"Okay, team." Michael instructed over the roar of the jets engine. Considering it was a Stealth Ops jet, that wasn't saying much.

The Stealth Ops jets were built for speed and stealth. The ion engines were silenced with using advanced sound dampening technology.

"Suit up, we are five minutes away from the drop point. As soon as we land we are going to meet up with two of the scouts of Vickstralia Resistance Branch. Their names are Molly and Dwight." Michael put on his jump pack and checked his weapons.

There was a click and Cassidy's voice came over the intercom. "Alright, guys, we're here." The side hatch of the stealth jet opened and Jenny looked down.

"I can't see the ground!" gasped Mark. "Radical!"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "You like it so much? You're first." She pushed him off the plane.

"Totally wicked!" Mark screamed.

"Next." Michael jumped out of the plane followed by Jenny. As soon as the team was together in the air, Michael gave the okay symbol and the four of them ignited their jump packs. The nozzles on the jump packs began to slow their fall.

"We're below the security grid, activate the darkchutes." The team pulled the chords hanging from their packs and black parachutes ejected. They floated to the ground with no notice.

"Where are we?" Mark asked.

Cassidy's voice came over their radio. "You're five miles from the nearest city."

"Where are the two agents that are supposed to meet us?" Mark asked.

"Approaching your position." Cassidy replied. "Call if you need anything,"

"Where are they?"

"Right here!" The team turned to see two fifteen year-olds jogging to their place. "Hey,"

Spoke a girl. She was wearing khaki shorts and a tank top. On her head was a black beanie that kept her hair in its place. Her raven hair was in a ponytail and her bangs were combed to hide her right eye. "I'm Molly. And that's Dwight."

Dwight was a pathetic looking teen. Carrot red hair and oversized glasses, he, like Molly, was dressed in khaki pants and a matching tank top. However, unlike Molly, Dwight was not muscular. To make up for that, he had a harpoon gun strapped to his back. Both carried two knives and had twin pistols strapped to their thighs.

"Nice to meet you two." Jenny shook Dwight's hand then reached for Molly's.

"Um, I have a strict 'no touching' policy." Molly pushed Jenny's hand away.

"Okay," Mark said, "Shall we get moving?"

The others nodded.


Many twists and turns later, the five freedom fighters stood below ground in a dome-shaped room. It was dark save for the blue light the map gave off. The map was projected on the ceiling via a smart projector.

"Okay, where's this thing located?" Michael asked.

Molly poked a point on the ceiling map with her finger. "There in the Strong District."

"Oh, of course it would be located in that area. Do you have an exact location?"

"Yes, we know who has it, just not were."

"Huh?"

Dwight explained. "It's being transported to a safeguard facility on New Zealand. We'll only have two hours to steal the battery."

"Wow, all this for a kid younger than me…" Molly sighed, "He must really be something."

Michael snorted, "You could say that. He thinks he has lived two lives and Shade believes him."

"Do you?"

"No, not really. He's a good fighter, but I believe he's just trying to get even more attention than normal."

Jenny shook her head. "I like this drama and all, but I came here to shoot people, not to play psychologist!" she fiddled with the trigger of her sniper rifle.

Dwight shook his head. "They just don't make ten year-olds like they used to."

"Let's go." Mark sighed.


Molly raised the manhole cover. "There is the caravan." She pointed to a group of trucks being protected by tanks.

"Well, then let's get the party started!" Mark readied his blaster and jumped out only to be pulled in again by Molly.

"Hey, what wrong with you? You just blow in from Stupidtown?" she berated him. "The armor protecting those trucks would rip us to shreds!"

"Don't worry, girl." Michael placed a hand on Molly's shoulder. "Mark is an expert sneaker and demolitions expert. He'll have those tanks out in no time."

He was right. Mark jumped from the manhole and dashed to the nearest tank. In minutes he had explosive wire wrapped around every tank.

"How do they not see him?" Dwight asked

"We don't know why no one sees him, but it works for us."

