And we're back, rather earlier than in previous installments (I have a whole lotta' free time now). By the way things look, and depending how much I feel like cramming into this chapter, we are officially on the home stretch. Not much longer till I get the sequel underway, although I'm planning a angsty/tradgic short fic in the gap between the end of this one, and the start of the next one (somewhere along 4-5 chapters at the most) so keep a eye out for that one if you want to read what will (hopefully) be a emotional rollercoaster for our team.
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Chapter 27
This is the end…
"Gah! Jesus Christ, do you have to make the damned thing so tight!" Vin grumbled as Shego tightened the makeshift bandage on his lower chest.
"It's either tight or bleed to death, take you're pick" She replied dryly.
"At least I'd first pass out due to blood loss" Vin hissed through his closed teeth as Carlos tightened another bandage on his right arm.
"I still don't get why you're going to be the one we rely on to get these shots, you're in no shape what-so-ever to fight that thing" Ron said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Because I'm going to be hanging back that's why, shooting when only necessary since reloading this thing is going to be a bitch" Vin nudged the Springfield rifle laying across the hood of the battered Baggage car.
"Why not use the assault rifle, it looks like it still works" Kim mused.
"Because changing magazines on this is more of a pain in the ass with my injuries than reloading a round in the Springfield that's why"
Carlos finished up on another makeshift bandage and gave Vin a good slap on the back, Vin just winced on the feeling.
"How's the big dumbass doing Chris?" Vin asked as he started flexing his hands.
"He's still out of it for now, but that's not going to last long" Chris said from his and Jill's position behind another set of landing gear.
Apotheosis has been on his feet for a good two minutes now while Vin hammered out his plan, the only reason it didn't attack was mainly because of what Vin did to it before the mini-meet was called.
"I want the both of you, and Carlos to go keep it distracted, and then we go with the plan."
Both Chris and Jill nodded before Carlos joined them, then they all headed out into the open, firing at the creature.
Vin was starting to regain some movement of his right arm, so he tested how much he could move it as he went to eject the spent round still in the Springfield. In one swift motion he yanked the lever up and back, ejecting the round.
"Goddammit! That hurt like a bitch!" He protested, moving his left hand up to his right shoulder.
"Maybe you should sit this one out." Ron argued again, figuring Vin would be more accepting of the fact that he really shouldn't be moving at all, let alone being their backup.
"You know what you're problem is Ron?" Vin asked as he moved his left hand down over the bolt, a 30-06 round in it. In one fail swoop he loaded the round into the breach and slid the bolt back into a ready to fire position, causing Ron's eyes to go wide with amazement.
"You worry too much, just stick with the plan, and be by that plane when I fire this thing, got it?"
"Um, yeah…"
"Good, now let's move out"
Everyone raised an eyebrow at Vin.
"Well, most of us move out; just remember that I'm still back here"
The sleek leer jet rolled onto the far runway and stopped at the end, both engines still running. Mr. Possible was in the pilots seat, with Wade acting as Copilot, behind them were the twins Jim and Tim, the Stoppables, and the Loads. Near the very back of the plane were Drakken and Bonnie, watching over the still captive Albert Wesker. Mrs. Possible opened the side door the moment the plane stopped at the end of the runway, facing down the long strip of tarmac, glancing over to where the commotion and gunfire were occurring. She couldn't see much, there were too many planes parked on the tarmac, but she did catch glimpses of some figures moving quickly from airplane to airplane. She was soon joined by Jim and Tim, who desperately wanted to go out and help them.
In the back section of the plane, Bonnie trained her revolver on Wesker, giving him reason not to try anything. A few steps behind her were Dr. Drakken, who also had his large revolver trained on Wesker. For his part, Wesker wasn't scared, at least not anymore so than when he saw Vin gun down both of his remaining guards. The action caught him off guard which led to the predicament he was currently in, but being the man he was, he knew he could easily get out of this…
If he played his cards right anyway.
