Author's Note: Eh, and just as I thought I could finish this fic on the first anniversary of this story... now that's not going to happen now, isn't it? Wow, almost a year now, my baby is all grown up... (sniffles). Uh, enough with the tears, onward to the fanfic. As the title implies, it's a full non-stop action chapter, with a little splash of drama and humor squeezed into it. Hope you all enjoyed it. Oh one more thing, my profile has been updated, mainly on the Hey Arnold segment where I wrote some of my ideas for a fic. Expect for a new fanfic similar to 'The Patakis' to pop up in the next couple of days! Thank you forall your support for making this fic going strong!

Legal junk: I don't own Hey Arnold, but Nickelodeon does and Mr. Craig Bartlett created it. But this fic belongs to me. Clear? Good.

Chapter 24: Fight! Fight! Fight!

Heavy rift guitar chords or for the more sophisticated types, an energetic Latin/Sanskrit chorus, were used to accompany this scene, signifying that this was going to be one helluva hectic, frenzied, non-stop pure action scene that served nothing as a focal plot point but had to be included to make it cool, similar to all mindless action flicks that Hollow-wood seemed to produce nowadays. Everyone in the hall charged aimlessly to their doom, the adrenalines of people there were craving for a good beating. Everybody picked their own fight against an opponent, and the hall was frenzied with yells, shouts and screams with the occasional sound effect cardboards suddenly appeared from out of nowhere with words like "BIFF!", "POW!", "SOCKO!" and "BAM!" was shown throughout the fight. Adam West is cool.

Helga and Olga went into ready stance, as did Michael. It was one of the many customary battle preparation montages so their many compositions would build dramatic tension between the antagonist and the protagonists. And there was a long stare down, with determination in their eyes. Michael made the first move. He attacked Olga, but managed to evade it by sidestepping to the left. But she wasn't quick enough to evade Michael's another blow, and she got hit on the stomach. Helga attacked back, but he caught her fist just in time. Olga joined the foray again and tried to punch him, but Michael caught her fist with his other hand. Both of the sisters tried to get out from the lock as they tried to attack him using their other hands, but to no avail as Michael continuously evaded and laughed at their attempts to assault him.

With a simple twist of arms, the sisters groaned in pain and he kicked the both of them away from him, whilst releasing his grasps of the girls. Michael gave them a smirk.

"Surprised?" he asked mockingly as Helga and Olga tried to get up. "I learned all these moves during my stint in prison. I trained all day and night, determined to get my revenge on you, Olga Pataki!" he pointed at her furiously. "And it looks like I'm going to receive a second best prize too, her sister is here! Oh how lucky am I!"

"It isn't over until it's over!" Olga retaliated back as she helped her sister get up.

"And you are arrogant, Michael! You are impossibly outnumbered and we've just begun to fight!"

"Just try and stop me!" he shouted at them and the fight resumed once more.

The battle was raging furiously, and Lila was no exception. She was now face-to-face with her former mentor and the traitor of the group, Cady. They walked in circles as they glare at each other, sizing each other up, trying to find which part of the body was the weakest and to contemplate on which strategy would be the most effective against their respective opponents. Which part was the most vulnerable? Where could they land an effective blow? They studied each other thoroughly, planning attack moves in their mind. The tension was nigh unbearable. Beads of sweat developed on their foreheads and ran down through their face. They were locked in a stare down.

"Scared?" Cady mockingly asked Lila. Intimidation was one of Cady's methods to psyche her foe.

"N-No." she replied with a nervous tone, "I'm not scared of you."

"You liar." She smiled back, "Look at you. The stuttering reply, your legs and arms are visibly shaken… you're a nervous wreck! What's a matter Lila, can't accept the cold hard truth that you're fighting your own mentor now?"

"I am ever so not intimidated by your mind games, you bitch…" Lila replied back. Though she regretted that she said that word, she had to because she couldn't think of a better comeback.

"Oh, sweet little girl is all big now that she uses a profanity to retort." She chuckled softly at the very prude girl. "And I thought you were smarter than that, Lila. That's not a proper way for a lady to act. But still, I like you Lila. You're like a sister to me. What if you join me, and leave the rest of those idiots behind with their false hopes that they could make a difference with this stupid organization?"

"At least I'm doing something to contribute!" Lila replied back furiously, "It doesn't matter whether we could make changes or not. The point of this agency is to help people!"

