Jez: 1) Sorry, forgot to edit that out from when it was still the thirty foot military version. 2) Don't worry, it's coming. 3) I'm not sure just yet. 4) I never said crack shot, just that they were improving. The armor is actually showing where the arrow is going to be when it gets there, accounting for windage, and using the muzzle as a point of reference. 5) I only improve just before I pass out. Shooting I'm a fair wing shot, but when you're hunting rabbits, you almost have to be. 6) The rockets are more powerful than your standard ammunition, because they travel at much higher speeds, and the extra kick comes from a gate in the rear of the launcher, that remains closed until the rocket has left the tube, which is why the enourmous recoil, and following back blast. The second tubes were launching guided missiles, which don't need to travel as fast.

CC:Yeah it does. Ron is generally a nicer person than Adam is though.

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"Ray guns?" Ron asked. Kim shook her head, as she lifted one out.

"If I'm not mistaken, these are lighter versions of that massive thing he insists on keeping." She pointed at Adam, an officious tone in her voice.

"You're not mistaken, but that's a siege weapon, these are rifles." He tossed Ron one, and handed Shego hers. "They can be amplified by the armors internal modulators, into much more powerful guns, though it might cause them to explode. Better to use the armor's own sonic cannon, or borrow Nellie."

"Nellie?" Kim asked with a flat expression. "You named that gun?" They knew she meant the big one, that he'd liberated from Gemini's fortress.

"So? I name everything, Kimmie-pie." He grinned.

"Wait, where did that name come from?" Ron asked. "It's been bugging me, but something else is always going on when I think to ask."

"She's so sweet, it's just fitting." Adam shrugged. "Besides, what else is so sweet that you nibble on." He grinned. Kim blushed, as did Ron and Shego. Adam burst out laughing.

"Shut up." Kim snapped, whipped around, bringing the gun up, and firing. There was no massive back blast, such as Nellie gave off, or the rocket launchers. The far target exploded the same though. Ron fired at the next one closer. It also exploded. Shego blasted the last. Adam declined, replacing his gun, and opening the last weapons crate. It contained a selection of handguns, ranging from a quartet of 9mm's to a single .75 revolver. It was this last he lifted out first.

"This handgun is designed solely for me, so it's just here for demonstration purposes, but when it goes off, there's no mistaking it. At point blank range, this will evaporate the chests of most full size grizzly bears. And this isn't the magnum version." He settled the gun back in it's place. "This is the single worst hand gun on earth." He lifted one of the 9mm's.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Because it takes at least three rounds to put down most of the criminals you'd face." He replied. He handed the guns over, and then lifted a .45. "I don't use anything smaller than this, because it's more powerful, and will put down most targets in the first shot. If you get shot with one of these, and survive, you never forget it." He hung the gun. "A point of note. When I handed these to you, you guys, except Shego, didn't check for brass. Shows trust, but it's a bad idea. When you do, this is the way." He lifted the gun, and tilted it sideways, pulling back on the slide. "Always grip it behind the chamber. In front of it makes you start to lose fingers." They mirrored it. "Good."

"Are you going to uncase the ammo? Or are we going to stand here all day?" Shego snapped.

"I'm just trying to be safe, sheesh." He unscrewed the other case, and opened it. Inside, color coded, were magazine's for each of the weapons. He lifted out a 9mm magazine, and snapped it into place. They followed suit, and took aim. Even without aid, they were very good shots. Adam? He emptied several magazines without hitting. He finally hung his gun back up, and just watched as they worked through the guns, when all was said and done Shego was still on top of the pile. Ron's aptitude for fire arms, was only slightly less than that of his ability to drive Behemoth. Kim managed to write her name with 9mm, Ron's with .45, and Shego's with the S&W .50. At the end of the session, they asked him to demonstrate the big .75. Adam shrugged.

"Alright." He pulled the gun, and loaded it. the cylinder only held four rounds. He pointed out that it could only spin when it was at an angle, like a diamond. Squared off, it didn't move. "A safety feature." He grinned. He leveled the weapon. "Max out the sound dampening on your armor, this thing reports like a naval 5" gun." When he fired it, they could feel the vibration in the air, and heard a humming regardless of the armor's protective capabilities. Adam remained standing, through what only seemed to be sheer force of will. The target he'd shot exploded, as did the sand barrier behind it, and the two behind that. The fourth barrier finally managed to contain the round.

