Reviewer Responces:

xxAznPenguin: Nothing. Nevermind :)

Kristen: Goin on vacation, and I don't know if I'll have Internet access, but I hope I will! Rico is the only one here with me now, but that's okay! Here's the chapter!

Rico: Enjoi!

DISCLAIMER: I'LL NEVER OWN POM!

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Skipper paced in front of the other three as they stood in an alley. Private was crying heavily, Kristen was looking extremely guilty, and Rico was clenching and unclenching his fists, multiple emotions running across his face. There was definately anger, plus there was sadness, fury, fear, hatred, and more anger. He punched a wall, watching blood run down his hand with no emotion at all. Skipper was mostly worried about him. He knew bits and pieces of his past, but only... Skyla... knew all of it... Rico seemed to have finally cracked, if he hadn't already.

"This... is the last straw," Skipper growled. "He took away my parents, my life, the love of my life, and my little sister. It's time to end this, once and for all. Rico! You're going to go first and secure the basement, where he'll most likely have them. Private, you're going to watch our backs. Make sure no one sneaks up on us while we make our way to his lab. He'll be on the outskirts of Manhatten, in an old army base. I just know it. The bastard's using the same place we trained. Move out!"

They started to make their way to the streets, barely realizing it was dark now, before a shout stopped them.

"Hey! Whadda 'bout me?" Kristen yelled.

Skipper spun around, glaring so fiercely it stopped her in her path. "YOU don't do ANYTHING. You probably set us up in the first place!"

She stomped her foot, glaring. "I did no such thang! I hate the man more than you do!"

"I doubt that highly!"

"No? Did ya eva wonder HOW I got blind? He slashed ma eye 'cuz he was pissed when ma motha went missin! She still hasn't been found, and I doubt she eva will! I miss her like the dickins! Don't you DARE say I don't hate him!"

Untouched by her outburst for the most part, Skipper barely glanced at her. "You could be lying for all I know! How can I trust the daughter of evil?"

Private interveined. "Stop it!" she shouted, British accent coming out heavy in her irritation and desperation. "Weah all stressed about this just as much as you ah, Skippah! Kristen is obviously worried about Mahlene and Skyla, why can't she help? Blowhole has affected her JUST as bad as he has you, so STOP being so pigheaded and accept help from a strangah for once!"

Skipper looked guiltily at Private, putting a hand on her back. "Alright, alright, I'll let her come." Kristen smiled at that.

"Bu, ow can... she elp?" Rico rasped out, rubbing his irritated throat afterward.

"Good question, Rico. How CAN you help?" Skipper asked, looking at Kristen.

She smiled seductively. "Leave the outside guards to me."

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Kristen checked her hair and make-up in the puddle. Perfect as usual. She stood up, still wearing her outfit from the bar the previous day. It was now midnight, but she was used to the late nights. She winked at Skipper, and he gave her the signal. She put on her best smile and walked toward the guards at the entrance to the army camp. She immediately got their attention, and she had to cover up an eye roll. Men were all the same.

She smiled and fluttered her eyes. "Howdy! My car broke down near here, and I know nuthin bout machinery, so could you STRONG men please help me? I promise I can pay you back."

The four Lobs were practically tripping over themselves to follow her as she sauntered back to the alley. They were so distracted that they didn't know that they were being lead away from where the road was. She quickly turned to them when she was a fair distance away from them. They stopped too.

"Thank you for your co-operation," Kristen said as she smiled, though it wasn't at all sweet. It was creepy and evil, probably one of the only things she got from her father. She flipped her hair, and the confused Lobs were ambushed by the team. They were caught by surprise, which made them easy to take down. Once they were tied up, Skipper turned to Kristen with a smile.

"Maybe you CAN be useful to the team."

"That was wonderful, Kristen!" Private praised. "Now all we have to do is get Marlene and Skyla and defeat Dr. Blowhole!"

Rico gave Kristen a little smile before the mention of Skyla, then it quickly turned to a frown. He didn't like the thought of her being held captive of Blowhole, and he was going to unleash hell when he saw the deranged doctor.

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Marlene was reluctant to open her eyes, but the pain in her leg caused her eyes to shoot open. She caught sight of her ankle, wincing at its twisted image. She moaned in pain; she wasn't cut out for fighting or dealing with injuries. That was the team's job; hers was to help heal their wounds and come up with plans. Not fight.

She glanced at her surroundings. A stone gray cell held her, with shackles to complete the cage. It was dimly lit by a little light that flickered. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she saw two Lobs at the end of the narrow hallway from her position. Finding it impossible to think through the plan, she decided to wait for Skipper to come and help. She just hoped they came quickly. Then a disturbing thought crept through her mind, and her heart dropped to her stomach.

Where was Skyla?

*-KTKK-*

Rico quickly laid waste to everything in his path to the dungeon-like basement. There wasn't a conscious Lob between the two. Skipper, Private, and Kristen followed, the only sound the quiet clicks of Kristen's heels. Rico took out two Lobs guarding the entrance of the basement, and the four rushed in.

Marlene looked relieved when she saw them. Her arms shook as she watched Rico pick the lock to the cell. They burst through the cell doors, crouching to Marlene's level.

"Are you okay?" Skipper asked, worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine. My ankle's just twisted."

Private smiled, and Kristen looked guilty. Rico picked the locks to her shackles and helped her up slinging her arm around his shoulders. He looked around, confused and worried. "Skyla?"

Marlene's expression dropped. "I don't know where she is. Dr. Blowhole separated us."

Skipper's expression hardened. "Private, take Marlene to a safe location and wait for us."

Private saluted and picked the other woman up, casting a glance over her shoulder. "Be careful."

Skipper nodded. They parted ways. The three met outside to think. "We've got a slight hiccup. Blowhole most likely has Skyla with him, so Rico, you're going to secure Skyla. Kristen, you disable any serious weapons Blowhole has, and I'll fight him and any Lobs that get in my way. Got it?" When they nodded, he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good."

They slinked their way to where the lab of the military was, eliminating the Lobs in their path. Dr. Blowhole's lab door soon came into view. Rico blasted it down with dynamite. They all got into battle positions (Kristen stumbling), but froze at the sight that met them.

Skyla. In Blowhole's arms. Laughing. Snuggling... WHAT?

"Oh, hello Skipper," Dr. Blowhole said with an evil grin.

"Skyla?" Skipper asked. He was confused and shocked, Kristen had her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Rico had denial and disbelief in his eyes.

"Yeah?" she asked, gazing lovingly at Blowhole.

"What... What's going on?" he shouted, his temper flying. "Get away from him!"

She giggled. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Uh, he's EVIL!"

"Oh, Skipper," Blowhole faked a pout, "I'm hurt."

"Drop dead!" Skipper snarled, and lunged for him.

*-KTKK-*

Kristen: Skipper's mad at me because I stopped it there, but too bad! Gotsa go! Byyyyyeeee!

Rico: Byyyyyeeee!

Oranges and smiles!

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