A note on the last chapter. I didn't want anything too angsty for Rico. In the episode "Love Hurts", Skipper smirks when he says, "Guatemala". I don't think he'd be smirking if it was something extremely painful and traumatic to Rico. Skipper is hard, but I don't think he's cruel. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my take on Guatemala.

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"Men, we have a situation!" Four heads came up and turned toward him. "Some of the agents have gone rogue and have taken the main HQ. We've been called in to help."

"But can we get there in time," Manfredi asked.

"No time for those questions. We're needed. Now load up and move out!"

The drive to the main HQ was filled with talk of analysis and strategies. They had been receiving updates from the Commander, who had managed to escape the building. It was three men who had turned on them. They had gone over to someone named Dr. Blowhole, and this was their first assignment. When the Commander read off the names, Manfredi made an unhappy noise in his throat.

"Can't say I'm surprised. I trained them years ago. Bullies, every one of them."

Johnson nodded in agreement. "I treated many of their victims. Kids too scared to tell the Commander about them. I tried to talk them into it, but they wouldn't. I told the Commander myself, but his hands were tied. The complaints had to come from the victims in order for him to do anything."

"Well", Skipper said, "then we'll be the ones to deal out the discipline."

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The main building was eerily quiet as they moved swiftly and silently down one of the hallways. Johnson was outside with the Commander. Any intel would come from him. He would also move in, if any of the men went down.

Using hand signals, Skipper ordered Kowalski and Manfredi down a side hallway. He and Rico continued down the hallway they were in.

"They might be in the mess hall," came Johnson voice through the ear piece.

"Roger that," Skipper whispered, knowing the microphone on his lapel was strong enough to pick up his voice. Kowalski did great work creating these communication devices. An so far, they hadn't blown up.

They made their way into the mess hall, and were immediately fired upon. Skipper and Rico dropped to the floor, grabbing the legs of the nearest table and knocking it on its side. Skipper peered over the table edge to see another overturned table at the other end of the hall. "Gunmen spotted," he said into his microphone.

A bullet came through the table. "Frozen fish-sticks! We need another table to give us better protection!"

The closest table was 10 feet to their left. Rico changed the clip in his gun. "Ah go. Yu cova'." Rico fired as he ran the 10 feet and overturned the other table. It was at that time that Skipper noticed there were only two people behind the other table.

"Johnson, how many gunmen are there?"

"Three, sir."

Then where was the other one? Skipper's gut told him to turn around. He saw the third gunman slip into the mess hall behind him. The man didn't see him, but he did see Rico. Skipper aimed at the gunman, but discovered that his clip was empty. There wasn't time to reload. He cried out a warning to Rico as he ran toward his team mate. The gunman fired.

Rico turned just as Skipper's body slammed into him, sending them both flying. Rico's gun skittered noisily across the concrete floor. Rico groaned at the pain that shot through his back. He looked down at the man lying across his chest. "Kippah?" Then he saw the blood. He couldn't see where Skipper had been wounded. Only that there was blood everywhere. "Kippah!" Rico began whimpering.

The gunman who fired laughed as he walked closer. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Rico the Freako."

They hurt my Skipper.

The other two men came out from behind the table. The first man walked over to them. "I heard someone had tamed the psycho," said one of the other two. "Should have known it was Skipper. The psycho and the paranoid. Perfect combo."

They will pay for hurting Skipper!

The men laughed. "What's the matter, little doggie? Are you sad your master was killed? Well, don't be. You'll be joining him soon enough." They made the mistake of turning their backs on him.

They. Will. Pay.

The men were still laughing as Rico silently stood up behind them. "Well, time to go join your mas..." The man was stopped mid-sentence by a flying chair. The other two men turned to Rico, only to turn and run as the overturned table came flying at them.

The two men ran back toward their own overturned table. Rico whooped cheerfully and picked up another table, throwing it at the two retreating men. Rico walked to the first gunman who lay unconscious on the floor. He picked him up and threw him toward the door to the hallway.

Manfredi and Kowalski ducked at the gunman sailed over their heads. They ducked again, as a chair flew past. They looked at Rico, who now had a large mallet and was swinging it like a bat; knocking chairs and tables about the mess hall. He was laughing and whooping as he proceeded to destroy the mess hall on his way to the terrified gunmen.

Rico was oblivious to the gunfire, and the two shots that actually hit. Luckily for him, the gunmen didn't have many bullets left and those were gone when he reached the table. Their terrified screams were cut short. Rico gave a crazed laugh and continue destroying everything in the room.

"Oh no," Manfredi said, horrified. "He's lost control. He's gone full psycho. The last time I saw him like this was when he destroyed that bar."

Kowalski gulped. He had heard about that bar. Johnson had told him about the injuries to the other men. He had to think of something, and he had to think fast.