Once again, sorry for the long wait. I'll try to make this chapter longer, but I can't make any promises.
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"But what are you doing here?" Jet was astonished, and confused. The man standing before him was the young teenager who they all had seen on the news. The boy in front of him responded with a smirk as he advanced on the bigger man. 'What am I supposed to do now?' Jet thought frantically, 'I can't kill a kid!' However, the boy obviously didn't have a problem with killing an adult.
He leapt toward Jet, a knife in his hand. Swinging the object toward Jet's throat, the elder of the two stumbled backwards, his eyes wide. He moved fast. Someone of skill had obviously trained him, but Jet definitely wasn't going to let him go down by the hands of some cocky teenager! He could do better, and all of them knew this. Regaining his balance, Jet brought up his gun and fired it in the direction of the boy. He wasn't aiming to kill him, but wounding him could prevent the younger man from hopping around as much, which would help tremendously.
The thirteen year old frowned as he swung himself away from the bullets. 'How? There's no way I could've missed when he was so close! He's only a child, what's going on here?' Thoughts such as these were running through Jet's head. He could come up with no other plausible excuse for the boy's abilities other than that he was enhanced. Considering he was with the Dragons, that theory didn't seem all that unlikely. Throwing himself forward, the boy kicked Jet's hand, knocking the gun from his grip.
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Spike ground his teeth as he veered away from the onslaught of enemy fire. He steered the swordfish up, trying to escape their bullets and get behind them. It didn't work all that great. He resisted the urge to yell as he noticed that someone had locked onto him and had fired a heat-sensing rocket. That's never a good thing. Steering downward now, Spike didn't care about the few still firing bullets at him. That would damage the ship, but not as much as that rocket would if it hit him.
Aha, there. He saw his scapegoat. Another ship. Maneuvering himself behind the ship just as it came toward him, Spike smiled as he heard the small explosion from behind him. Twisting the swordfish around, he opened fire on the remaining zip crafts, a sneer resting upon his lips. Who could have organized this? Vicious was dead. Code wasn't associated with the Dragons, as far as he knew. What was going on here? Was it Code? Or a new enemy?
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Yep, the end of that chapter. Don't kill me. I love my reviewers. Tell me how to make it better!