Arnold was slowly moving around in agony as he tried to contact the others, but too much radio static came through.
Over at the Lloyd-Shortman Tower
Spinelli, Gerald, and Rhonda managed to get to a safe spot inside the burning tower. While they encountered much debris, they took a moment to catch their breath.
"Everyone alright?" Spinelli asked. "All good here. Gerald replied. "No complaints here."
"We just have to find that son of a bitch, Curly! He's the one who got us trapped in here!" Rhonda exclaimed. "You got that one right, sis. I'll rip his fuckin' head off if I see him!"
"Get in line."
Over with Curly, he managed to get away from the three, he held his arm as he tried reaching the militia commander. "Commander, commander do you read?"
"Boss, what do you need?"
"Call off the ambush! I have a better target! Send most of the soldiers towards the Lloyd-Shortman mansion! Send in the drones to keep this area closed off!"
"Right away, boss!"
"Get the Cobra drones on guard at that mansion! I don't want people setting a FOOT there, you got that?"
"I got Cobras deployed, nobodies stopping them, sir!"
"This all ends… tonight." Curly clenched his fist.
"Sergeant, you read?" He then contacted the Militia sergeant.
Back with Miles and Stella, the Militia called off their attacks as the Militia APCs rolled in and they boarded them.
"They're not leaving because they're scared… They're leaving for something else." Miles turned to Stella. She only nodded. Stella called in the hyperjet since the quinjet's status was offline.
Back in the Tower
Stella radioed Spinelli for a status update on the three. "Spinelli? Spinelli, come in."
"I read loud and clear."
"I need a status update on you three. How are you guys holding up?"
"We're fine right now, Curly escaped our grasp, but we'll soon find that weasel."
"Spinelli, don't make the team take an unnecessary risk! You three are trapped in a burning tower and I don't want any of you guys getting trapped like Arnold!"
Spinelli paused as she was shocked. She took a deep sigh. "Yes, master."
"What was the deep sigh all about?" Rhonda turned to Spinelli. "It's nothing. What are we dealing with?"
She looked ahead, only to see bunches of debris blocking the way along with flames everywhere. "Oh no… Hold on, I think I should have something to get us through."
Razor-sharp blades drew from her gloves, Spinelli slightly smirked as she started slashing debris out of the way. "Let's go, we don't have time to waste!"
Back in the hyperjet, Stella tried reaching Arnold, but the radio was filled with too much static. Phoebe only had his last known coordinates but didn't know whether he'd still be there. Soon, the three then saw the Militia APCs dropping off the soldiers as Cobra drones rolled in and vaporized several cars.
"Uh oh…" The three said. "Impulse, remote pilot the tank, draw them away from here if possible!" Miles said as he handed control to Impulse. "Right away, sir."
A flash soon raced by and then drifted in front of the Cobra drones. The Cobras all locked their sights on it as the tank-like vehicle raced off. The Cobra drones soon chased after it and crushed every car in its way.
"Great job, Impulse!" Phoebe said.
Back at the tower, As the three got past lots of debris, they were trying to find Curly, but no sight of him.
"Where can that weasel even be?!"
"We better keep looking, he couldn't have gone far!" Gerald replied.
Soon, the three sighted him. "THERE HE IS! Spinelli yelled.
The three soon ran in his direction. "Not today, fuckers!" Curly threw one of his blades behind, causing the ground to collapse.
Rhonda soon got on her earpiece. "Team two to the Hyperjet, we- WOAH!" The three fell back onto one another as flames shot up from the floor below and bunches of debris started falling and collapsing.
Outside, the building looked devoured in flames from the twelfth story to the top of the building. Flames shot out of the twentieth floor as debris started falling to the ground. Huge pieces of debris on fire landed on multiple cars down below, causing some of the cars to explode as firefighters retreated from ground level.
Militia APCs dropped off soldiers as rattler drones and diamondback drones arrived. Police were forced to evacuate the area, and force the firemen to retreat when the Militia arrived. Some of the Militia soldiers were really surprised at how the building looked from ground level.
"I don't think I've ever seen a fire burn this bad." One soldier said. "I've seen so much shit in my life, and this is definitely one of them." Another soldier replied. "Is that even real? Looks like something out of a movie."
As the majority of the soldiers were discussing the burning tower, even the onlooking Militia Commander was surprised.
Back at the mansion, the Militia soldiers there were also discussing the fire occurring there.
Over with Arnold, he struggled to move as he slowly moved around, and gained consciousness slowly. As he kept moving around, another flashback of his recruitment came back to him…
Two Years After Gerald's Recruitment
After Gerald joined the team, Phoebe and him decided to move in with them, but they slept at a different part of the mansion so that they wouldn't hear Arnold and Rhonda having their nightly 'shenanigans'.
During one night on their nightly patrol, Gerald was on the road as he took the stealth cycle, while Arnold and Rhonda were up on a rooftop, mostly flirting with each other.
Arnold and Rhonda rubbed their cheeks together as they kissed. "Y'know Arnold, even if we have more people in our mansion, it doesn't stop us from having our nightly fun, no?" Rhonda gave a loving look.
Arnold lifted her chin as he smirked. "Are you trying to say we should have sex later tonight?"
Rhonda happily nodded as Arnold merely chuckled. He didn't say anything as he gave her a slow kiss.
Their kiss would soon get interrupted by an angry yell.