"Holy, fuck." Was the general consensus. Adam ignored them, and rapped the cylinder out of the gun to the side, and the shell fell, glowing white at his feet. Using the armor's force field, he lifted the shell, and dropped it into a round shaft of water in the center of the ammo case. Steam hissed up, as he laid the gun on the bare ground. "What do you hunt with that?" Kim asked. He still ignored her as he closed the gun cases, and the ammo case. "Are you listening to me?" She screamed in his ear. The ear pieces were gone, so she knew he could hear her. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to stare curiously at her. "Are you ignoring me?" She asked. He shook his head. He tapped his ear.

"Can't hear, gun still vibrating ears." He told her calmly, and returned to the ammo cases. He lifted the last two and carried them down range. They followed, now curious. He set them down, and opened one. Inside, several dozen fragmentation grenades rested, nestled in impact foam. "Keeps down the chance of accidental detonation, around these big guns." He plucked one out, pulled back, and lobbed it down range. The explosive blew, creating a crater in the range. There was an audible pop, at the same time they heard the explosion. "That's better."

"What is?" Kim asked without thinking.

"I can hear now. The grenade blast countered the vibrations from the gun. You guys try. Just be careful to throw them really far." He stepped back. Grenades flew into the air, and exploded, mostly on the ground, but some in air. Reflexes always slammed shields into place. There was a general agreement, that they did not like grenades.

"These are nasty." Kim pointed out, tossing the last one.

"True." Adam agreed. "The other case is more fun though." He waved for her to open it. Inside? Several plastic wrapped blocks of C-4.

"What's this for?" She asked. He pointed at a mock up of a building nearby.

"Go blow it up. I'll watch from here, from a safe distance. Leave the detonator here, if you please, wouldn't want you blown up." The results of the detonation was more than just a tad spectacular. The building exploded, yes, but also triggered a display of fireworks. An alarm blared on Shego's watch.

"It's six o'clock." She informed them.

"Time to pack up." Kim nodded. They were intending to get an early start in the morning. Packing up didn't take long, but clean up was tricky.

"I know how, but don't have the energy, you've got energy, but not knowledge. I think a magic lesson is in order." Adam smiled at the groans. Don't worry, it's simple, just open your minds, and clear them of all thoughts, expect standing in a white room. Now, open the windows of the room, and you should be able to see two of us." Nods. "Alright now, extend a tube of energy towards each person." They did so, each feeling the tubes meet, and then mating, forming into a single one. "Now, Shego, send energy to them, and you two, pass it to me, along with some of your own." He could feel the energy raging. He closed his eyes, and energy danced out, separating the structures into their components, and leveling the craters created with them. He fed the rest of the energy back to them, leaving all four drained, but still awake.

"So, how do we get back?" Kim asked.

"Grab crates, and fly." He responded. He picked up a stack of them, and lifted into the air. They followed suit, and returned to the car. Stacking them in the trunk, They pulled out. Jerry waved from the door as they left.

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"We're lost." Drakken muttered.

"Are ye daft man? We've been lost for days. Now we're in trouble." Duff replied. "We lost the call device. Your cell phone fell into the swamp, and mine is out of minutes."

"You're the one that wanted to save money, and walk, instead of the jet he offered." Drakken accused.

"Oh shut up." Duff snarled, and continued on.

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"I just love southern California." DNAmy smiled. She already had the modulator needed, it was locked in the car. She and Monkey fist were enjoying the beach. After she shed the coat and it's internal balloons, that gave her a true super villain look, she was laying on the beach in a bikini, enjoying the sun, and the chance to get a tan. Monkey Fist was snoring peacefully. Buying the modulator was so much simpler, and had kept them off police radar, Darkwolf didn't need to know, what couldn't hurt him.

"Yes, it is nice isn't it." Darkwolf spoke from behind them. She yelped. "Relax, enjoy the beach, we don't move until Drakken and Killigan are in position. I'll take Dementor his device now. In the car?" She nodded and offered the keys. "No need, I've got a set. I lent it to you after all."

"I hate it when he does that." Monkey Fist muttered, and rolled over.