A/N: Okay people, as most of you have probably figured out, there are TONS of holes in this story, which is out of character for me. There are two reasons for this:

I've been having a shitty week with no inspiration.

All the holes in the story play a major part in the ending, remember that.

Gumball limped through the back door of the hideout, under heavy fire by the people beyond the 3mm armored wall. The patched up hole in his leg making it 20x harder than any time before.

"GUMBALL, JHON, GET OUT OF HERE, I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!" The Russian exclaimed over the hail of bullets, drawing his own M249.

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(Mike's POV, 5 minutes earlier)

"Mike, you okay?" I heard a person say to the left of me.

"Ya, I'm fine Al, I'm just wondering how Jake's doing in the hospital," I said, thinking of Jake, the pilot of my, recently, shot out Spectre, "Fuckers hit us hard with the Sparrows."

"Hey, don't worry man, I know you two are like brothers, but I know he's doing just fine." Albert said, trying to assure me.

"Hey did you hear what Watterson did?" The driver spoke up, "Killed his own brother for control of Hydra 1, fuckers a nutcase if you ask me."

"David," Al began, "we all heard what he did, that's why we're hunting them down. Good thing someone gave you a tip on where we can find them, Mike."

"Ya, good thing," I said, half-heartedly, but something told me deep in my stomach, we are in with more than one surprise today.

"Mike, on the 50, now." A man said from the passenger seat. We didn't know his name so everyone just called him Staff Sarg. I automatically leapt behind the machine gun, ready to load every one up with bullets.

"Mike," Staff Sarg began, "as soon as you stop firing, I want you to scavenge the back of the building for any wounded escapees."

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(Third person view, 3 minutes later)

Gumball lied down, looking as a squad of Marines walked underneath them. They stopped, and one person took Gumball's eye. It was a green dog with a different uniform and weapon than the others. He took a look at the tags on his uniform:

M. Jenson

USAF

'Figures,' he thought, 'Marines couldn't handle taking us out so he call for the Air Force to help them.'

"Let's take 'em," Jhon husked, lunging himself slightly forward to be caught by Gumball.

"Patience, I want the guy from USAF alive, he looks like he can give us some intelligence on what they have on us. Besides, if we were to jump head first into this we would be outgunned, remember you have a pistol and I only have my M19." He whispered back.

"Watch."

He slowly aimed at the group and fired 5 shots, quickly. Leaving the Air-force Crewman with the MP5K unharmed.

"Drop it! Now!" Gumball shouted as he lept from their hiding spot. Jenson dropped his SMG and got on his knees, obviously this guy was a POW.

"Fuck this." Jhon slammed the grip of his piston onto the back of the man's head, effectively knocking him out.

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"RUN IT, RUN IT!" Gumball yelled as the Sedan came under a burst of bullets.

"TRY TO GET THAT FUCKING HELIO OFF US, THEN MAYBE I CAN!" Jhon exclaimed back to Gumball, who was currently firing at the USMC HMMMV's closing in on them.

"I'M FUCKING TRYING, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO UNDER .50 CAL FIRE!" Gumball chucked a primed grenade and got lucky; the grenade detonated just under the engine of the first HMMMV, flipping in onto its back, twisting it, and blocking the road.

"Hell ya!" Gumball shot an entire clip of the High-caliber M19, each hitting the helicopter, and making it spin-out.

"Let's hope this all goes to plan."