"You idealistic fool…" Cady retorted back, "LES is a vigilante organization that deliberately breaks laws and endangering people and it bears no difference with Michael's gang right now. You've been brainwashed by Bridget and her ludicrous view that the organization is actually contributing to the city. But in fact, it's just as dangerous and vile as other criminal organization! You are a hypocrite for believing in her!"

"Why do you accuse me like that?" Lila asked back, rather timidly, "so what made you join LES in the first place if you think that this agency is a danger to society? Fame? Glory? A desire for authority? At least I did not throw everything that I believed in out of the window and joined an actual criminal organization like Michael's!"

"What? You think I'd be stupid enough to actually be in his gang forever? I have my own future to worry about! I'm just using him to destroy this stupid agency so I could backstab him later on. This battle will provide all the evidence for the cops to prosecute Michael and to outlaw this vigilante organization! I've walked through the breadth and width of my plan many times so it's foolproof! Nothing can get in the way now!"

"But there's one thing that you overlooked, Cady." Bridget walked dramatically into the foray. Lila looked at her, puzzled at the response.

Cady furrowed her eyebrow, "Yeah, what is it?"

"The highest authority figure in the city – The Mayor, used to be in this organization. So were some of the cops, lawyers, detectives, lawmakers, and judges. They will help us to protect this organization from collapsing and being outlawed no matter what."

"The Mayor?" she shouted in disbelief, "You've got to be kidding me. Why wasn't I'm informed about this? And why the hell would they help the likes of you?"

"The Mayor isn't mentioned much because a pact was made to keep a low-profile of her, so it wouldn't leak to the media. Those former agents will help us because of Order 28602. It's a secret accord that only we Chiefs know about it. Before an agent retires, the Chief would talk to her in private and asked her to sign an agreement that she will devote herself to help the agency even when she's in retirement. The agreement was called 'Order 28602'. The former agents are not allowed to talk about it to anyone else, unless it was asked by an active agent."

"Big whoop." Cady argued back, "What makes you so sure that they'll help you sort this mess out?"

"Because unlike you; they wouldn't betray the organization that they considered dearly as a stepping stone to their successful carriers."

Cady was angered. But her hatred for Bridget was even more furious. She glared at them with her furrowed eyebrows in anger and determination to destroy them all.

"I'll help you." Bridget said to Lila. "Like you, I also have a bone to pick with her."

"Thank you ever so much." Lila replied back, "I'm ever so want to kick her as— butt…" she decided not to swear any longer. Did it ever so occur to you that it was really ever so awkward to hear her swear in her ever so sweet likeable voice with her Lila-isms in her sentences?

"Hey, that's two against one!" Cady said to them, "Good, the merrier it gets, the harder the fall." She said arrogantly. Then Bridget and Lila began their attack on her.

Rhonda and Nadine were surrounded by a bunch of thugs. The thugs were circling around them as the girls stood with their backs pressing against each other as they too turned around and around with their arms in guarding position anticipating for a big attack. They were nervous, and scared, because the both of them were on their own now to fend themselves from an onslaught from the menacing thugs. Still, they kept their optimistic high, tried to remember their training, and being brave.

"You scared, Rhonda?" Nadine asked her friend.

"Partially." She replied back with a slightly nervous stutter.

"Heh… You think we're gonna get away from this mess easily?"

"God, I hope so." She chuckled back nervously. "It's nice knowing you, Nadine." She smiled, "Despite of you weirding me out at every given opportunity, you're my best friend no matter what. I mean, you introduced me to anti-establishment, man! Now that's cool!"

Nadine smiled back, "Likewise. And thanks for helping me getting through my worst times during middle school."

"Bah, don't mention it. Those stupid girls who made fun of you have probably turned into dumb whores right now."

So then there was silence.

"So…" Rhonda said to the thugs, "You guys gonna attack us or what?"

"I don't know." One the thugs asked back, as he lowered his baseball bat down, "Are you two done saying your goodbyes to each other yet? I mean, we don't wanna be rude to interrupt and all, even though we're hired goons to destroy you and all that stuff…"

Nadine and Rhonda looked at each other, "Uh, yeah." They both nodded, as Nadine replied to them, "I think we're done. I think the ass kicking period should commence right about now. I mean, it's inevitable, isn't it?"

"All right, cool." The thug replied back nonchalantly, as his colleagues concurred by nodding their heads and said words of agreement between themselves.

"ARRGH!" one of the thugs charged directly at Rhonda, which she greeted him with a flying kick on his face. He recoiled back. Another thug lunged towards Nadine and she gave him a punch but he evaded it. Nadine gave another blow and it hit directly on his nose. He backed away slowly, holding it. Nadine and Rhonda turned their heads to the back and saw another pair of thugs running towards them.

