Chapter 4: He's Not As Dangerous As Me
Numbuh 1 was up to his eyeballs in battleships. He had an accurate view of the battlefield, thanks to all the cameras he had access to from the various battleships, and he was spending every second shouting out information to the armada. "Rabbit squadron, pull back, you've got three battle ships bearing down on you! Tide, cover Salamander squadron, they're getting clobbered! Numbuh 3, you better launch strategy sixteen now, before it's too late!"
"Roger, Numbuh 1!" she replied. "All right, Salamander, Scorpion, it's time!"
"Roger!" the leaders replied. The battleships pulled back, and then fired off a huge volley of missiles.
"Is this what your big strategy is, sis?" taunted Cree. She drew her fighter back and called out an order to the teenager battleships. "Squadrons 1 and 3, fire anti miss–"
Cree never got a chance to finish her sentence, as the missiles detonated before they hit the battleships, shooting out blinding bursts of multi colored light.
"Arrgh!" cried Cree. "Damn brats!" The battleships broke off formation, moving in random directions, two even crashing into each other.
"Don't you just love rainbows?" Numbuh 3 called out to her comrades.
"All right guys, now's our chance!" called out Numbuh 4. "Dingo, Dizzy, Jackknife, Walker, Silo, let's move!"
"All right! It's time!" shouted Dizzy. "Finally!" There wasn't a trace of sorrow in his voice. For the moment, he had forgotten about losing Denise.
"All right, Hawkshead formation! Let's go!" ordered Numbuh 4. They entered formation and shot through the gap between the teenagers.
"So that's why they put this funky coating on our ships," said Walker. "It was so we wouldn't be blinded by the flashes!"
"Yeah, well, I'm scraping this crud off as soon as we get back home," scowled Silo. "I don't like it when people mess with my ship."
"The flash is starting to fade," noticed Jackknife.
They increased speed, and closed in on the Mantra. "We're almost there!" cried Numbuh 4. "We're almost–"
"INCOMING!" shouted Walker. "A group of fighters coming in! And, oh crap, it's that Chad guy!"
"Time to go home, brats!" shouted Chad. He opened fire, along with his other fighters. The elite squadron barely managed to dodge the fire.
"That's it!" shouted Dizzy. "Nobody calls Numbuh 23 a brat and gets away with it! Look out, I'm gonna paste ya!" Dizzy broke formation and went after Chad, lasers blasting.
"Dizzy, watch out, he's dangerous!" yelled Numbuh 4, as he engaged one of the fighters.
"He's not as dangerous as me," Dizzy laughed menacingly. "Come on, ya bloody mongrel, you think you can take on a lunatic like me?"
"With my eyes closed, toddler," replied Chad. He ducked underneath Dizzy, lobbing missiles at him as he passed.
"Oh, clever little skite, aren't ya?" taunted Dizzy, dodging the missiles. "Well, take this!" He zoomed after Chad and launched two missiles at him, which Chad avoided with ease.
"Missed me, Aussie!" retorted Chad, looking over his shoulder at Dizzy
"Well, that wasn't really the point, ya bloody idiot," laughed Dizzy. Chad looked turned around, bemused, and then noticed he was on a collision course with an asteroid.
"AHHHH!" screamed Chad. He jerked his fighter just in time, but his left wing crashed into it, tearing it off.
"Ah, dammit!" yelled Chad. "All right, guys, pull back!" The other fighters broke off fighting Numbuh 4's squadron, and joined up with Chad.
"Nice one, Dizzy!" called out Wally. "Threw that dipstick for a loop, didn't ya! Let's get into Hawkshead formation before we get any other fighters after us!"
"Right-O! Off I go." The fighters moved back into formation and reached one of the side docks of the Mantra. Luckily, some fighters were still leaving, so they destroyed them and flew into the docking bay. As they landed, Wally barked out, "All right guys, we're going to fight one of the craziest bastards in the entire world!"
"Well, let's start looking!" exclaimed Dingo. They exited their fighters and began searching, sneakily. They were armed to the teeth and knew there wouldn't be very many teens inside the Mantra, considering all the teens fighting outside, but they wanted to play it safe. They came to a corridor with 3 different paths to take.
"I say left," said Wally. The others agreed, and set out.