The GJ hover transport set down in front of the Possible palace and Abby ran into the house. Ron sat waiting but the Raider stood and watched. Within but a few minutes Abby emerged having shed her civilian clothes for more active mission wear. She wore thigh boots, black pants, a dark crème colored blouse and a black leather jacket. She carried a large leather bag and a black metal case under her arms as she headed back to the transport. The Raider offered her a hand up but she ignored it and jumped up on her own power.
When Abby was back on board, Ron gave the pilot the go signal and they quickly took off and sped away from Middleton.
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Shego sat in the hospital chair with Nicholas resting his head on her shoulder as he lay in the crook of her arm. Kim lay in the hospital bed with Emily lying on one side of her and Zoe on the other. When Shego had learned that they were at the hospital and Abby had went with Ron she called the girl's school and told them they would be staying with them today. She had called the high school and arranged for her classes to be covered because she was not leaving Kim and the kids today. Gracie had elected to go on to school but said she would return this afternoon with her grandfather.
Shego watched as Kim lightly stroked the girl's hair as they lay sleeping next to her.
"Are you feeling better" asked Shego quietly so as not to disturb the children?
"Yes I am. It's just that I have this strange feeling".
"What do you mean?"
"Well, did the Raider come and see me last night?"
"No, I wouldn't have let him back to see you".
"Then I guess I had the strangest dream".
"What did you dream about and was she pretty and green", Shego smiled mischievously.
"It wasn't that kind of dream. I dreamt the Raider visited me".
"Really instead of someone pretty and green you dreamt of the Raider", said Shego as she emphasized her distaste with her pronunciation of his name.
"It was different this time. He was different. He talked to me as a person and not an enemy or competitor. It was like he was looking for something because he was vulnerable and unsure".
"I think Gracie is getting to you. She wants to think he's different so you want to think he's different. Whatever the big blue idiot is doing the Raider is neck-deep in it. I don't care what agreement Betty made with him it's only a matter of time before he shows his true colors".
"You're probably right", Kim had to agree but something kept her from abandoning all hope for the Raider.
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As the GJ transport sped toward Arizona, Ron and Abby prepared their gear. Since Shego wasn't with them and Ron didn't want to rely entirely on the Raider he pulled out his S&W 460V revolver. He also pulled out his fletchet stunning rifle and a plethora of smoke and flash bombs. Abby clean and cleared both of her 45s and then loaded and placed them in her back holsters. Her long knife was at her hip and she placed a throwing knife in each boot.
"You're different from the others in Team Possible", said the Raider.
"How so?" asked Abby.
"You're more direct, more professional, more like a soldier".
"I haven't Kim's preternatural skills, Shego's raw power, or Ron's mystic mayhem to sustain me". Ron saluted Abby on that comment. "I rely on my training and professionalism".
"I can respect that".
"I've seen footage of you and for what it's worth you generally are also professional".
"Generally", voiced the Raider with unhidden disdain.
"Well first, you tend to work with unreliable people to bad endings. Second, you've relied too heavily on help from teenage girls. Third, you rely too much on tech and finally you're off-center in your fighting".
"I use the tools I have access too. I have read about and watched you also Ms. Normal and you have relied on teenage girls in the past as well. Finally, I am not off-center in my fighting".
"All right I will show you". Abby stood up and moved to the middle of the transport raised her arms and took a fighting stance. The Raider looked to Ron who only shrugged his shoulders as if to say you're on your own. He then stood and stretched his back.
"Should I remove my armor?"
"It won't make any difference. Ron count off the points as they are scored. I say best of eleven, how's that?"
"Acceptable" and the Raider entered his own fighting stance.
The space within the transport was limited but Abby and the Raider circled a few times before she took the initiative and attacked. They became a dancing pair entwined in a dance as beautiful as it was deadly. As Ron watched he couldn't help but be impressed with both. Abby was lightning fast and sure of footing. The Raider was faster than one would think in his light armor and stronger than anyone would give him credit for. After a few initial feints and strike's he could see what Abby was talking about. The Raider had no one combat style but many and seemed to blend several different forms together. However, all the forms had one thing in common, they were all lethal. Abby blocked and spun throwing the Raider's aim off time and time again.
"That is eleven", said Ron. "Eight points for Abby and three for the Raider".