Mark came back. "It's done." His hand rested on the plunger.

A couple minutes passed and everyone turned to Mark.

"Well?" Jenny asked.

"Wait for it…" Mark muttered.

"Hey!" there was a voice by the tanks. The team looked back to see that the Dark Soldiers had found the detonation pack.

"Hehehe, NOW!" Mark pushed the plunger and every tank went up in a fiery explosion.

"See, I told you." Michael said, his hand still resting on Molly's shoulder.

Molly gave Michael an evil look, "Touching." She warned.

"Sorry," he removed his hand from her shoulder.

Dwight lobbed a smoke grenade from where they were hidden. As soon as the gray smoke filled the area, the strike team jumped out of their hiding spot and made a dash for the main trucks.

"We are here." Jenny withdrew a laser knife and cut through the lock. She opened the door. "Go!"

Michael climbed into the truck and searched each crate for the needed battery.

"Hurry up!" hissed Molly.

"I got it" But it was too late the truck's engine started and a laser field closed the trucks back off preventing Michael from escaping. "No!" He tried to push himself through the field, but with every touch, a jolt of energy coursed through his veins to his heart. Eventually, he only managed to get the battery through the field.

"Well, we got the battery." Jenny sighed. "We should go."

"Nu-uh." Molly objected. "You're not leaving till Michael's back."

"Why?"

"I've never lost a man or woman and I'm not about to start now!" She turned to Dwight. "Is there any way to trace him?"

Dwight nodded and handed her a GPS device. "It's locked on to his Bio Signature."

"'Bio Signature'?" Mark asked.

"It's the actual life force of a person and much more reliable than Ion Sigs," Molly explained. "Call up your pilot. We're going to the Towers."


Trixie and Tim walked down the hallway to the medical room Gary was being held. The door hissed open and they saw Veronika talking to a nurse by Gary's bedside. Veronika noticed Tim and Trixie and smiled. "Hey, guys." The thirteen year-old nurse walked over to her friends. "Tim, I didn't know you had a brother."

"Neither did I" he muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. How is he?"

Veronika's smile returned. "He'll pull through. The worst damage is actually his mind. Breaking away from Victoria's iron-fisted rule and regaining his individuality really put a stress on his mind."

"Good."

"Have you two seen the new recruit?" she asked them. "He is an Exile named Elmer."

"Elmer? That's a weird name." Trixie replied. "Where is he?"

"He's down at the armory. Remy is giving him a tour. That's weird considering he was given the tour just hours ago."

Trixie sighed. "Let's go, Tim. Better make sure he doesn't break anything."

"…and that is why it's called the Striker Z." Remy finished telling Elmer the story behind the most fabled attack vehicle in Shade's Resistance history.

"That actually isn't why it's called the Striker Z," The two boys turned and Trixie continued. "It was called Striker Z because it was made by Striker and was the twenty-sixth one made."

Remy coughed. "Ahem, well, yes. And over here is-"

"Oh, can it Remy." Tim interrupted the tour. "You only got the tour this morning." Then he turned to the other kid. "You must be Elmer."

"Yes I am!" The kid had a nasally voce and a boil on his right cheek. He was wearing a tattered sweater vest and dirty green dress pants. He must've been no more than ten.

"What did you do to be Exiled?" Tim asked.

"I named my boil Bob," the kid blushed. "The officers said it made me different." He put his glasses on his face then sighed. "I'm always different and weird."

Tim put a comforting hand on Elmer's back. "Hey, I'm considered weirder than you, believe me."

"'Considered'?" asked Trixie, "Heck, you believe you lived two lives."

Elmer gave Tim a blank stare. "That's weird."

Tim turned to Trixie, "Thanks. Thanks a lot."

"Anytime." She smiled sweetly.


Jenny was stationed, crouched, on the side of the Tower. The Tower was the main building on Vickstralia. The best of the best Dark Soldiers were stationed there. It had maximum security compared to other facilities stationed on Vickstralia…until now.

