Christmas in France
To Red Witch: Hey there Red! Glad to have you back! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! You want more insanity, you'll get more insanity! Enjoy the new chapter, Red! I can hardly wait to read more fun stories from you, especially the one you told me about in your e-mail!
To Firefly25: Hey there Firefly! Yes, Jester and Dial-Up just may have met a new variation on the Battle Android Trooper. Perhaps Cobra's finally seen the value of creating various types of B.A.T. Well, I can imagine that Overkill would put up a much better fight than any other human or mutant operative of Cobra. He is a cyborg, which his half-human, half-machine. He has a human's instincts, combined with a machine's ability to be greater than a human in many ways and the ability to be much more precise than any human. That combination can be extremely dangerous. Luckily for us all, Overkill is a little bit daffy in the head, huh? The goofball actually thinks that he is a robot! And yes, having Kyle and Marie-Claire not speaking to each other is a good thing. Especially the damage they tend to do if they do speak to each other. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter!
To Raliena: Hey there, Rae! Well, it's always nice to meet a fellow servant of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth. I'm half-English myself, on my mother's side. A robber had swiped your dad's motorcycle and dumped it in the canal, and your dad didn't notice because of Exam Week? Wow. Your dad must've been studying really really hard to not notice that his motorcycle was gone! Oh well, I've done stuff like that myself, so I'm not insinuating anything. Studying does tend to make you forget about other things, like the fact there's life going on around you. Enjoy the new chapter!
To Sparky Genocide: Hey there Sparky! Let's see…yeah, I do remember the Overkill stuttered a little. Yeah, that would by funny to see him literally blow a gasket. I'll see what I can do with that. Enjoy the new chapter!
Disclaimer: "Now, are you more interested in stamina or speed?" - Christopher Walken as Max Zorin, A View to a Kill (My favorite Bond flick)
Chapter 11: Attack of the B.A.Ts, Part 3!
A ballroom in Paris
"Man, this is boring." Kyle Wildfire, the Boston-born electric-powered West Coast Misfit codenamed Thunderbolt, sat at a table. Dazzler, Siryn, Rictor, Sunfire, Beast King, and Marie-Claire were sitting with him. Beast King was trying to strike up a conversation with the spoiled French girl.
"There was this huge wave, dudette! I mean, it was like, a total tsunami! Everybody was screaming, and like saying, 'Nobody could tame that wave', and I was totally like, 'Yeah, I could, dudes', and then…" Jack was trying to tell Marie-Claire a story of how he managed to ride one of Malibu's toughest waves. However, Marie-Claire did not look impressed.
"I am not interested in hearing your moronic story about how you rode a wave!" Marie-Claire snapped at Jack. "I do not care because you have had absolutely nothing intelligent to say to me at all in the few minutes we have met! I highly doubt you are capable of mental processes higher than the level of a caterpillar, you peasant! Why don't you make yourself useful and morph yourself into either something edible, or something that will go away!" Jack groaned.
"Dudette, you are a real piece of work, you know that?" Jack grimaced. "My cousin Wipe-Out? He's totally a Navy SEAL. They have this part of training called 'Hell Week'."
"Sign her up." Kyle snickered. Marie-Claire glared at the electro-kinetic.
"I guess that's warming up for those two." Rictor whispered to Toshi. The Japanese mutant nodded.
"Perhaps, Rictor. Perhaps."
"You know d'Agastino, that attitude just isn't right. We just want to be friends with you." Ali said. Marie-Claire chuckled.
"I find zat laughable coming from someone who has no clue about current hairstyles." The French girl laughed. Ali crossed her arms.
"I always was a fan of Farrah Fawcett." Ali said. Kyle was struggling to hold in his infamous temper, but every second was proving a greater challenge for the youngest West Coast Misfit.
"Shhh! It's starting!" Theresa shushed. The lights dimmed, and Gerard d'Agastino stood on the lit stage. The executives attending the ball clapped from their tables.
"Bonjour, my beloved employees and investors. I am very touched and very honored that you have come to zis party to raise some money for charity, as is our tradition every Christmas." As Gerard spoke, Theresa looked over at the Joes' table and gave a thumbs-up. The Joes at the table, Kicker, Wipe-Out, Firestorm, and Torpedo, waved and gave a thumbs-up back. So far, not much of a hitch. "As such, I would like to reveal d'Agastino's newest innovation…" He walked over to the tarp next to him. "Behold…" He pulled off the tarp. "Ze Broadcast Energy Transmitter, Mark II!" The people clapped.
"Too bad your old man couldn't raise a daughter as good as that thing." Kyle teased. Marie-Claire struggled to hold in the urge to punch Kyle right in the nose. Suddenly…
KABOOM!!!!! The back wall exploded.
"WHAT?!" Gerard exclaimed in shock. The frightened people turned around and saw a figure clad in a trenchcoat and scarf walk in.
"S-s-stop this demons-s-tration!" The figure called as it marched into the light. The figure threw off the trenchcoat and scarf. It revealed the figure appeared to be clad in blue armor with silver highlights, and the Cobra insignia in red on its chest. The upper arms and elbows were white, and the lower arms and hands were red. The figure's head was covered in a blue helmet like Cobra Commander's, only without the metal faceplate and a red mouthplate. His eyes were the only part of his body that showed. This was Overkill, Cobra's cyborg operative (A/N: Nice overhaul I gave him, huh? Looks a lot different than in Valor vs. Venom).
"Who are you?!" Gerard exclaimed. Overkill laughed.
"Your new m-m-master, filthy organic." Overkill chortled cockily.
Well, well, well! Looks like the insanity will continue! What madness will happen next? Will our heroes be able to save the day? Will Overkill get the B.E.T.? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!