"E...Ed..wh..what do you think you're doing?!" Jet snatched the pistol from Ed's hold and securely attached it to his hip. What had he been thinking? Ed had insisted on going, to the point of becoming a stowaway on his zipcraft. So really there was no stopping her. No matter how hard he budged, the girl with fire red hair did not break. Rather, her will to proceed never wavered.

"Ed wants to try!" Cried the frustrated teenager as she crossed her arms in front of her and attempted a menacing glare. She tried at least. Jet snorted and continued to wreak havoc on La Puerta's base. The layout of the small city that La Puerta occupied was neatly arranged and heavily guarded. Jet counted 11 separate divisions within the base, including headquarters. Hell, this organization had enough money and influence to own its own city? Jesus, who are these people?

The security systems had been successfully disarmed due to the mystical and awe-powering Radical Ed. The planted bombs to the two buildings within the base served as decoy, while Jet scanned the frenzy for Edie. She had to have known that they were coming for her. He just prayed he'd find her in time. Bullets grazed the window to Jet's zipcraft and he swerved to avoid the gunfire. "You fine back there?" Jet gruffed.

"Ed is a-ok!" She signaled with her hand and balanced her Tomato on the top of her head. Jet considered the girl offly cheery considering their present situation. Death was imminent and a possible conclusion to this little stunt. Especially without the aid of Spike. Damn him. Jet continued to fly around the facilities, firing back shells to the ground. It would be better if they'd search on foot, but the risk was too high. Where would they land his Hammer Head and how would they stay undetected after his big entrance. The dashboard suddenly lit up and caught the signal of two other zipcrafts.

"Seems like we're being tailed. Hold on!" Jet increased the speed to the Hammer Head and aimed to shake off the fire from the two following ships. They proceeded to pursue them, hightailing through the blue sky.


"Shit! We have radio interference." Felix tossed the walkie-talkie to the ground and ran, with Edie in hand, towards an exit. He jerked his cellphone from his suit pocket and punched in some numbers.

"What is going on?" Edie huffed hastingly behind him.

"That's what I want to know… Trill? Yes, what's the status of the situation?...What do you mean there is one zipcraft? How the hell does one zipcraft cause this much damage when this is supposed to be guarded fortress?!" Snarled Felix, his grip on Edie's palm tightening. "I don't care what the fuck you do, just take care of this and take care of it fast."

"Felix," Edie tugged on his hold and braced herself. "I don't blame you for what happened." Felix slowed himself and looked down to the beaming, petite girl.

"Why is it that I have a hard time believing that?" He turned his attention back to his phone.

"I wasn't angry about that. I was angry with what you had become. Sure, I knew I could never one up La Puerta. It was only matter of time till I was ostracized, or more likely, killed."

"What do you mean with what I've become?" Felix shot back defensively.

"Murdering the innocent lives of women and children, Felix?! How about that!?" Edie gritted her teeth, her hand balled to her side.

"We were killing fathers, uncles, brothers, Edie. What's the difference? I don't know if you recall but they weren't always the bad guys. We killed because it was our job. We were hired." Bit back Felix, his pulse raging. Who was she kidding? She was just as guilty as he in affecting the lives of thousands. Sure, after Eddy's supposed death, he grew an insatiable thirst for bloodshed and carnage which, ultimately, lead to the massacre of families. But what did that matter? It meant nothing to him. He felt nothing for them. They were merely just another means to an end. How could she stand back and scold him? Who died and made her the self-righteous, Mother Teresa?

"Is that snotty, brash boy that I fell in love with anywhere in there?" Edie's eyes wildly searched his. His eyes darted to catch her gaze and he grimaced.

"Come on." Felix commanded as he opened the door to the chaotic scene of flames and blood.


"ED! Quit messing with that!" Roared Jet, while the Hammer Head maneuvered its way through buildings and bullets (technically, missiles). They had successfully shaken and downed one zipcraft but the other remained. He wouldn't go down as easily as the first. Looping behind one of the buildings, he hoped to juke the zipcraft. But sadly, the ship could not be easily fooled.

"Shit, looks like we're running low on ammo... Ed…what do you got there?" Jet blinked as the eccentric teenager tossed about a silver ball, slightly bigger than a baseball.

"Ed found it in Spike-person's room with all his gizmos. We could play catch with it, Jet-person!"

Jet laughed nervously and took the ball from her hands. Is she referring to Spike's work bench? Oh, fuck me. At the sudden realization, he formulated a plan. "Ed, lay on the floor and cover your head!" Jet baited the enemy craft to play a game of cat and mouse around the standing buildings. After going in circles, Jet was able to situate himself to be facing opposite to the enemy. It appeared as if they were in their own little stand off. A game of chicken, perhaps. The enemy ship continued to shoot bullets at the Hammer Head, as it sped toward it. Jet lifted the hatch ajar and moved forward with full speed. As they neared collision, neither backing down, Jet flung the silver ball through the slim opening and weaved away. As the ball made contact with the other ship, it erupted, inflaming the enemy ship and sending it crashing to the ground. The Hammer Head, barely avoiding a crash landing to the ground and a hit from the other zipcraft, hummed above. Jet exhaled deeply, dragging his arm to his head to dry off the sweat building at his brow.

"Uhh...Jet-person, there are more red dots!" Ed pointed to screen that lit up like Christmas. Jet sighed once more, but this time out of weariness and worry. Suddenly a loud explosion caught the attention of the two passengers of the Hammer Head. Behind them, a ship crashed to the ground and another zipcraft zoomed past them.

"Is that…?"

"Spike-person!"