"I hope the both of you know that keeping those hand cannons on me will do none of you any good."
"Shut up you scum" Bonnie hissed venomously.
"Think about it, both of you have large caliber revolvers, if one of those rounds misses or goes right through me it will punch a hole in this planes fuselage, which can make flying this thing deadly." Wesker smirked slightly as he looked at the twos changing expressions.
"He isn't serious is he?" Bonnie whispered back to Drakken.
"It is possible, I mean, you've seen that happen in the movies right?" He whispered back.
"Good point"
Reluctantly, and very cautiously Drakken placed his revolver back in his jacket, Bonnie set hers in the little cubby hole in the seat she was in.
"Don't think you can try anything, we will keep you there if necessary" Drakken said, glaring at the still smirking Wesker.
Wesker chuckled softly.
"What's so damned funny?" Bonnie asked.
"You morons are so gullible"
Before they could act Wesker was out of his seat, striking Bonnie across the face with an open palm. Drakken tried a clumsy right hook which he easily blocked, then planted his knee into his abdomen. By now he had the full attention of the passengers; he quickly dodged past the distracted Bonnie and Drakken and pushed past the family members who were trying to grab him. He made it to the door and pushed Mrs. Possible and the twin's aside before he darted out on the tarmac and towards the woods.
Within seconds both Bonnie and Drakken came to the door with revolvers raised as they blindly shot in the general direction of where Wesker was.
"Son of a Bitch!" Bonnie shouted as she threw her empty revolver against the floor.
That was when they heard the first explosion.
Vin stayed in his baggage car, using both the hood and his wounded leg as a perch for the rifle, since he really couldn't use his right arm. With his left eye looking down the scope, he scanned the others positions with his right. So far everything was working out the way it should. Chris, Jill and Carlos were plugging away at Apotheosis, Shego and Kim were also there giving them back up, and Ron was out to his right getting ready for his sprint to the plane.
Apotheosis was falling for his trap. He was technically using Jill, Chris and Carlos as bait, using them to lure the creature over to the parked 747 that was on the runway, more specifically to the front of one of the massive Rolls Royce engines on its right wing (being that it was the closer side). When the creature strayed slightly off, Kim and Shego beat it back into the area.
"Almost there…" He whispered, to himself before he called over to Ron.
"Get ready Ron"
Apotheosis was being quite stubborn as it occasionally wanted to head out of the target zone and strike at the team members, if it wasn't for Shego and Kim's combined effort, this whole plan wouldn't even be this far along, and it was about to pay off.
Vin squeezed the trigger, sending one round out, only it wasn't aimed at the creature, it was aimed at the 747's right wing, where the fuel was. The 30-06 round was powerful enough to rip right through the lightweight aircraft aluminum and puncture its fuel tank. It was not going to set the fuel on fire though, Jet fuel burns at a higher temperature, a simple bullet isn't going to do it.
He quickly loaded another round into the chamber with his left hand and fired again, and again he struck the wing, putting another hole in it for fuel to come out of.
"When you hear the blast you know exactly what to do Ron?" Vin asked as he laid down the Springfield and picked up the M79.
Ron gave him a thumb up, which Rufus mimicked.
Vin checked the grenade launcher, making sure it was loaded before he took careful aim.
He fired the M79, and watched as the cabin of the 747, right behind the cockpit exploded in a brilliant flash of white, yellow and red light before the area had chunks of aircraft aluminum raining down on them.
Before the debris even hit the ground, Ron was off, running as fast as he could to the 747. Vin watched as he quickly climbed up the left side engine before he disappeared, climbing onto the wing.
Ron brought his arm up to shield from some incoming shrapnel from the now roofless plane. When it clattered onto the wing he again started towards the cabin area of the jet, he could still hear the other guys firing at Apotheosis, keeping him in the spot. He also heard the crack of the Springfield, either Vin was still putting holes in the right wing, or he was trying to keep Apotheosis off guard and in place.