"Okay, pal." Jenny whispered into her radio, "Where do you want it?" She had her beloved sniper rifle level with her eye and on maximum zoom.

Mark's voice came over the radio. "A dead shot. Make it clean."

"Aw really?" Jenny groaned as she flicked a switch and the barrel on the front traded places with the barrel beneath it. "Because I really love the way they scream and yell when my love's bullets enter their legs."

"We don't want any attention!" Mark hissed.

"Fine" She aimed for the nearest soldier and fired when the other guards were gone. The beam cleanly decapitated the guard and he fell from his perch on the ledge of the Tower. "He's down. I'll stay here and give you cover."

Molly led the strike team to the doors of the large facility. "Okay. According to this device, Michael's being contained in the cell two stories above us."

Dwight equipped the harpoon gun and fired it to a window. "Climb." He instructed. They did. First up was Molly, then Mark, then Dwight last. Meeting them at the window were two guards and a Dark Soldier, rifles primes and ready for action. Before either side could do anything, four bursts of light entered the building. The three guards collapsed, burn marks in the dead center of their chests, and the fourth sniper shot ripped the lock from the door.

"Thanks, Jenny," Mark radioed.

"Yeah, yeah. I just did it for fun." She joked. "If I had more ammo, there wouldn't be one soldier left alive outside!"

"Ha ha," Molly sarcastically laughed.

The team made their way down the hall. "Door on the right." Molly picked the lock and Mark rushed inside.

"He's in a stasis tube." He reported. "I can't break him out. Might damage his mind."

"I got it." Dwight placed a small EMP charge on the control panel. He pressed the button and a pulse was released through the machine.

"Ugh." Michael dropped from the tube and into Molly's waiting arms.

"You okay, kid?" She asked the eleven year-old.

Michael chuckled.

"What?"

"Touching." He joked in a barely audible voice.

Molly blushed and was tempted to drop him out of natural instinct, but decided against it. "For you, there's an exception." She carried him to the door. "Got 'im"

"Good." Mark radioed Cassidy to meet them at the field Jenny was stationed. "Let's see how she's doing." Mark said.

The young fighters looked outside and saw Dark Soldier bodies lining the floor. "She's really good." Dwight mentioned. "They were so busy trying to find her, they didn't care about us!"

"Or didn't know." Michael breathed.

"There's the ship, go." Molly transferred Michael to Mark.

"What about you?" Mark asked. "You can't stay here, they'll kill you."

"If they can catch us." Two motorbikes emerged from the field and Dwight and Molly mounted. "Go on!" she shouted "We'll keep in touch!" Then they were gone.

Alarms blared in the Tower and lasers began flying in every direction.

"Move, move, move, move!" Mike met up with Jenny and pushed the ten year-old sniper into Cassidy's ship.

"What is with all the bodes?" Mark asked.

Jenny blushed. "Itchy trigger finger." She stroked her gun like it was her husband. "And he was lonely and bored."

"Hard to believe you are only ten..." Mark muttered to himself

"Strap in," Cassidy called out, "I'm takin' off before they get their fighters off the ground.

"Why?" Jenny asked disgusted. "We can take them."

"We're in a jet that is built for speed and stealth and not dog fighting."

"So?"

"Boy, you really are thirty-one flavors of dumb aren't you?" Mark asked. He flicked Jenny behind the ear.

"Hey!" she made a futile attempt to swat Mark's face, but missed and ended up hitting Michael's frail form. "Ouch," he said weakly, "Stop it…I'm sleepy."

Cassidy shook his head then had the computer shut the cockpit door. "This is why I'm the pilot." He sighed


A/N: Cool, fourth done. The update time my be slow, but I hope they are long enough. This chapter is 9 pages. Please read and review. This was solely about the strike team and the battery. Molly and Dwight were characters from the new FOP episode Wishing Well, the one where he is put in that place to stop wishing. Yes I did scramble the agfes of the characters