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MonkeyLucy: Okay, I love all of my reviewers equally, but I love your timing! :) Every time I post a new chapter, you're there to read and review like ten minutes later! Cookies! 8D For being so awesome :) *hands cookies* It's too amusing to pass up an oppertunity to see you hyper! Haha! :)

17Bubbleslove: Aw! You're so sweet! :) Unique is a word I like, cool is just plain cool, and funny? I didn't think I had a good sense of humor, but thank you for the confident boost! :) Cookies! 8D And keep up the good adjectives :)

xxAznPenguin: I will :) And thank you for reviewing again! :)

Kristen: I know I usually don't post two chapters within the 24 hours, but this is the only night I get the computer! So here it is! Excited to post a new chapter! Sorry the last one was kinda short; I'll work on that!

Skipper: *sing-song voice* No one cares!

Private: I care!

Skyla: As do I.

Marlene: Me too!

Rico: Uh huh.

Skipper: I can't win just once?

Everyone: *pretends to think* No.

Skipper: *sigh*

Kristen: And the plot thickens in this chapter!

Marlene: Blowhole's plan is put into action.

Skyla: *grumbles* I don't like the end.

Kristen: Doesn't matter!

Rico: Enjoi!

DISCLAIMER: Let's see what I own- iPod? Check. Neckalace? Check. Purple tree in the yard (no joke, it's purple; no idea why)? Check. PoM? ... Not check.

*-KTKK-*

"Alright, here's the plan," Skyla said as they hid near the abandoned factory near Coney Island, where they saw about five guards, two in front and the other three scattered around back and side entrances, and they knew that Blowhole had to be there. "Rico will distract and incapacitate the guards while the rest of us sneak inside. After Rico has joined us, we'll go to the center of the building where Blowhole is most likely to be. Private, Marlene, you're our eyes- alert us if you see any gaurds on the way there. When we get there, me, Kristen, and Marlene will disable any machines that could be a threat while Private, Skipper, and Rico deal with the Lobs and Dr. Blowhole. Everyone understand?" When the group nodded, Skyla said, "Good."

"You heard the lady," Skipper said to Rico. "Go!"

Rico nodded and, giving Skyla a quick peck on the cheek, slinked off to wipe out the Lobs. A bomb was the thing he wanted to use, but the "Skyla" in him told him that it would cause too much panic and create a scene. So no bomb. He could just go all-out and whip out some guns, but they probably had guns too, and elaborate ones at that. So no guns. In fact, stealth and secrecy seemed like the only option left.

Rico paused, shivering. He was spending too much time with Skyla. Then again, he could never stop spending time with Skyla...

Rico shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Now was the time to kick ass.

Rico saw a Lob away from the others guarding a secluded entrance, so he went after him first. Rico came up behind the guard, who looked to be eating a sandwich, and quickly knocked him out with a blow to the neck. He moved to the others, quickly eliminating them. The two in the front were more difficult, because he was slightly outnumbered, but they only got a hit on him twice before they were taken down.

Rico silently called them over, and, thanks to Skyla's hacking skills, the electronic door was opened, granting them access to the fight that was clearly awaiting them. Marlene and Private, who had the best eyesight out of the group, were keeping an eye out. They had a few close calls, but made it to the middle of the warehouse, the lab, unscathed. As soon as they stepped foot in the lab, though, they were attacked by an army of Lobs. They fought their hardest, but were quickly captured by the sheer number of the henchmen. They were forced to their knees in front of a large computer screen. The screen lit up and showed a man grinning sadistically.

"Skipper."

"Blowhole."

"So NICE to see you again. And I see you have some company. The lovely Marlene and Kitty. So nice to see you again, Kitty." He smiled at his daughter when she thrashed in her restraints, glaring at him through the scar he gave her. He directed his gaze to Private.

"Patricia, still so young. You don't have to be with them, you know. You can always join me; it's much more safe."

Private barely ever glared, but when she did, it was damn scary. The dark-haired villain shifted uncomfortably under the young girls look. He turned his attention to Skyla.

Blowhole's grin widened. "Skyla. Lovely as ever."

Skyla glared, but still cleared her throat in discomfort. Rico growled.

"Alright, Blowhole," Skipper snarled. "Quit harassing innocent women and tell us your plan."

"Ah ah ah, not so fast. I still need one thing."

Skipper knew it was crutial to hear his plan, but couldn't risk him endangering his team and company any further. He looked at Rico while Blowhole was doing his "dramatic pause." "Now!"

Rico quickly spun and kicked the Lobs holding him. They let go in surprise. Skipper did the same and quickly took down the Lobs holding the girls while Rico took care of the swarm coming in. While the fight raged on, Blowhole was shouting nonsense on screen.

"Get the Fish! Get the Fish! Don't let them get away!"

As he fought, Skipper thought of Blowhole's screeches. What the hell is "the Fish"? It was obviously a code for something. He blocked a punch by grabbing the arm that threw it and throwing the body attached to the arm over his head. He kicked a Lob in the ribs, satisfied when he heard a crack. But what did it mean? Block. Punch. Flip. Kick. Wait, back when they were in the military together, Blowhole always called women inexperianced fish. Women= Fish. Women.

He gasped and quickly turned to check on the girls. Marlene and Kristen weren't doing too good, no experiance and all, but Rico and Private were sticking close. He and Skyla had both gotten separated in the heat of the fight, and Skyla was slowly being forced into a corner. He went to help the girl that was like a sister to him as fast as he could, but he was too slow.

