Mouse fired off his grenade launcher, the tiny orb arching through the desert air. The soldiers behind the wall scattered, and the two foot diameter explosions propelled debris twelve feet into the sky before crashing back down, blackened. The others were in various areas, sniping, laying down fire, or escorting trapped people out to the medic area the Shadows had established. Once Aresole had fired his shot, and taken down the enemy general, the men fired at random, some shooting each other in hopes of hitting Aresole. Not one bullet came within twenty yards of him, and Aresole quickly fired two more rounds before the men triangulated to him. But a smokescreen was deployed in that instant, and Aresole switched on his PulseScope.
"We have three men in the center, I'm taking them." He marked them with his red scanner, so any other person looking through their eyes-scopes will know that man is targeted, and can move on to other potential threats. The three troops Aresole marked were killed, and Mouse slid to his belly before pulling the trigger of his grenade launcher. The air was criss-crossed with bullets and smoke, which looked like black wind in the desert sun. Alamo came up behind a man and snapped his neck while Drizzle launched her arrows from her bow. Shadow 3 was down by the village, helping the refugees move away, and be tended too. Mouse came up from his prone position and started with his submachine gun, taking out scores while bullets struck him, and bounced off. He yelled and shrieked, shooting and shooting while keeping a close eye on his energy shield. It was at 6%, he could take only three more bullets before he had to rely on body armor, which while effective, would cause him to hurt a lot.
Alamo fired his Quad-Shotgun, taking down five men (a bullet went through one and hit another). The six in the group ran away, trying to reach into the microphone he couldn't quite grab. "No way in hell you're escaping me..."Alamo thought as he gave chase. Through thongs of abandoned stalls and wheelbarrows he hunted, always keeping the African(not to be racist) within sight of him. The man dropped his pistol as he turned to fire, and Alamo gained greatly before the man got off to full speed. For about a mile they ran, until it was apparent Alamo would catch his prey, and so the African busted down a door and threw his knife at the door, sure Alamo, with being so close behind him, would run into it. Only Alamo veered off, and threw himself through the open window on the African soldier's left. He gasped and started up the stairs, finally getting a grip on his walkie-talkie, but failing to bring it to his mouth as Alamo grabbed his foot and pulled. With a sharp kick to Alamo's face, he freed himself, and started further up the stairs. Alamo, momentarily stunned, but not injured clocked his gun. He wasn't going to play anymore. Up the stairs he started again, rolling into the room while the African swung high, anticipating Alamo to run in after him. Getting up before his prey could turn around, Alamo fired his gun, and the wall exploded with parts of it intermingled into what use to be a living man. He sighed from his exhilarating chase, and then remembered how far he was from the frontline.

Once on the roof, he took a quick look the scene, and frowned. Tanks of Red and gold painting moved in from the left, but what caught Alamo off-guard was that the Shadows didn't use tanks. No sooner did he take a guess of whose they were before he heard Aresole call, "All units all units! Enemy reinforcements! It's Alcatri's men!" Alamo closed his eyes in a quick prayer, Alcatri was DragonDen's competitor, and was in some ways better than the Shadows, when their assault team, the Novas, came to play. He put on his Eyescope, and threw himself off a roof just as a tank blew the area he was just standing on to rubble. Alamo, enshroudded in it, crashed into the sand. Quickly ignoring his bleeding leg, he rose and crawled in through an abandoned window. It gave way with a weak crash, which was drowned out by the cannon fire. Clocking his shotgun, and kicked out the door and threw a grenade.

Cranium's hand touched the finger-print scan of Mr. Dunnovoocha's gate. It did a quick pulse, made a tiny beep, and then released him from it proton grip. If he were an unregistered person, the machine would bind him there until one of the Thunders, Crislin's own personal guard, which exterminate his threats, came to investigate. Cranium waited for a minute, and then his patience began to wear thin. Where was Dunnovoocha? He began to wonder if anything wrong had occurred, but the Thunders weren't exactly mall cops, they often trained the Shadows, and bested them. Five minutes later, and Cranium knew something was wrong. The house now looked too quiet, too devoid of life. Pulling out and making a wide spin, Cranium headed for the road just as his heart stopped. It was so sudden that he didn't even yell, just die as an influx of protons created a strong nuclear force inside his heart, and stopped it. The car swerved out of control, and twisted into a thicket of 300 year old pines. The crash that resulted didn't even move them. And on the floor of his own living room, Crislin Dunnovoocha smiled, and sipped his ice-tea.

