A/N : I'm very sorry for the long update! Terribly sorry! I got a writer's block and my mood to write things down suddenly disappeared… But here you are, the 9th chapter!

Can Skipper defeat his nemesis instead of get killed in his hand?

Father's Love

Chapter 9 : The Last Gamble

Through the pain on his chest, Skipper tried to slow down his harsh breathing, didn't make any significant move. He thought for a moment.

"Thorn changed his right eye with the robotic one, just like Blowhole's.

But... well, he did the surgery very good and there's no mark from it.

That eye can detect all kind of movements in front of him, even bullets."

Skipper smiled. Yeah, that's why Blowhole didn't immediately shoot him when he wasn't moving. Blowhole had to make him move first. That eye could detect almost all kind of movements in front of him, including every movement behind a wall. But it can not see something that doesn't moving behind a wall! Skipper smiled in victory and got back to his feet slowly, using his last power. His chest was covered by blood.

"Let's continue this, mammal," said Skipper while taking a deep breath, holding his bleeding with his flipper.

"With pleasure," said Blowhole through the sound-system.

Skipper reached to the nearest computer slowly. Suddenly a door on his left opened. He took a glance at it quickly without moving a single muscle, and as he had expected, it was only another trap.

"Looks like you're a little bit more careful this time," said Blowhole. Skipper didn't react.

Another one opened behind him, and then around the right corner. Old memories suddenly got back to Skipper's mind, giving him a new spirit.

"Now, just follow your gut, Skipper," he whispered to himself.

"Please, take care of Private…"

This time, two or three doors behind him opened at the same time. He still didn't move and took a deep breath. He got back to the memories.

"No, Skippa! You're a good dad!"

More doors opened and then closed again. Skipper grinned. Blowhole's trying to disturb my instinct,

"You always make me proud of you,"

Every door in that room opened all together. Skipper quickly took a very big monitor beside him and threw it as hard as he could to the door right in front of him, while at the same time a gunshot echoed again in the room.

"The sound of their conversations is get closer!" said Kowalski. "Come on, faster!"

"Rico, give us some guns!" Private commanded. Rico coughed three MP5s and tossed them to his teammates while they're kept moving.

"Stop!" Kowalski ordered. Private and Rico stopped as Kowalski reached to a ventilation hole in front of them. "They must be here…"

"What are we waiting for? Come on!" Private yelled.

And that's when they heard a shot, right from below.

Skipper got another wave of unbearable pain as a bullet hit his chest. He felt himself pushed backward and fell down. Maybe he was dreaming right now, or maybe he was just imagining it; but everything happened in front of him looked moving in slow motion. He watched as the monitor hit Blowhole, thanks God it didn't missed. Blowhole was more focusing in giving the last shot and didn't realize any movement besides the ones from him. He could hear Kowalski's voice and Private's yelling. He smiled, and then the darkness surrounded him as his body hit the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N : I know this was short, but this is an important chapter. I guess the next one will be the final chapter. Guess what'll happen next. And please, review! Your reviews always give me insprirations and spirit.