A Lob had gotten a blow to the head. She groaned in pain, slumping into the arms of a Lob in unconsciousness. Blood poured out of the wound, enraging Skipper. "Get AWAY from her!"

It caught the attention of Rico, whose eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding, unconscious girlfriend. A cry of pain interupted him, looking at Marlene as a Lob tripped her. Her ankle looked like it was twisted from the fall. He looked back at Skyla, feeling conflicted. He finally decided to help Marlene; Skipper was with Skyla, everything would be fine. He needed to keep an eye on her, because Private and Kristen weren't the best fighters and defenders around. Skyla was with Skipper. She would be fine. She had to be.

Skipper tried to help her, but was overwhelmed with the numbers of the Lobs. Skyla was carried off by a Lob, and he was horrified to see Marlene being carried off kicking and screaming.

"Retreat now!" Blowhole shouted, and they all left. Skipper, Rico, Private, and Kristen all tried to catch them and get Skyla and Marlene back, but were too slow. The Lobs filled into multiple helicopters and motored off, leaving sad and angry people. Private and Kristen lowered their heads in sadness while Rico and Skipper thrashed at some nearby cars and walls.

Skipper caught his breath from his shouts and attacks, breathing out, "This ends now."

*-KTKK-*

Skyla groaned, rubbing her eyes with her hands. She blearily opened them, groaning again at the bright light. An evil cackle met her ears, and she squinted in the room she now recognized as a lab of some sort. The walls were a pure white and seemed to emit a bright light. She was chained to a wall by a door that slid open (she could tell because of all the Lobs exited as she awoke). The gray shackles were encircled around her hands, but not her feet, and they let her leave the wall just barely before they restricted her movement yet again. There were various machines and chemicals on tables, alot of which made a smell that Skyla was all too familiar with. There was a large super-computer on the wall opposite of her and the door, with Dr. James Blowhole standing in front of the computer with a smug and evil smirk on his face that she wanted to smack off.

"Blowhole," she hissed in pure hatred, "let me go."

He chuckled, taking his hands out of the pockets of his dark blue suit. "Please. Call me James."

"Not on your life, bastard."

"Not too happy, huh? You should be. I have more than you could ever ask for. Why not join me?"

"You sick, twisted, evil, vile-"

"Now now, no need to get angry," Blowhole said, his stormy gray eyes catching hers. "Besides, that wouldn't end to well for your friend."

Skyla narrowed her eyes, her eyes trapped in his, her shackles yanking painfully on her wrists as she tried to lunge at him. She growled, a sound that almost matched Rico's. "Who do you have?"

He smirked. He pressed a button on the computer, and she gasped at the scene. Marlene was in what looked to be a mid-evil dungeon. She was chained to a wall, much like Skyla was. When she squinted, she saw that Marlene's ankle was twisted and looking very painful. She was unconscious at the moment, but showed signs of waking up soon.

She glared at the man, her eyes once again locked in his. She distantly felt blood run down the side of her face, but she was too mad to feel pain at the moment.

"I know how good of friends the two of you are," Blowhole said, shutting the screen off. "You went to college together briefly, then you both dropped out. What happened?" He paused, but when she didn't answer, he continued. "I heard that your father died recently."

Skyla's eyes flashed dangerously. "I have no father! The closest thing to a father I have is Skipper, and he's very well alive! And I suggest you let me go before he comes here and MAKES you let me go!"

Dr. Blowhole grinned. "But, you see, when he gets here, he will get Marlene first. After that, he will come for you, and be heartbroken to find you brainwashed."

Skyla's glare faltered, turning fearful. "W-What?"

"You have a choice. You can either watch your friend die, or you can allow me to inject you with this," he said, grabbing a vile with a glowing purple liquid in it.

Skyla tried to loose her fear, but it stubbornly stayed with her. "Y-You're bluffing. Mind control isn't real."

He grinned evilly, his teeth looking suspiciously sharp. "Oh, but it is."

Skyla desperately tried to find something to help her escape, anything, but was disappointed to find no such thing. She thought back to all of her talks with Marlene, all the times they had together, and she couldn't let Marlene's life end so soon. Skipper would be devastated, and most likely blame her. She couldn't live with the guilt.

Making her decision, she breathed out, "Don't hurt her."

Dr. Blowhole grinned and stepped forward, needle poised and ready.

*-KTKK-*

Kristen: That mind control bit was lodged in my subconscious; I think it was from a story I once read. If you have any idea where I could have based that idea off of, please tell me via review or PM! If it's yours, I will give you credit!

Skipper: She copied someone's idea! That's gotta get her story deleted, right, Skyla?

Skyla: *reviewing FF rules* Sorry, Skipper. She's giving credit to the original author of the bit, so it doesn't count.

Kristen: Ha!

Skipper: *grumbles*

Rico: *growls while pointing at the part of mind control*

Kristen: *shrugs* Sorry, Rico. Just doing my job as an authoress and spicing up the story.

Rico: *growls and shields Skyla from Kristen*

Skyla: *blushes*

Private: Oh, don't be too hard on her.

Marlene: Yeah, she's just making it more enjoyable.

Skipper: *amusement in voice* That is debatable.

Kristen: Anyway, review!

Oranges and smiles!

*-KTKK-*