Drake gasped as Stephen kneed him in the stomach, and then threw him. The floor scraped his already bloodied fingers, and realizing his gloves were now were more painful than protective, ripped them off. It stung immensely, and Drake could barely hold Ghost, it was so painful to make a fist. Getting up slowly, Drake focused long to see Stephen advance on him with one arm raised, and then strike downwards. His head gave way without any resistance, and he crumpled, sure he had some neck damage, for electric shocks stung throughout the muscle; he twitched uncontrollably. Stephen whistled. "Wow Drake, you've grown soft." Drake was too exhausted to comment, and Ghost suddenly flickered out.
Stephen kneeled and took off Drake's respirator. "What the hell is this? You have emphysema or something?" He laughed at his own joke and stood. "Finish him." he said to the Hunter-9s, which were all too eager to avenge the way Drake knocked them into furniture.
"Stephen..."Drake rasped. Stephen stopped. "What?"
"Go to hell." Quickly acting, Drake threw the battery pack at his brother, who caught it out of reflex.
"What the hell are you-" he got no further as Drake Force-Crunched the pack. A pulse at the speed of light quickly escaped and suddenly the whole thing glowed a dark blue, and then a shockwave rang out, forcing air to blow out in all directions. The machines were slammed into walls again while Drake had rolled in the position of a window. The air pressure weakened them substantially, and the residual shockwave energy was enough to send Drake through it.
Crash! Drake spiraled out of control, falling and falling down towards a waterfall. The roar of the voracious landmark was soothing to man who had only ever heard laughter or death, and as Drake disappeared inside its mist, he held his breath.
"Come on!" Alamo ordered, and he grabbed the Nova's arm, tugging it with all his might. It was caught by surprise, and didn't resist, which allowed him to get it inside of a building. Impossibly, the cannon noise seemed to be getting louder, and Alamo was forced to play his IPOD 9. "Fire Burning" started again, and Alamo switched it, now did not seem like a good time. So he played "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin. The Nova sat on the floor, still resigned they were going to die, but Alamo quickly took a stake from the back of his quadricep, and slammed it into the floor. A wire blasted out of it, and Alamo feverishly looked around. "Nova, give me your arm!"
The Nova seemed unresponsive, simply staring forward unseeingly. Alamo sighed angrily and grabbed the arm himself, opening a hatch to reveal a USB port. It would provide the power needed to power his shield generator. As he started to put the wire in however, the hatch suddenly shut, and the black visors of the Nova filled with an evil red energy.
"Self-Defense protocols active. Objective: Do not let Shadow use personal shield generator before Satellite Cannon strikes. Do at all costs..."
Alamo yelled, "I don't have time for this!" The machine quickly rose, and swiped at him. Alamo was faster however, and moved out the way, saying, "Oh shit oh shit!" as the Nova turned towards him menacingly, leaving three inch gorges in the wall with talons that just unsheathed.
"Oh crap oh crap." Alamo repeated, and grunted as the Nova grabbed him, and punted clean into the next room. He was certain a rib was broken, and something punctured as warm blood ran down his back. But he had to get his shield up. Taking an EMP grenade from the bottom of his boot, he tossed it right in front of the Nova, which had begun to walk to him. A high-pitch blast followed by a violent burst of electricity, and the Nova collapsed, temporarily disabled. Alamo was certain he could hear someone screaming in their, and he remembered that the life support systems were most certainly be offline. Taking his shotgun, he prepared to fire when he saw he only had shot left. A moment of hesitation gripped the Shadow, should he save his enemy, or keep the shot for the unexpected. The dust from the ceiling shaking jolted him into action. "Sit tight!" he yelled before planting his foot of the Nova's chest, and firing at it head. The slugs cut right through it before the overall force blasted it clean off the neck. The man sat, gasping for air as Alamo took out a laser knife and freed him.
The Nova said nothing, and Alamo therefore concentrated on what he had to do. The heat was becoming unbearable, the Satellite Cannon would soon strike, and if the shield wasn't up to cover the surrounding eight-hundred feet it protected, not even the cells survive the explosion. Slicing into the locked hatch, Alamo dropped his laser knife,( he didn't have time to put it back)jammed his cord into the port and looked back at the Shield Generator, waiting for the blue ray to shoot through the roof, and then dome the whole area.
But nothing would shoot out. "Come on God Damn it!" Alamo roared, turning to check the generator when a hand closed around his throat. He let out a strangled damn it as the headless Nova armor tightened its grip. It was tight, but his neck armor was halting it somewhat. Spying the man in the corner he rescued, Alamo said "Grab my knife!" It wasn't exactly that, but his pointing with his free hand was enough. The Nova looked at him, and then smiled, its eyes glowing red before it leapt out a window.
"Nooo!" Alamo choked, and turned back to deal with his assailant. The machine started to laugh, heaving up and down despite having no head.
"And the Mouse is caught by the cat..." a voice rang. Alamo screamed once more in anger and pain, before he began to black out. But he was certain that was the voice of Crislin Dunnovoocha.
"I'm...going to kill you." Alamo whispered, and all went completely dark.