Chapter 5: An ode to those whom blow crap up in the sewers

Jennifer, call sign, control was by no means cold hearted she was just extremely distrusting. She saw how happy Luna was here and she would never do anything to jeopardize Luna's position here. Unfortunately Von Brucken didn't care about that. So far he had gotten the guys at the top of CIA command to tell here and I quote "You're almost out of chances", but the way they said it; it sounded more like "One more clusterfuck from you and your team you and Andy are fired and Luna and Von Brucken are being transferred outta here." Damn.

Though if there was on good thing that happened it was Andy brought some homemade chocolate cookies. What? Those things are good. Then the day pulled a Wall Street and went right back down again when they learned that Luna was missing.

"What do you mean she's missing!" screamed Control.

"I don't know Sol called like five seconds ago to tell me." Replied Andy

"Well than we gotta go find her!"
Then the ex-count stepped in and the entire thing almost went to hell.

"So you're implying that you would put away your work for the CIA for the sake of one measly girl." He asked. Andy and Control looked at each other and blinked. Control walked up to him and looked him dead in the eye before saying. "That's not just some measly girl that's the girl that kicked your ass." And she walked away, Andy following right behind him.

Luna was in one big continuous flash back. She was surrounded buy crimson red 5-pointed stars, also known as blood red. Her flash backs mainly consisted of her years on the front lines. Her mind was so wrapped up in the past she didn't hear the man creeping up behind her. However she could feel the cold barrel of a gun being pressed against her head.

Turn around" said a deep voice. When she turned around she was met with a man with his face bandaged like Shishio fro RuroKen, but she recognized him. The eyes. Eyes of a cool, calm, cold blooded killer, eye she had thought belonged to someone who was dead.

"Well I guess that hologram I left in the gym didn't kill you, huh?"

McCormick" she whispered

Nice to see you Collins"

"You should be dead." She said disbelief in her voice.

"What you sad?" he asked.

30 year-old Conan McCormick was a psychopath, but he was a genius and that's what made him a new kind of dangerous. Albeit a genius with a tendency for terrorism. Though even though he was a genius Luna thinks came from watching Saturday morning cartoons. That includes explaining his evil plan allowing Luna enough time to stop his plans.

May the free world be eternally grateful.

"You know just putting a gun to my head isn't going to keep still forever." An idea already forming in her head.

"I know that" he pulled out a remote and pressed a remote and a metal cage fell from the ceiling, how did she miss that?

Damn those Saturday morning cartoons.

"So now that that's out of the way, do you know where we are right? Well I assume you do, but were specifically under the courtyard of the school. A school that holds the child of every diplomat scientist and country leader. Then there's me living under the school with a dirty bomb, a homemade nuke.

Luna choked on air, somehow he had defied the odds and became even more insane since last time she saw him.

"Just think about it, every person who has a halfway decent position in government will be looking for someone to blame. It'll be mass hysteria war will start across the glob." He really is the definition of insane.

"So while that idiot Ohlinger gathers the entire school in the gym all I need to do is set up the bob underneath and that's it." He took out the bomb the size of a SUV trunk and left.

Thank god that Luna has a Batman belt packed with C-4.

"C-4 but no medkit this is messed up."

She attached the C-4 to one corner of the cage and retreated to another before it exploded.

BOOM!

She was far enough not to get killed but not far enough that her already wounded right hand was further messed up,

Still no medkit."

She really did want that medkit.

Now she had to secure a plan B

She went through the mangled wreckage of the cage. She really did blow that crap up.

The Scoobies were sitting in the gym, wishing they were looking for Luna.

All the members of the Squad were off as if expecting something to happen and they were not disappointed (this is just filler trust me)

Luna found McCormick hauling the bomb.

"You should probably put that down." She said his response was to pull a semi-automatic on her. "Well damn, now I've gotta use plan B.

She really did blow that crap up.