The SOCOM clattered to the ground and Raidrew turned to face his 'attacker.' "Damn it Fisting, whaddidya do that for?!"

Fisting grunted, "he's not an enemy you fuckin' tard! He's the bomb…disposal guy! Meet Persy Stillman."

"What? He's not Stillman! Stillman's old and black!"

"No," Fisting said, "you must be thinking of Mark Wilkins. This guy is the real deal!"

Persy nodded, "good to meet you. Now, to show you how to disarm the bombs I've got a disarmed one to demonstrate with. You use this spray here…like this…like THIS!" The spray stuttered into life and froze the entire workbench. "Well not just like that but you get the idea. What are you waiting for? Christmas? Get on with it!"

Raidrew furrowed his brow, "are you going too? I mean, you're the expert here."

Stillman snorted, "I can't go anywhere with this um…wooden leg which I suddenly have! No, no, no. I'll hide in this cupboard and wait for you to come back. That means 'go.'"

Some time later Raidrew was at the stairs to the landing pad, the sensor he had been given showed that was where the next bomb was. However a white-haired woman was coming down and talking on her radio. Wasting no time Raidrew leapt out and aimed his pistol at her, "fucking freeze!"

"My that's a big one!" she said and laughed. "Seriously, stop trying to compensate loser!" She laughed again and somersaulted over the railing.

Raidrew looked down after her but she was gone. He crouched down and turned on the codec, "Fisting! I just saw a female Russian terrorist."

"Hmm…" Fisting thought, "that's probably Older Tankinivitch – she took over the squad of soldiers after her father was killed two years ago. Watch out for her!"

Even later Raidrew and Fisting finished diffusing all their bombs and called Stillman, "job done!" Raidrew said.

Fisting agreed, "yeah, piece of cake!"

"Oh shit!" Persy interrupted, "two giant bombs have just been armed and they're powerful enough to destroy the entire facility! Raidrew – head to the one on Shell 1, I'll go to the one on Shell 2!"

"Wait a minute! You said you had a wooden leg!"

"Yeah, I lied. Hurry up you twat!"

Raidrew froze his bomb just in time but Persy didn't do so well. There was a loud explosion and Fisting and Raidrew looked at each other, "shit!" One of the struts in Shell 2 collapsed and another began to flood.

It was just then that Raidrew received a information from a unknown caller, "the bomber has one final bomb and is challenging you to a showdown. You – alone at the landing pad in 5 minutes. You can call me…Mr X. Later…"

The transmission faded and Raidrew looked to Fisting nervously, "I don't wanna go! Why don't you?"

Fisting sighed, "the bomber asked for you and you ALONE!"

"Yeah…so what?"

"Get your ass up there…or I'll I kick you so hard I can see what you had for breakfast!" Raidrew left the room at neck-break speed heading for the landing pad.

Arriving at the landing pad Raidrew saw the fattest man he had…would ever see. "Well," the obese man said, "you showed up after all. You probably know all about me from Stillman."

"Nope!" Raidrew put it bluntly, "he's swimming with the…swimmy things."

The chunky chap was taken aback, "he never mentioned me? Not even once? Ah fuck him! I'll introduce myself! The name's FatMatt! I am the most skilled bomber who ever lived! Plus I've got really cool hair, base!"

Raidrew yawned, "oh I'm sorry did you finish talking? Fucking finally! Now we can fight…you big greebo!"

FatMatt's eyes narrowed and Raidrew could suddenly hear that tune from Kill Bill, "nobody…calls me…GREEBO!" He pulled out a Glock and fired at Raidrew.