Both Abby and the Raider stopped and separated. Abby was winded and rubbing her shoulder from a strike she received. The Raider bent forward trying to catch air from the many chest blows he received.
"Almost three to one", said Abby.
"My compliments Ms. Normal".
"Abby. Please call me Abby. Ms. Normal sounds like a school teacher".
"You honor me with your name".
"That's great but did you see how you were fighting away from your center?"
"I did", said Ron.
"Your problem is your fighting style. You're fighting non-lethally but using lethal fighting techniques. So you're pulling your punches, your kicks, and moving your aim at the last second. So you are resisting your own nature. Most opponents probably can't exploit that because your strength, speed, and weapons compensate. But against someone skilled enough to exploit it you're going to lose".
"Would you prefer that I kill?"
"I would prefer that if you're going to work with us you adapt and learn".
"I see the wisdom of your argument. Could I call upon your expertise in this matter?"
"GJ has several competent trainers for you to work with. I'm not paid to be your nanny".
"Oh, snap!" said Ron.
The Raider seemed to deflate with disappoint at her answer. Ron observed this and tilted his head in contemplation. The Raider seemed to notice his appraisal.
"What?"
"Nothing", Ron lied.
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A large black SUV sat outside the Middleton High School. Two men in nondescript clothing and sunglasses watched the school.
"Forward observation post one reporting target is on site at school. No unusual activity and no apparent presence of guardians or GJ personnel. Will provide update at next scheduled interval".
"What are we doing here?"
"We are observing the girl and looking for a book or something called the Journal".
"She is at a school for Christ's sake. She carries around books all day long. How do we know which one is this damned Journal?"
"We don't. All we have orders to do is watch and observe. Until that changes we sit here and collect our money".
"When do you think the old man will make his move?"
"Soon".
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They arrived at the military base in Arizona around midday. In this part of southern Arizona even in January the temperature was almost seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit. As the transport set down at a small landing area they immediately saw the base was closed off by U.S. military personnel. Ron led the way out of the transport with the Raider and Abby following.
They were standing just outside the main entrance to the base. There was a stage and viewing area set up just beyond the entrance. Several sets of bleachers and chairs were set up for a talk or demonstration. There were also over a hundred military personnel and important civilian guests on site apparently waiting for whatever demonstration was going to take place.
Abby immediately saw a four person GJ motor cycle team standing at the entrance to the military base. She also recognized the team leader.
"Special Agent Tamara Fielding looking good", said Abby as she advanced with her hand out to the tall African-American woman in a standard GJ mission tactical outfit.
"Is that you Normal? I thought you were a babysitter now", said Tamara as she took Abby's and smiled wickedly.
"That's right and her are my two babies", she said using her off-hand to indicate Ron and the Raider.
"Wah", said Ron as also stepped up and took Tamara's hand.
"Don't worry Mr. Stoppable I know who you are". Tamara's gaze now traveled to the Raider. "I also know who that is. How did you two get saddled with that? Doctor Director mad at you or something?"
"Or something. I don't mean to be impatient but give me a sit rep. I was told there was some kind of robbery attempt on base".
"Well the situation is the U.S. military is being extremely uncooperative. I have two teams on site. Mine is here and another on the other side of the base. So far they haven't let us on the base much less see the site of the break in".
"What was broken into?" asked Abby.
Tamara indicated a building just beyond the stage setup. The building looked temporary and was large enough to hold a large plane.
"That building is where this new advanced armored personnel carrier is being housed. That what's being demonstrated today. It is supposed to be faster, more heavily armored, and modular with a wide array of potential weapon mounts. However, since the whole thing is classified they haven't wanted us on site until after today's demonstration".
"How did we hear about the break-in in the first place then?" asked Abby.
"Apparently some Military police patrol wandered in to someone attempting to gain access to the APC. The intruders got away but cut themselves on a piece of the APC. When the military sent the blood for analysis it triggered a red flag because it bore similarity to Drakken. Sort of like it was someone related to Drakken?"
"Wait a minute. This is a demonstration of a new faster APC and the only clue to the break–in involves a close relative of Drakken", said Ron.
"Essentially, yes".
"When is this demonstration due to take place?"
"To my knowledge any minute now".
"We have to stop it. If my guess is right I know who we're dealing with and he is a mechanical genius who could have gained access to this thing", said Ron. They all suddenly heard an explosion that sounded like it came from the building behind the stage area.
