I know what darkness means
(and the void you learned from me)
The isolation steams
(So I think it wants to bleed)
The echoes in my brain
(All the things you said to me)
You took my everything
Now I'm coming for you!

I won't back down
I will not fail
I've come to bring you down
I live again
Things you did
I've come to bring you down

"Won't Back Down" by Fuel

Divided We Stand

Caesar was fuming as he entered the large mansion without his usual care about silence. What was he fuming about? His latest contract. Kidnapping some teenager was truly a waste of his abilities as far as he was concerned. Even if said teenager was being guarded by three highly trained Global Justice agents. That was hardly a workout for someone of his abilities.

If the asshole that contracted him wasn't paying so well he'd have just cut all ties with him. Or maybe just settled for cutting him. Whatever works.

He was still fuming as he walked into the den intent on pouring himself a stiff drink. That plan changed as a lamp was turned on causing him to spin towards the source.

"Hello Caesar." Ron said calmly from the easy chair he was sitting in. "Or should I say hello Kit."

"So you finally figured it out?" Caesar laughed as he slowly took off the smooth black helmet he wore to reveal the face of Kit Yun. "It took you long enough! I thought I was going to have to take out an ad!"

"I suspected it was you. Right from that first fight at the chemical plant." Ron told him, a smirk playing on his lips. "The same cocky way of fighting you used was a dead giveaway. You always did have discipline issues."

"It was good enough to take you down." Kit spat.

Ron just laughed. "True, but I did make a fiery comeback. I always make a comeback."

"You always had the Ancient One to protect you! Well there's nobody to protect you now!"

"Yah well, you know what?" Ron asked as he stood up and casually cracked his back. "I understand why you attacked Master Sensei, you needed me in Japan to frame me. What I don't get is why you killed the Ancient One? At first I thought it was the mystic secrets, but you don't have them either do you?"

Kit faced contorted in shock for a brief moment as he and Ron began to circle each other. "You didn't receive them either!? I killed him for his secrets and received nothing! I thought it went to you. You were always his favourite!"

Again Ron laughed at his enemy. "You idiot! He never had the chance to pass them on. When the Ancient One died his secrets went with him!"

"So I assume you are here for revenge over your Masters?"

"That and information on whoever framed me. Of course I know I'll have to beat it out of you. So are we gonna keep yapping or are we gonna fight?"

"Sounds good to me!" Kit yelled as he and Ron charged each other.

They never got the chance to meet as loud bangs were heard as the outside doors were blown open. What seemed like only a split second later Global Justice Agents began to pile into the room through its two entranceways. Their weapons trained on the two wanted men.

"Freeze!" One of the agents yelled. "Hands behind your heads! On your knees!"

Kit and Ron stared at for a moment. In that instant a silent communication happened. They agreed on one thing. Later.

They ran past each other and charged into the two groups of agents like twin whirlwinds. Kit pulled twin daggers from his leg sheaths and began to slice his way through the agents. Ron pulled out a pair of nightsticks and began to beat any agent in his path senseless. Both made sure to stay in close quarters. As long as they were the agents would have a hard time using their guns. The risk of hitting a teammate being too high.

One agent appeared to be more stupid than the others though, or perhaps just lucky enough to get a clear shot. He was able to level his pistol at the side of Kit's head. He would never make such a move again as the dagger came up at an almost impossible speed and severed the agent's hand at the wrist.

Without missing a beat Kit spun and impaled another agent in the chest and sit another's throat. As the agents fell a hole appeared in the human barrier of agents. A hole Kit took advantage of as he vaulted over a fallen agent and took off down the hall and out the back door.

Ron, however, was having a more difficult time with his agents. It wasn't for any lack in skill. It was that he was trying to take them down without causing permanent damage. He kept reminding himself that they are the good guys, just a little misguided.

He winced as another agent went down under his assault. The sickening crack of his knee shattering from the nightstick blow rang in Ron's ears. Alright, he was pushed into a corner and decided to just settle on not killing anyone, injuries be damned.

Ron backed up panting as more agents entered the room. For a moment he just stared at them. One of them spoke up. "You're cornered, outnumbered and tired. Just give up!"

Looking at the large group of pissed of agents, one thought entered Ron's mind: to hell with this!

The agents could only stare in shock as he turned and jumped through the window. It was the ground floor so it wasn't a real fall involved, but it was just something they didn't expect. They quickly came out of their shock to see Ron pealing away on a black racing bike he had stashed outside the window earlier. It was in case he had to run from Kit, but this worked too.

Some of the agents took parting shots, most just saved their ammo. He was long gone.

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Kit stopped to catch his breath a couple of blocks from his now former residence. He was pissed. Somebody was going to pay! And he knew just who to go after. Grissim! The bastard had double crossed him.

After resting against a wall for a couple minutes Kit pushed off and began walking down the dark alley. He was confident he had lost the Global Justice agents. Kit barely got two steps before two gunshots rang out and his knees were blown from under him. He cried out in pain and shock as he crumpled to the ground.

As he writhed there a figure stepped from the shadows into the moonlight. Kit managed to glare at the man. "Why"

"Because Mr. Yun, you are a liability, a loose end needing to be tied up. Grissim doesn't like loose ends. We knew that Stoppable would figure you out eventually. Two birds with one stone."

The man looked upon Kit and a slight grin played upon his lips. "I knew you would get by the agents though. Good survival instincts. But they weakened you. Made you easy pickings for me. Goodbye Mr. Yun."

With that he shot Kit in the chest and Will Du walked away.

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Ron knew he should be getting as far away from hear as he could. It was the logical course of action. But suddenly he had felt a pull and found himself spinning the bike around and going in the exact opposite direction. He didn't know where he was going. Ron just let the pull and his instincts guide him.

When he came upon Kit laying in a pool of his own blood he even felt a pang of pity for the fool. Sighing he got off the bike and went towards the body. Maybe there were some clues on his person. As he reached towards the body one of Kit's hands shot up and grabbed his wrist.

His other hand shakily came up and placed something in Ron's own. The look in his eyes clearly said one thing. Get the bastard.

With that Kit 'Caesar' Yun died.