For those wondering why it's a crossover story, I just wanted Spinelli to be in the story since I felt like she could fit in with this... Just to clarify things.


"Third Alarm firebox R-, Fifty dash four, Please respond O one, Charlie one. Engine Five, Engine Fifty-Five, Engine Thirty-three. Truck One, Truck Forty-Nine, Medic twenty, field com respond to New Independence Avenue, for structural fire." The dispatcher started. "Third Alarm firebox R-, Fifty dash four, Please respond O one, Charlie one. Engine Five, Engine Fifty-Five, Engine Thirty-three. Truck One, Truck Forty-Nine, Medic twenty, field com respond to New Independence Avenue, for structural fire, twenty-thirty." This was only half the problem, half the city fire departments had their hands full with another fire… specifically at the Lloyd-Shortman mansion. But mainly what was going on was that it caught the attention of the media…

Over at New Independence Avenue, the Lloyd-Shortman Industries tower looked like a burning inferno, around thirty stories high. It was also there that news helicopters surrounding the tower, from the raging fire, and the raging feud inside…

As Truck forty-nine and Engine thirty sirens blared upon arrival, firefighters around the building raced, trying to get the fire under control. Many yelled, getting more pressure for the hoses, and getting the ladder trucks in position.


Inside the Tower

CLANG!

"YOU WERE ALWAYS A JEALOUS LITTLE FUCK! AND YOU'LL BE THAT WAY UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE…!" Rhonda was battling against Curly, her long-time arch-nemesis. Spinelli was down with a partially broken leg, Gerald was knocked out at the moment. Spinelli felt helpless to do anything except for laying close to Gerald.

"JUST TRY AND USE THAT STUPID LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS AND- AH!" Rhonda caught Curly off guard and landed a few punches to his face. As they kept battling…

Back at headquarters…

"THIS IS IT! YOU. ME. BATTLE TO THE DEATH!" Helga yelled as she swung her blade at Arnold. He blocked it with his sword as he kicked her knee down and elbowed her face.

"Always filled with jealousy! Always filled with rage, AND FOR WHAT! FOR YOUR STUPID LITTLE REASONS NOBODY EVEN FUCKING KNOWS!" As they clashed their swords together, Helga missed a stab to his stomach as Arnold headbutted her away.

"Oh, you have…" Helga spat some blood out. "You have no fucking idea how long I've waited for this chance… and nobody is taking this away from me… Your whole family is nowhere near here… and I'm finally left to kill you!

"Kill me? And all for your little jealous reasons that YOU caused yourself!"

CLASH!

"Watch your fuckin' mouth… BEFORE I SLICE IT OFF!" Helga swung at his face, but Arnold jumped over her and slashed the back of her military armor.

"I swore I'd never kill, 'cause I'm not like the scum pieces of shit that roam the streets! But I'll probably make an exception for you… You dirty son of A BITCH!"

Arnold nearly landed his uppercut but got kicked away. Helga was about to jump onto him and stab him straight in the body, but Arnold quickly dodged it as he quickly rolled for a kick straight to the ribs. Helga got up quickly as sharp blades came from her gloves. She swung at Arnold, but he weaved and dodged every swing.

"I'd hate to mess up your face… you've always had a pretty f-"

"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WEIRD PERVERTED FREAKSHOW!" Rhonda exclaimed as she threw a powerful punch to Curly's throat.

He merely gave an evil grin as three throwing knives slid from his sleeve and launched it at Rhonda. She avoided them, but Curly landed a quick punch towards her stomach, an uppercut, and spun around to land a powerful kick that sent her straight into fallen debris from the tower.

Spinelli was tired of sitting around so she decided to see whether her armor feature was still malfunctioning. "I'm sick of sitting here! Impulse, Phoebe, how are the system diagnostics?"

"Systems back online. Impulse should have it fixed by now."

Spinelli didn't hesitate as she pressed the armor mode button and her armor built around her, and stabilized her leg. "Finally! Time for some ass-kickin'!"

She immediately flew towards Curly and absolutely wiped the ground with him. Curly put a hand over her face and punched her stomach, and kicked her away.

Spinelli tumbled back onto her feet as she launched two missiles from her glove. Curly avoided it as the missiles instead hit the tower itself.

"aw, fuck…" Spinelli lightly said.

Rhonda slowly gained her consciousness back, and at a good time two, and so did Gerald.

Curly ran off to a different part of the tower. The tower had a creaking noise until…

A shot of flames crackled near Spinelli as parts of the tower creaked extremely loud, towards eventually collapsing.

Flames shot out of the tower as firefighters looked up from street level. Some firefighters lowered themselves from the ladders they were on as the flames raged.

BOOM!

