Emma's pov
I saw my son from the helicopter. My son. It had been so long since I'd been able to say that. I looked over at Agent Elina, her younger sister Agent Sammy, Major Monogram, Agent Perry, and Agent Peter. Then I looked at the one driving the chopper. "Sweetie, could you put us down right in the middle, by Ferb?" I asked her.
"Whatever Mom. I just don't see why I can't help." She said. I sighed.
"You know why." I told her. She rolled her eyes.
"just go save Ferb."
We free-fell down to the ground, but had a soft landing – on top of several goons. I twirled into an elaborate series of varied martial arts moves, clearing a path to Ferb and the girl he was with. Monogram helped me by taking out the men on the girl's side of the circle. Then I proceeded to smartly kick tush on all the men who were trying to attack my son. I could see Elina, Sammy, Perry, and Peter doing the same. As soon as I was done, I walked over to my son.
"Hello Ferb." I said. The girl poked Ferb in the arm.
"Do you know her?" she asked. I smiled and took off my hat I'd been wearing to keep my hair from flying all over the place. Ferb gasped.
"Mum!"
Monogram
"Hello young lady." I said to Isabella. She stared at me.
"you look familiar – do I know you from somewhere?" She asked. I smirked.
"Why yes you do. Isabella, when I was younger, I was a field agent. (this was about 10 years ago) I fell in love, but ended up having to leave my wife later on when I was relocated. My cover name was Marco Shapiro." Isabella gasped when that sank in. She jumped into my arms and held me around the neck, sobbing into my shoulder.
"Daddy!" She sobbed happily.
Phineas' pov
I was glad Isabella and Ferb could meet their long-lost parents. I was glad they could be happy. I decided I would slip away when they were occupied, and save them the trouble of letting me go. I hoped they would make the rest of their summer count, even when I wasn't there. I took a deep breath. Okay. Okay. Then I heard a shout, and the one voice I really didn't want in my last minutes of life. But it was the words that chilled me to the bone.
"Hand over the kid or Daddy's little girl gets it in the neck." Carter said. I opened my eyes with effort and saw Carter with his knife to Isabella's throat. His back was to me. His back was to me. I saw the fear in her eyes and felt an all-consuming fire build up within me. Nobody manhandles Isabella. Nobody. I felt all the molecules in my body – that were left – had the same idea. I pushed myself up with the last of my strength and lunged at Carter. I grabbed the exposed skin on his hand and neck and pulled with everything I had left. I pulled at his mind, his powers, his life force. And as I absorbed him into me, I felt a chilling realization.
This was what he wanted.
He wanted me to be a killer.
Like father like son.
But I couldn't let that happen. Even though it would kill me, I couldn't let him win. And I realized, that Carter's mental power wouldn't just let me control my powers, it would control me. Carter's power was all about control. He would control me. I stopped absorbing him. And I saw that not only wasn't I going to kill him, but I didn't want to either. Even though he had tried to kill me and my friends, even though he had almost destroyed my family, I still loved him. He was still my dad. I put most of him back. I only kept the excess control that would let me live. I felt Carter getting up. He kicked me in the chest and I jerked away, coughing up blood.
"you think I'll stop now that I know you won't kill anyone. But that's not everything I came for. I came for something else. Your power. I can use your power to control whatever I wish. Unfortunately, you will have to die." With that, men came out of every place you could think of. We hadn't won. We had walked into a trap. I sat up slowly. This wasn't over yet. Even though the control wasn't enough to help me control every aspect of my powers, I could now control more. I looked at Carter's awful smile.
"Let's do this right." I said.