(A/N) Alright my loving fans… long update (as always) but… who cares. Once more, THE THIRD AND LAST PART TO THIS SERIES WILL, I REPEAT WILL BE RATED M FOR MATURE! And this is probably second to last chapter of the story so…

Disclaimer: I like salad… and I don't own R&C Insomniac does and they can pwn me all day.

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Sasha sat in taped down like she was five minutes ago… right after the big fight. She swallowed down some tears and began to try and explain herself.

"Ratchet, I swear this wasn't supposed to happen. I was—"

"Busy betraying everyone." Ratchet said coldly as he sat down and began to rub his temples in frustration. "Tape her mouth, boys. No one needs to hear what she has to say.

One man walked over slowly with a big silver role of duct tape and was just about to put it on when Sasha spoke up for herself.

"I was captured!" She yelled. The guard with the tape stopped and gave her a questioned look. "The day I was signing for fuel… they took me and forced me to work on this hell hole of a ship!"

Ratchet was now at full attention but still not convinced.

"So now that we're using you as a bargaining chip you decide to tell us. Seems to work in you favor, eh?" He said laughing grimly. "You're not getting out."

"Well fine!" She began. "The guards will be in here in no less than two minutes anyway."

"Oh, and how do you think they're just gonna magically pop in here?" Ratchet mocked her.

"This necklace… it's a deadlock collar, you big dumb ass." She said.

"I don't believe a word coming out of your mouth."

"Hear me out Ratchet." Sasha began very frustrated. "What the HELL gives me the incentive to betray my own ship!" Ratchet now did look a little puzzled. "I didn't love my job, sure, but I didn't hate it! I made good pay I worked with friends, I have a beautiful baby boy… and most of all… I had you." Tears began forming in her eyes. "After ALL of what we've done together… the moments we've shared. Oh yes, let me tell you stupid, I'd throw it ALL away for a few extra bolts. It makes me question WHY I'm with you… why I ever thought we had a chance."

Ratchet held his own ground. He wouldn't succumb to a few mind tricks.

"Clank… check out that collar. If it is one, it's best you dispose of it."

Clank waddled over and began inspecting.

After five minutes of tedious inspection Clank had confirmed it was, in fact, a Deadlock Collar.

He tapped at it with several instruments and propped at it. He finally was able to rip it off, which brought the next question. Where do we stash it?

They figured if they hid it, it would explode… and if they didn't… it would explode.

So Clank tried defusing the primary detonation. It beeped, whirred and smoked and everyone was on the edge of their seats sweating to the beat of what could be their death.

Clank finally sighed, grabbed the collar and chucked it to the corner of the dark room.

"It is defused!"

Everyone was happy and cheerful… but that was only challenge number one.

Ratchet took the tape off of her and sat down next to her.

Ratchet kept the mind set that she was still a trader… for if she was and he let his guard down…

"So there's no other way you could've escaped, huh?" Ratchet said softly. "There was nothing I could do, Ratchet. Escaping wasn't going to happy and neither was rebellion… I was in the palm of their hand and just a mere pawn in this huge damn game of war chess. I couldn't do anything, Hon… it just wasn't gonna happen. We have to devise a plan that could win us this ship. We have a formidable force and a few snipers… if we grab the bridge they can't touch us. So I suggest that's what we do." She said ordering around like she was captain again.

Ratchet could tell she was pissed and just trying to hide it. She had that look on her face… one he'd seen before when she was pregnant… which was diffidently a bad thing. He couldn't let Sasha keep thinking she was completely right… I mean they could just be one of HER pawns now.

Ratchet quickly changed the subject, sure to defend himself.

"What the hell would you have thought? Being captured on a ship by your husband? I couldn't think. It wasn't of the essence. I had to act and react. You are diffidently not going to blame this whole thing on me, okay? We can argue later, now we need to save some soldiers."

(Bridge of Starship Flamer)

Ratchet snuck around the back and snapped the neck of the sniper on the back monitoring where the troops would all storm in. To be honest, AZA must've let their guard down because it wasn't even that big. They must've figured Sasha had simply tried to escape. Made enough sense.

Once Ratchet disposed of that man he had control of an upper balcony that look forty feet above the main deck. The deck had several guarding structures for use as cover if under attack.

Ratchet waved in three other soldiers. One of which was a sniper.

He order the tactical shooter to take out the leader of the squad and then hit the turret gunners located at the front of the bridge. There were two of them, both on opposite sides of the room about forty feet away from each other. Behind that were boxes for cover and finally the controls for the ship.

Ratchet gave the signal that would commence the attack.

The sniper let three bullets fly hitting all the targets, just as planned.

The other troops stormed the front and bullets began to fly.

Ratchet and his very small squad still had the unnoticed flank and where persistently gunning away at the enemy soldiers.

This went on for about five minutes and then it was over.

Ratchet's men had suffered four casualties, two of which had died. The others were being worked on by one of the medics and the rest set up defensive positions like planned.

Operation Impossible- part one: Take the Bridge- Complete.

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