep laying with the gadgets on your suit."

She bit her lip, "well, maybe I am a little."

He put his arms around her shoulders briefly, "Hey, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

She forced a smile, "yeah, you're right. I'm still a super hero."

"That's my girl!"

Blossom stepped on something in the floor and a bunch of guns, arrows fired through holes in the walls.

"Get down!" Brick yelled, throwing his arms around her waist and pulling her down in the ground. "Augh! Crap!" He grunted as he felt an arrow pierce his side, "I hate getting shot by stuff!" Luckily with the body armor on his suit, the arrow did not pierce his skin.

Blossom held her arm and shot at the firearms in the holes of the walls. She was able to get one and then the rest exploded.

"Huh?" She mumbled.

Brick looked up, "hey, you see that?"

Someone dressed in black stood about ten feet in front of Blossom and Brick. Thinking the figure was there to destroy them, Blossom groaned and said. "That's it, I give up!" she ripped off her guns and goggles. "Go ahead and kill us if you want to. I can't take it anymore!"

"Blossom, calm down!" Brick muttered.

The figure stepped closer to them until it was standing right over them. Blossom gasped and closed her eyes. The figure reached inside its cloak and Blossom fell closer back into Brick. "I don't want to die…" she whispered.

"Blossom, look," Brick said.

"Huh?" she opened her eyes and the figure held in its hand, a vial filled with silvery liquid. Blossom blinked, cocking her head. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

Hey, who do you think the person is? You should all know.

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