He managed to easily get into the damaged cabin of the 747 and moved his way to where the staircase to the second level was, and upon seeing it intact climbed up to the second floor, or what was left of it.
The grenade blast blew the entire roof from the cabin door back off of the passenger jet, giving him a clear view at the battle occurring on the right, and a clear view at Vin, still in the baggage car firing at the creature.
"Ok Rufus, you know what we have to do"
Rufus nodded in agreement before he scurried out of Ron's pocket and headed with him towards the damaged cockpit. Thankfully because it was a United 747, all the labels were in English, so he could understand what he was actually doing. Granted he usually just messed with buttons till the desired effect happened, but here he needed to be precise on which buttons and switches he was activating, which is why Rufus was helping him scout out the correct buttons and switches.
"Over here!" Rufus squeaked as he stood by a cluster of gauges pointing up at the still intact circuits and switches above the pilots heads.
Ron followed his gaze up to the engine start controls.
"Ok buddy, here goes nothing"
Vin was quickly loading as fast as he could another five rounds into the rifle when he heard the unmistakable whine of a Jet turbine winding up. Looking up from his reloading he saw the number 3 engine blades start to slowly spin.
"Damn, and on the first try" he said to himself, grinning.
The others started falling back, as the starting engine gained Apotheosis's attention. It looked at the spinning blades before it turned back and tried to advance on the others. But Shego and Kim again kept the creature in it's place with a mixture of hits, kicks, plasma blasts from Shego, and some random small arms fire thrown in for good measure.
Slowly but surely the jet turbine was fully functional, and while it made hearing very difficult, Vin cupped his left hand around his mouth and called out to Ron, hoping that he heard him.
"RON, NOW!"
It was very faint to hear over the roar of the engine, but the voice was able to get to Rufus's ears. Rufus scurried over to the throttle, Ron immediately picked up on what Rufus was doing, and figuring he got a signal from Vin he and Rufus pushed the throttle wide open for engine number three before they both fled the cockpit and ran back to Vin.
The sound was deafening now, almost as soon as Vin finished shouting it, the jet engine screamed up to full power, sucking in anything small in its path. Bits and pieces of the planes roof were sucked into the massive turbine and were quickly shredded, and then larger pieces were picked up and shredded in the engine.
The team was safely out of the way, with exception to Kim and Shego who stood dangerously close to the suction zone of the engine, trying to keep Apotheosis from moving.
Carlos, Jill and Chris joined his side at the same time Ron did, everyone was watching as the suction of the engine started to pull on Apotheosis, its feet slid on the tarmac as it was pulled closer to the intake. But it managed to take one step away from the engine, even though it was still pulling it back.
Vin grabbed the M79 again and flipped the break, ejecting the spent grenade onto the ground, only it instead it bounced on the ground before it was pulled towards the intake.
"You three get out to the jet and make sure they're ready for takeoff!" Vin shouted over the roaring of the engine as he loaded in the last grenade round.
With them sprinting off to the jet, Vin noticed the right wheels on the 747, they were starting to move.
Silently cursing he placed the M79 on the hood of the baggage car and brought the Springfield up to his eye again.
"Ron, when I fire this I want you to get their attention and get them out of there!"
Ron wasn't able to say anything as Vin fired the rifle soon after, the bullet striking Apotheosis right in the left cheek.
This got the attention of Shego and Kim, who turned back towards the parked baggage car, where Ron frantically waved them over.
Apotheosis now started trying to get over to Vin, fighting against the engines suction; it made another step away when another round caught it in the face, causing it to stop. Then another round and another, each one caught the creature in the face and proceeded to get it off balance and stumbling back towards the engine.
With the last round spent, and everyone remotely out harms way Vin again picked up the Grenade launcher and fired it directly at Apotheosis.