Flames shot out of the thirteenth floor as a massive explosion followed after. News helicopters got away from the explosions as it was near them.

Flames shot out from different places inside as the structure was collapsing. Gerald and Rhonda activated their armors as they tried to get away from the collapsing debris. Little did they know, the same thing was also going down at their HQ.


Flames shot out and crackled from the ground as the lair structures were falling apart. But that didn't stop the raging rivalry between Arnold and Helga.

As the structure collapsed, Arnold landed a quick two punches and did a spin kick, knocking Helga into falling debris.

Arnold turned away for a moment and looked at the falling debris. He was about to activate his armor but heard Helga screaming from behind as she was ready to strike him down.

Arnold managed to avoid the blade, but his armor button got sliced up and was now destroyed.

"You son of a bitch… THAT WAS OUR ONLY WAY OUT!"

"I DON'T CARE! WE FINISH THIS UNTIL ONE OF US LOOKS AT THE OTHER'S CORPSE!"

"Is that what you want…? Well fine. Impulse, activate Hillwood Saviour protocol, NOW!"

"But sir-"

"DO IT, IMPULSE."

"Initiating Hillwood Saviour protocol. I hope you know what you are doing, sir."

The news helicopters above the Lloyd-Shortman mansion backed away as the mansion blew up more flames. The fire crackled as a massive explosion followed shortly after. The explosion even led into the HQ.

"YES, YESSS! THIS IS WHAT I WANT! NOW LET'S FINISH THIS, FOOTBALL FACE!"

Helga drew her arm blades but Arnold immediately kicked her straight in the face, knocking her down to the destroyed Quinjet, and knocking her out.

Soon, an explosion followed which collapsed the floor. Debris fell as Arnold fell as well. Fortunately, he landed on a small area down below but got knocked out once he landed on the debris. His sword fell right next to him as he laid there, unconscious. A little beeping went off on his suit, signaling he was in trouble. Unfortunately for him, most of his team was busy, Miles, Stella, and Nadine were busy, battling against the Militia, Helga, and Curlys army. And his in-laws didn't have the SLIGHTEST clue of what was of him. They watched the news live and were horrified of what was of their daughter and son-in-law.


In the Home of the Lloyd's

"Buckley… What could be of our daughter and son-in-law?!" Brooke was starting to tear up as she watched live coverage of the burning tower and burning mansion with a small hole in the ground.

"Oh, dear… Wait! I think I'm able to contact one of their partners, Mrs. Hyerdhal!"

"Do it, Buckley! I need to know what's of my children!"

"Well, Arnold's our son-in-law but-"

"JUST DO IT ALREADY."

Buckley nodded as he soon started to contact Phoebe.

Phoebe was busy in the auto-piloted Hyperjet, looking over the system settings and seeing where her team was at. She saw the beeping on the jet's dashboard, signaling Arnold was down. It automatically triggers a distress signal if one of the team members is down.

"Oh no…" She then heard the crime wave alert beeping, it was Rhonda's father, Buckley Lloyd. "H-Hello, Mr. Lloyd. Is everything alright?" Phoebe answered nervously.

"Mrs. Heyerdahl, I'm sorry to interrupt anything you're busy with, but my wife and I need to know what's of our daughter and son-in-law!"

"Well… I can't say for certain about Arnold since I've received a distress signal from his suit…" As Phoebe kept telling Buckley about their situations…

Miles, Stella, and Nadine, they were all busy fighting off the Militia. Stella had the M.O.T. auto-piloted by Impulse as it handed the rattler tanks.

"There's too many!" Stella exclaimed. "We HAVE to keep going! Arnold and the rest are counting on us!" Nadine replied as she threw one of the soldiers into the others as if they were bowling pins.

"Stella, come in! Do you read me?" Phoebe called in through their headsets. "Phoebe, what's wrong?"

"It's Arnold… I'm not getting a single word back and I think his comms are down. I need someone to go and check on him!"

Stella went wide-eyed as she had a stern look on her face. "Look, I'm sending Nadine over. I can't leave Miles alone against an entire army against us!" Phoebe then replied. "I understand."

"Nadine! Did you hear over the headset?"

"I heard that loud and clear, I'm on my way there now!" She pressed a button on her wrist comms manager which brought out the cycle from out of nowhere. She hopped on the cycle and she raced over to HQ

Back with Arnold, he was still unconscious as laid there. In his mind, he felt his life flash before his eyes before he got knocked out. As police sirens wailed in the background, flashbacks soon started coming to mind…


Thought the beginning of this chapter looked cool... I don't know what you guys think but I hope you find it rather a cool detail. Crazy thing here, I heard fire trucks pass by when I wrote the beginning of this chapter LOL.