Good news for those lamenting the constant cliffhangers: I'm finally toning it down. As in, there'll be no cliffhanger tonight. I'm kind of in a "war of the cliffies" against Stormraven 333, but now I'm calling off my current offensive. Plus, I just love cliffhangers… I think they're great dramatic devices.

Well, anyway, it's now time for Drake to get some sweet, sweet payback on the Monster Squad.

Well, I made it: 30 chapters! And there's still more where this came from… I am now fully expecting to hit 100 reviews by the end of this story, which is officially the longest, and most successful, fan fiction I've ever written.

And I figured it was best to prepare you for the shock: There are things going to happen in this story that you will not believe. And before long, a very big, very terrible crisis is going to hit Drake's life…

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BREAKING OUT

The black van roamed silently through the streets of the city until, finally, it came to a stop in an alley.

At the other end of the alley sat a luxurious Rolls Royce. After a few seconds, the old man stepped out, clad in a £300,000-dollar tuxedo. He brushed off the sleeve as he walked up to the black van, waiting quietly as the doors parted.

The scientist stepped down to greet him.

"Good evening, Sir."

The old man simply nodded.

"I trust you have the creature in captivity?"

"Yes, Sir. Right this way."

They both stepped into the van. Therein was a variety of scientific equipment, with the remaining two Monster Squad soldiers standing to the sides. The third, now with a gaping hole in its head, was lying on a table.

And on the table next to it, was Drake.

"So this is the freak that's caused my organization so much trouble."

Drake's chest moved slowly up and down.

"It's still sedated, sir, but it should come round fairly soon; we didn't give it as large a dose this time."

The old man looked at another table. On there were the Glaive, Plasmacaster, Speargun, Smart Disc and Medicomp.

"Amazing weaponry… Prometheus technology pales in comparison to this… is it all intact?"

"Everything but the shoulder-cannon."

"Good. Now, about this creature…"

He turned back to Drake.

"Remove its mask."

The scientist stepped forward and detached the tube on the side of the mask. Slowly, he pulled it away, and what the old man saw truly amazed him.

"What the… it's human!"

The scientist stepped forward, looking down at Drake's face.

"Unbelievable," The scientist gasped, "He can't be over 16… how could he do all the damage he has?"

"Are you sure you have the right creature?"

"No-one human could have taken down that Monster Squad soldier."

A low, irritated sound suddenly escaped Drake's throat as his eyes drifted open.

"Where…" he said at last, "Where am I?"

"Ah, you're awake." The old man smirked. "Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Professor Morio Yutani."

"Yutani…" Drake repeated in a confused voice, "So you're the ones who's been sending these assholes to try and break my face."

"When you put it that way," Yutani answered coldly.

"Where am I?"

"Just inside a little transport."

"A transport to where?"

"Just one of our facilities. For… experimentation."

"Experimentation?"

"My, aren't you an inquisitive little Yautja… then again, you're not exactly a typical Yautja, now, are you?"

"You know about the Yautja?"

"Oh, my yes."

"Experimentation, huh? Are we talking observation, or dissection?"

"I don't see how you're in a position to interrogate anyone; I'm not the one tied to a table."

"Well as it happens, I know about your little company. You're the ones who keep screwing with the Xenomorphs. The ones who took them to Earth."

"Well, you have done your homework, haven't you?"

"I wonder how many people working for you… how many people out there… know what you've been up to."

"Well, everyone has their secret. The Weyland-Yutani corporation actually owns quite a number of… shall we say… more reputable organisations. How do you think they'd react if they knew whom they were working for? But as long as they do what we need of them, who cares?"

"So you just see them as little, oblivious slaves."

"Well, therein lies a little philosophical debate: Is a slave a slave, if he doesn't know he's enslaved?"

"Yes." Drake spat angrily.

"What," Yutani smirked, "Is that all I'm going to get out of you?" He scoffed. "You're no fun, are you, Kid?"

"Let me out of here," Drake snarled, "I'll show you how much fun I can be."

"You think it's wise to threaten me?"

"Actually," Drake said, as a wide grin spread across his face, "Toward the beginning of our little chat, it dawned on me that, when your goons disarmed me, they forgot the wristblades. And I was just keeping you talking so I could cut these restraints!"

Drake's hand whipped up, and Yutani barely ducked in time as Drake leapt up.

"Catch it!" Yutani yelled as Drake landed on the table with his equipment.

Drake kicked the Medicomp up into his hand and jabbed the daggers into himself, screaming in pain as, in an instant, his wounds healed.

"Who wants some?" He snarled as he extended the wristblades.

The two Monster Squad soldiers picked up their weapons, but by that point, Drake had leapt forward in front of one of them and thrust his Glaive up, straight through his weapon. The soldier dropped the gun and kicked Drake in the head, but Drake nimbly landed on his feet.

Enclosed space, he thought. And I'm exhausted. Bad combination.

The other soldier fired his weapon, but Drake leapt up, dodging the searing blast. Drake then leapt forward and kicked the soldier in the chest, sending them both flying out of the back of the van and into the alleyway, whereupon Drake immediately leapt up onto the side of a fire escape.

That's more like it!

The soldier fired his weapon again, but Drake leapt down onto the van behind him and fired the Speargun, catching him in the back of the head.

Suddenly, something behind him kicked him in the back, sending him flying off the van and onto the ground.

The last Monster Squad soldier jumped down, picking up the other's weapon.

"Bring it, ass wipe!"

Drake hurled the Smart Disc through the air. The soldier leaned back as the disc flew across him and rose up, aiming the gun as Drake leapt up. As the soldier aimed, the disc flew back…

…Only for the soldier to duck again as the disc flew back into Drake's hand. The soldier stood up again…

…When Drake shot him right in the face with the Speargun. After a second, the solder collapsed to the ground.

Drake walked slowly over to his fallen opponent.

Now that's some mighty fine payback, He thought to himself.

After a second, however, he started to hear a rapid beeping.

C'jit!

He leapt back as both soldiers suddenly exploded in balls of fire. As the smoke cleared, he could just about make out the van driving away.

Just as well, He thought. I'm way too tired to go after them tonight.

After a second, he jumped up and climbed up the fire escape, to the ceiling.

Man, what a night…

To quote Drake: That is, in my opinion, some mighty fine payback.

There- you see? No cliffhanger. As promised. Hopefully you enjoyed this like the last three chapters.

I might update tomorrow, but during the week I've got work experience. Oh well… beats school.