To everyone, including Vin time seemed to slow to a crawl when he pulled the trigger. The round slowly spun towards Apotheosis before it impacted its chest. A second after it impacted it detonated, the force of the blast not only blew off pieces of Apotheosis, but pushed him backwards toward the spinning blades of the jet turbine. There was a brief, piercing cry that came over the roaring engine and explosion before Apotheosis was sucked into the turbines, grounding it up the same as a blender would. The engine struggled and sputtered as Apotheosis's form was cut and ground down inside the shroud; the entire area behind the engine became doused in blood and bits of meat. Then the blast hit the pooling jet fuel, the pure white heat ignited the fuel and covered the tarmac around the jet with large flames before they reached the fuel in the engines.
The second blast put everyone on the ground, with the exception of Vin who somehow ducked down behind the wheel of the baggage vehicle. That didn't stop the vehicle from being pushed back into the other set of wheels, and knocking Vin out of his seat.
The jet was engulfed in flames; the engines were blown to pieces, including #3. It would be a miracle if anything was to have survived that blast.
"Oww, I am going to be sore in the morning" Kim moaned as she lifted herself off the tarmac.
"Man, I think I got sunburn on my arms from that" Ron protested.
"Where's Vin?" Kim asked, noticing that the baggage car wasn't next to them.
They both turned to look behind them when they heard him groaning in pain.
Quickly they were both at his side, trying to help him to his feet (or foot, given the state of his right leg)
"If my leg wasn't broken before, I'm pretty sure it is now…judging by the pain anyway…" he said through gritted teeth.
"Right now, I think the leg is the least of your worries, at least until we get you to the jet" Kim said as she carefully pulled his right arm around on her shoulder, Ron did the same on his side.
"We'll never make it to the jet like this…find something to tie the assault rifle to my right leg." He winced.
"You're leg? Uh…why?" Ron asked, looking confused.
"Make a…temporary brace…" Vin breathed, if he stayed like this for a prolonged period of time there was no doubt it would kill him.
Kim grabbed the bottom of his jeans on his right leg, using some of her new virus strength she ripped off two long sections off his right leg and used the material to tie the Assault rifle to his leg, stock end down to allow for more brace.
"That'll work" Vin said as he quickly started to hobble in the general direction of the jet, using the Springfield as a crutch. He was surprised by how well it worked, or if it was just the adrenaline in his system that was overriding his pain sensors. He'd find out soon enough.
Mrs. Possible watched patiently by the open door of the leer jet, they had roughly fifteen minutes before sunrise, which is when the FBI would order the strike. The three new ones arrived at the jet, with Shego close behind. Though there was still no sign of Kim, Ron, or this Vin character.
Then out of the smoke that now enveloped part of the tarmac came three figures, one was Kim with Ron's arm looped through hers, and slightly ahead of them was a very battered Vin. Mrs. Possible may not have been a regular doctor, but she knew enough to know that Vin needed medical attention immediately.
"Jim, Tim, I want you to go out there and help him in here, now" She instructed.
"Yes ma'm!" The both replied simultaneously, overjoyed about finally having a bigger part in this whole mess.
No sooner than they got over to them than they were all back aboard the jet, she quickly brought the door down and turned it into locking position.
"James Go!" She shouted as soon as the door was secured.
"Hold on everyone, because we are out of here!" He called back.
Seconds later the jet was screaming down the runway, passing the carnage of the 747 as it did before it lifted off the ground…just as the sun peeked over the horizon.
They did it.
FBI agent Morrison was just about to call the air force B-52's that were in a holding pattern above them to commence bombing the city when the blip appeared on Radar, leaving the Middleton airport.
"Get on the horn to that aircraft to identify itself!" Morrison screamed at the nearest agent, hoping that it was the survivors. To be safe he still brought the Air Force commander on a separate line.
