What a Rush

Ron used to hate heights. He used hated being in the air without some nice solid ground to plant his feet on. Most of all he used hated racing towards the ground like he was playing chicken with it. Keyword is USED too. Currently Ron was plummeting towards the ground having the time of his life with a board strapped to his foot. Training with Master Sensei had broken Ron of a few oh his fears. Now he got an adrenalin rush every time he did something even remotely out of his norm.

Ron sailed through the sky like he owned it doing various twists and tricks and he soared toward the ground. Flipping over and spinning in the air Ron was on a rush towards his next mission. Some illegal arms dealers were moving a shipment through a mountain pass in ( to be named state).
As per his job in GJ it was Ron's job to stop them and bring in their leader if they had one. Betty thinks that they may be part of a smuggling ring that's been going across the whole United States and they are some high grade weapons. Ron had busted up a few shipments himself. Betty was all into this conspiracy thing about a possible invasion blah blah blah.

Ron was a man of action not cloak and dagger things. He did the front work and left the espionage to the super spies. Ron was at about the right altitude to pop his parachute when bullets started whizzing past him.

"Night vision. Always god damn night vision." Ron grumbled as he twisted avoiding bullets as best he could. Even one of those could kill him seeing as he was racing into them. Luckily he best pal Rufus wasn't in his pocket. Ron had to practically force him to stay home with Monique. He didn't want the little guy getting hurt on his more dangerous missions. Ron's point proved itself when a bullet whizzed through his pants leg where he usually kept Rufus. Ron winced as it skimmed the outside of his thigh.

Ron managed to steer himself towards the cliff above the smuggling camp, and popped his parachute without it getting shot to pieces. It slowed him just enough for him to run along the top of the cliff taking his parachute off as he ran. Better get ready, a search party will be coming by soon. Ron put down his backpack and started unpacking his tools. He slipped his twin Beretta pistols into their holsters and pulled out his climbing gear. Smashing the spike into the ground he tied his rope through the hole and attached the rest to the retractor on his harness. Wade and Felix had built it so it would support his body weight it also stopped any kind of knot from forming in the rope as it passed through. Double-checking all of his equipment, Ron ran right towards the edge of the cliff above the camp and dived over it as he heard a truck coming up behind him. Free-falling into the darkness silent as the night Ron sped towards the camp.

One of the guardsmen around the camp walked right below Ron as he descended. Ron unclipped the rope when he was close and dropped right on top of the man smashing his body into the ground a thud in the darkness. Ron quickly dragged the man behind a tent as a precaution. Taking out a hunting knife he cut through the back of the tent. Ron paused with a gasp as it was the guard barracks and none of them were asleep. Six guards sat around a poker table gaping at Ron.

"Shit" Ron said as he dove forward over the poker table smashing the guard at the head of it in the face with his knee. The other guards sprang up reaching for their guns pulling them out quickly but each getting a throwing knife to their hand causing them to drop their guns. Ron threw down a smoke bomb and multiple thuds could be faintly heard as the guards hit the ground. Small traces of smoke billowed out of the tent as Ron peeked his head out of the front. As soon as he did multiple guns were aimed at him from all directions.

"Fuck." Ron said as he was pulled out of the tent with his hand up in the air. With twenty guns trained at him he was put in handcuffs and was lead to a tent on the outskirts of the camp nestled more into the mountain pass. One of the men kicked Ron in the back causing him to stumble into the tent.

"Well if it isn't the former sidekick." Ron looked up with knowing that voice anywhere.

"Mankey"