"Behind you!" the both shouted, as they pointed their fingers to each other's attacker. Both of them spun around each other, with Nadine jumped and kicked Rhonda's foe, while Rhonda did the vice-versa.

"Behind you again!" the both of them shouted again, they locked each other's left hand and finally they, yet again, kicked each other's opponent. Right now all of their adversaries were either laying on the floor, trying to bear the pain that the girls just delivered to them, or fled, realizing that they were powerless to stop the both of them. In realization of what they had just done, Rhonda and Nadine looked at each other with a victorious smile carved on their face. They jumped and gave each other a high-five.

"Who's the girl?" Nadine shouted excitedly at Rhonda.

"You're the girl!" Rhonda replied back joyfully at Nadine.

"No, you're the girl!" Nadine pointed at her friend back and both of them jumped, screamed and laughed merrily at their accomplishment. They then left the fight scene doing a victory dance while singing to a very well known song featured in a very well known movie.

War! Huh! Yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
Aw Aww Yeah!
War! Huh! Yeah!

Suddenly, their joyous exhilaration was stopped when a large giant shadow were casting over all over them. In front of them, a big, large, burly guy was smirking at them as he laughed maliciously while cracking his large knuckles. He looked like as if he was a reject from a professional wrestling organization league. And yet he was amazingly clean and he took care of his hygiene very well, though.

"Uh, Nadine…" Rhonda said nervously while looking at the guy, overwhelmed by his sheer bulk, "I think we should cut our victory celebration short like, now, right now."

Nadine nodded timidly, "Yeah… I agree." "We're sooo dead…"

The large guy then opened his mouth and said, "Prepare to meet your doom!" in a squeaky, slightly affectionate voice while saying a tired, done-to-death line.

Both of the girls just stood in disbelief as the both of them looked at the guy in and extremely incredulous look. All the fear and horror they had for him suddenly just gone into oblivion.

Rhonda braved herself to talk to him, "You know, if it wasn't for your voice, we'd cower in fear and took you seriously by now."

"Yeah… that's what everybody has been saying to me upon first impression." the guy surprisingly agreed with her, motioning his left hand downwards. "It kinda sucks. But hey, let's get this over with shall we? I have a ballet practice tomorrow early in the morning."

"Uh… sure…" Rhonda looked and shrugged at Nadine, whom she too shrugged back and nodded softly, "I… guess…" Rhonda replied back. A brawl then began.

Violence continued on all across the arena, showing no sign of slowing down whatsoever. In the midst of punching, grabbing, throwing and biting, there was this one particular girl, the Pet Shop Girl (PSG), wandering around looking around with her vigilant eyes, searching for this one particular agent who permanently destroyed her dream as an Olympics contestant. The only fight that she wanted to pick was Phoebe, and only Phoebe. When someone tried to attack her, she just dodged the attack and shoved the attacker away, or hit her attacker's head with her sword, while still inside the sheath (scabbard) of course. Gore hath noeth place in thine fanficeth.

She finally found her adversary Phoebe, while she was fending off some guy by using a staff. She knocked the guy's head and hit him in the stomach by thrusting the staff onto him. With the enemy knocked out cold, she twirled the staff by using her two hands and placed it on her back.

"O-REN PHOEBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" the Pet Shop Girl shouted out loud, echoing through the complex. Phoebe looked at her in a quizzical, incredulous stare.

"My name is not O-Ren Phoebe…" she said back softly in a dejected tone.

"Oh… sorry about that. I just wanted to build tension between us, you know? But still, you're Phoebe nonetheless, am I right?" she slowly took her sword out from the sheath.

"Indeed that I am." Phoebe then walked over to her cautiously, confronting the girl who was wearing a yellow jumpsuit.

A dry smile was suddenly carved across her face, "It is unwise to meet me defenseless. The feeble wooden staff that you're wielding is ineffective against my katana." She sliced the air with her sword, "Do you still remember me, O careless one?" she pointed her sword at her.

"Unfortunately yes in spite of my efforts of trying to get rid of you from my memory. I assume that you are still bitter regarding the last time we met at the Civic Center?"

"You have absolutely no idea how broken I was when the judges threw their decision to me… thanks to you, my dear adversary." She replied in an angry tone. "And yet, here we are now. It seems that fate has bring us together ceremoniously in this chaotic congregation between two different pool of ideologies. I have nothing against these people that I see before me, with the exception of you, Phoebe-san."