"Unidentified aircraft on course Zero-One-One-Seven identify yourself, you are in unauthorized airspace"
"This is the unidentified aircraft, this is James Timothy Possible. We've just cleared the airport…"
Morrison grabbed the mic from the agent.
"Dr. Possible? Are you ok? What of the others? What about this Agent Vin?"
"Everyone's here and ok, little scared but ok"
The other agents cheered with joy upon hearing that everyone was good, Morrison himself was happy, but he hit the call button again.
"What about Agent Vin, Is he with you?"
"…He's with us, but he's not in good shape…"
Sensing the eyes of the fellow agents fall back on him, he dropped it there, not wanting to get them down with the news that the one who saved all of them may not survive this.
"Roger that Dr. Possible, continue on you're course, we'll have military fighters escort you to a safe zone momentarily."
"Roger that"
Morrison handed the mic back to the agent.
"Are they out of the danger zone yet?" He asked the agent on the mobile radar station.
"They will be in thirty seconds sir"
With that Morrison turned back to the connection to the Air Force commander.
"Commander, Green light, bombardment is given the green light….I want that town leveled…yes sir…"
He killed the connection and turned back to the view of the city. Since taking over Umbrella's makeshift perimeter around the city, Morrison ordered all agents to fall back 3 miles, still keeping the perimeter tight but far enough away so they weren't casualties of a stray bomb.
The first of six B-52 Strato-fortresses roared overhead, its bomb bay doors open. Thousands of tons of explosives fell from the bays, their explosions dotted across the city in small mushroom clouds, destroying and burning everything they came into contact with. Soon the other five Strato-fortresses emptied their cluster bombs on the city. Within a half a hour of the first B-52 flying over the city was nothing more than a broken and burning plain.
"Hold still" Mrs. Possible said as she knelt beside Vin.
Since he got on the plane he was ordered by the Neurosurgeon to lie on the floor, Kim and Ron held him down while she started tending to some of his wounds. By now all of the adrenalin he had in his system had been spent, and his entire body was filled with a nearly unbearable pain.
"JESUS CHRIST! Give me something, anything to dull this!" he shouted through gritted teeth.
Everyone else checked for something, anything that they could give Vin to ease the suffering he was going through. One of the compartments that was opened had a bag tumble out of them, near Vin's head and out bounced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
"Screw it, these will do for now" He breathed as he wiggled his left arm out from Ron's grip and grabbed the packet and lighter.
Normally he would never consider cigarettes as he absolutely despised the things, but given the immense pain he was in right now, he could care less. He quickly got one in his mouth and lit it with the lighter.
"You know that's now illegal right?" Kim asked, obviously referring to the FAA ban on smoking on an airliner.
Vin took a long drag on the cigarette, he wasn't sure how, but the cigarettes did in fact lessen the pain (although it could have been in his head, he didn't rule that possibility out) before he looked Kim in the eyes.
"Tell the FAA to send me the bill for the fine then" He blew out a cloud of smoke.
Disgusted by what might be Vin's new hobby Kim turned back to her mother, who was still checking on some of his wounds.
"How is he Mom?"
"He'll live if that's what you're asking. I'm not a regular doctor, but I know enough from my med school that he will be ok, he lost a good amount of blood, but not a life threatening amount, although he might need a transfusion as well as some surgery for his right arm, and possibly his right leg."
"So is it safe for me to take a nap" Vin asked, suddenly feeling very tired.
"You're fine, but I'd put that cigarette out first"
He smirked as he ground the cigarette out, before he shut his eyes and took a much needed nap.
Ok so we're done with another chapter, and yet I'm still not done with this story!
Same reason why this one didn't end last chapter, ran out of room for the next section, plus I made some scenes longer to allow some more detail in what's going on.
I guarantee that next chapter will be the last one, it will be rather short as its more of a wrap up and a preview for the sequel (Which now has a name!)
Depending on how I feel, we may have the last chapter up by Monday, (which will more than likely happen anyway, so be on the look out for that)
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