The shock from the bullet knocked Drake down, and Big Daddy's daughter advanced, an evil smile playing on her face. Drake's relief quickly turned into confusion, which vaporized into anger. Screw if she was Big Daddy's daughter, she was not his girl anymore. As soon as she got within the distance she wanted so she could shoot him in the head, he rolled to his right and pushed up with his hands. Anatricla fired and missed twice as Drake moved faster than she could interpret. However, she was a smart girl, and what she couldn't interpret, she ran from. Drake drew his lightsaber and turned it on as she reached her wall 20 feet from Drake and hit an alarm. She put on her earplugs just as a sonic pulse immobilized Drake, making him scream in pain. Blood ran from his facial orifices as he writhed on the cotton floor in pure agony, and two guards entered the room with shock batons. They attacked with the sizzling electrical ends, and Drake passed out as the men withdrew. Anatricla stepped forward. "Take him to my father.
Buidundilo."

Big Daddy tore through the halls, blasting out his new perception as he looked for Drake. He causally had been walking through the halls, asking the occasion English-speaking guard where he might find the restroom. And then he continued on his way. Until the alarm sounded, and he knew either Drake had been caught, or the bodies had been found. He was hoping it was option B, but what he hoped for never was the fact, so he ran for Drake, one hand on the hilt of Ravage. Hallway, corridor, passage, walking space, he ran through several, until he came upon a room with several people in it. And one of them was Drake. Sliding up to the wall, he listened to Drake's screams, and then the electric bite of what could only be a Shock-Baton. He took in a deep breath, taking in all his surroundings. Soldiers from all over were on their way, the alarm for this room incongruous from all the others. Then he heard, "Take him to my father." But that made no sense, how would Anatricla know he was there? And why was she there?! And then he heard the rest of the sentence.
"Buidundilo." He was confused, why did she say Buidundilo was her father? He was absolutely sure she was his daughter, but he pushed away his befuddlement, Drake needed him, and he would be damned if- A strike to the back of the head, and Big Daddy fell forward, unconscious.
Anatricla turned, and smiled. She knew saying those words would throw off BD, even if they were true. And Arswatt was the one person who could sneak up on anybody…He turned the corner and spat on Big Daddy before kneeling and taking his lightsaber. "Damn, I've always wanted one of these." He pocketed it and rose as Anatricla reloaded her gun. "Good work you idiot." She complimented, and Arswatt smiled. "Well, the guy's footfalls are quite heavy." Anatricla snickered before turning the guards. "Bring them to Buidundilo, but watch for Drake, he moves faster than is the norm."
She turned back to Arswatt with a smirk as the two were dragged from the room. "Have you notified Dunnovoocha that this is done?"
It was now Arswatt's turn to smile as they left after the guards. "It's Dunnovoocha. The man knows everything."
Ignition scowled as his phone once again failed to reach Cranium. I mean, the man was the most well-connected soul in the world, save maybe Dunnovoocha and Alcatri. His phone should be at least ringing, not emitting a dead signal.
Dead signal... Ignition looked around command fiercely, his expression of panic uncharacteristic with himself, and making everyone else panic too. "What wrong sir?" A satellite monitor asked him.
"What are the codes for Cranium's phone?" He yelled, pulling out his phone. A woman named Atom started to reply, "Why do you-
"Goddamnit woman just give me the bloody codes!" He interjected, looking back down at his phone immediately. Atom flinched, but quickly returned with a, "2-Delta9-6-77-Alpha7- Quanta3- XMinor 7 to the Negative 3, all over zero." Ignition did the math in his head, and his phone let out a banshee wail that forced everyone to yell in pain and cover their ears. It stopped after a few moments, but the message was clear.
"Cranium's dead. Evacuate!" Ignition ordered. The room transformed into a flurry of intense typing as computers crashed, data disappeared into their unhackable data well, and monitors exploded to destroy all their electron memory. Those who finished early ran out the room and into a hallway, while Ignition barked to the Shadows, "All Units All Units. The base is compromised; Cranium is dead. Get out of there, and go Midnight! Repeat Go midnight!" He clicked the earpiece off and ran after the others. The building to self-destruct in a mere three minutes. Running to his room, he grabbed his Alpha100 Pistol, and a few pieces of paper work that would allow him to hide from most of his enemies.
Two minutes...
Ignition raced out to the garage, which was empty, meaning everyone had the evacuation procedure down to the last syllable. Looking back at the building as he started his car, a Gold Gallarado, Ignition looked back at the DragonDen.
"Whoever killed you Cranium, will pay very dearly for this..." And he drove away as the Dragon exhaled its final flame in a blemish of fire and light.

-Hope you liked. Gonna be doing overtime for all my stories over Thanksgiving. Thanks to all, I love you guys and girls...-LLL