"It saddens me that you are still angered with me concerning to a circumstance that happened just a year ago. It was meant to be a friendly fight wherein each competitors to show their sportsmanship and spirit of competitiveness, not something to be holding a grudge upon!"

"Easy for you to say that!" PSG retorted, "You got to go to the Statewide Championship while I on the other hand had to return back to that crappy Pet Shop!" her sharp rhetoric became colloquial all of the sudden.

Phoebe still retained her manner of speech, "But I performed badly during the quarterfinals! But did I act like a sore loser or attempted to stab the judge? Of course not! I accepted my defeat like a true sportsperson, and congratulate my opponent. And besides, you cheated during our match! Your disqualification was justifiable!"

"Enough!" PSG shouted, "Let's settle this once and for all, and let's just see how we would fair in a rematch. There's a basket full of swords right next to you, pick one. I will not fight until you've picked a suitable weapon against me."

Phoebe nodded softly with fortitude. She kneeled down and put her staff on the floor gently, as a sign of respect to the weapon she used. She then walked slowly towards the said basket and contemplated on with sword she wanted to use against her enemy. In the basket, there were three swords, which was a rapier, a scimitar and a broadsword. She took out the sword that was similar to her opponent, the katana. She then walked up to her foe.

PSG's eyes narrowed, "I see. Fight fire with fire. This is going to be interesting."

"Along with fencing, I'm also an established swordswoman, adept in various forms of sword handling. I suggest that you should not take me lightly." Phoebe replied back at her. And with that, she pointed her weapon to her, in preparation for a fight.

PSG nodded and held her sword up. They both gave each other a bow as a symbol to respect their adversary. The Pet Shop Girl then twirled her swords many times before pointing it to Phoebe. "En Garde! Touché!"

Phoebe rolled her eyes in disgust, "Oh, that is so cliché!" And the dueling began between the two great fighters. Their swords clashed with each other many times as they attempted to slash and hack one another. But with every attack came with a successful defense, and these two great swordswomen wouldn't give the slightest of chance for their adversary to triumph over them. Every so often, during a lock with their blades for example, they taunted and exchanged insults to each other to provoke their foe, such as this:

"You fight like a dairy farmer!" PSG said to Phoebe.

But with her impressive wits, Phoebe replied back, "How appropriate, you fight like cow!"

Pet Shop Girl was furious by the witty remark and she quickly swiped her sword at Phoebe, forcing her to retreat back. The fight resume once again as the both of them - the only people inside the arena, fighting with swords amongst the chaotic and frenzied agents and thugs fighting a free-for-all brawl went through the crowd. They were in a lock again, and Phoebe quickly launched an insult.

"You can't match my witty repartee!"

The Pet Shop Girl made a swift comeback, "I could, if you would use some breath spray!" a comeback that rhymed.

And the fight resumed once again, seconds after they thrust and slash, sidestepping and parrying the attacks, jumping and ducking to evade, and blocking each other's hit, they, once again, locked their blades together. Kind of redundant, isn't it?

"I once owned a dog that was smarter than you!" PSG made an insult.

And Phoebe replied back, "He must have taught you everything you know!"

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Elsewhere again…

To avoid of being too redundant and bore the readers, the scene then switched to our magnificent heroes, who unfortunately, still caught in the traffic jam.

"This is ridiculous!" Sid snapped, slamming the dashboard in front of him. "The girls are fighting for their lives back at the headquarters while we're sitting around helplessly waiting for that goddamn car in front of us to move! I told you we shouldn't take the 405, Gerald! Now look what happen to us now!"

"Just shut the hell up a'right!" Gerald snapped back at him, "Look, I know it's my bad and all for taking this highway but with you yellin' like a dumbass won't help us go any faster! Now sit your ass down and let's just hope that the girls are gonna be all right, okay man? We're all worried about them too you know, not just you."

Sid glared at Gerald, and he did the same. Sid then let out an bitter, exasperated sigh and slouched down in his seat while folding his arms across his chest. The air inside the car was so tense, that a dull knife could cut it easily. Stinky just stayed silent as he did not want to get into an unnecessary fight with his friends. It would be the best if he stayed quiet for the rest of the trip, unless he had something very important to say. And he had something important to say right now. A highway sign above the car said that there was an exit in the next one mile.

"Gerald," he said, "Go through the next exit. I think I's know a shortcut."

"Oh, what makes you so sure about it?" he answered back, slightly angered.

"Trust me on this." Stinky replied back coolly.

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'd like to apologize for the long delay as the real world continues to burden me with assignments. Please leave a review, and thanks!