"Too late", said the Raider.
The entrance doors to the building they had looked at exploded outwards. An eight wheeled vehicle which looked like a modified BTR-4 Armored Personnel Carrier rolled out and crashed through the stage area. The APC was over thirty feet long with heavily armored fenders defending the wheels and a rotary machine gun turret on its back. The forward driving area was covered in armored glass with an open sun roof like top. Red and blue flames were painted along the length of the vehicle and an outrageous loudspeaker was blaring 1970s rock music.
"Yeah, it's Motor Ed", said Ron.
"Gangway all. The forces of the man will now bow before the righteous might of rock and role, seriously", came the voice of Motor Ed over the loudspeakers.
Military and civilian personnel alike screamed and ran in all directions. The APC after smashing through the stage ran into the assembled viewing area and began doing doughnuts taking out the dozens of chairs set up before the stage.
Through the front of the APC they could all see the middle-aged Motor Ed at the controls of the APC as it crashed through the viewing stands just seconds after the people had got clear of them. In addition to Ed, there were also two very scantily clad women in the front seat of the APC with him. The APC then turned and sped towards the entrance.
"Get these people clear", yelled Tamara as her team began clearing all the personnel away from the entrance to the base.
Abby pulled forth one of her 45s and drew down fire on the oncoming APC. She fired round after round into the forward armored glass of the APC. The vehicle blew through the gate house and Ron tackled Abby out the way just as the APC sped by. The APC spun away crushing three of the Ducati motor speed bikes the GJ teams were using.
Half a dozen military Humvees chased after the APC as it turned from the entry road onto the public roadway.
"Ron get back to the transport and get us some eyes in the air", said Abby.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ron.
"Find some way stop that thing".
Just as Ron ran to the transport the Raider pulled up to Abby riding the fourth Ducati motor bike. "Need a ride".
"We can't stop that thing with that".
"We can't stop that thing with a tank but we can catch it with this".
"Good I'll drive", said Abby as she made to get in front of the Raider. He didn't move.
"Like Hell you will", laughed the Raider.
Abby pulled a 45 and had it pressed to the temple of the Raider just as she felt a knife stretched across her throat. The Raider pressed the knife to her throat as Abby cocked her gun.
Damn she's fast, thought the Raider.
Damn he's fast, thought Abby.
"Nothing will be served by the two of us killing each other today", said the Raider.
"Fine, but when this is over we will finish this conversation". Abby climbed on the back of the bike and moved the Raider's sword so it wasn't in her face.
"Looking forward to it".
"Wait that's my bike!" shouted Tamara from where she was helping her team.
"Just borrowing it for Abby and mine's first date", said the Raider as he popped the clutch and the bike speed off.
"What the fuck. This is not a date you ignorant bastard. I'm involved with someone". Abby had to grab hold of the Raider tightly to hang on as the bike gained speed and turned on the public roadway in pursuit.
"I am not a bastard my parents are married".
"You know what I mean".
"Yes I do. Brendan Seamus O'Sullivan goes by the name of Seamus. Irish native, former SAS member, possible former member of IRA, part-time writer, and now agent of GJ did I miss anything?"
"How do you know so much about him?"
"You are an important member of the Possible family I have done extensive research on you and everyone connected to you".
"Our relationship is none of your business".
"I don't think it's anyone's business. It's been going on for almost eleven years with little change. I've known glaciers that move faster".
They began to catch up to the chase ahead of them. Motor Ed was driving down the middle of the road and either crushing, wrecking, or knocking off the road anything in his way. Two military helicopters passed over head in pursuit as well. The Raider began having to dodge wrecks and people crawling from them as they closed on Motor Ed.
"We both have responsibilities", said Abby.
"As everyone else in this world does but they seem to get along faster than that".
"It's complicated and why are you so interested?"
"If you know anything about me then you know I'm all about efficiency and it seems like a waste of a beautiful woman".
Abby used her right hand to thump the Raider upside his masked head. "We are not having this conversation now. Just catch that damned thing".
"Hey guys are you reading me?" sounded Ron's voice over Abby's earpiece.
"I read you Ron what can you see?"
"It's not good. Ed is crushing everything in his path and the map says there is a town about ten miles down the road".
"We have to stop him before he gets there. Our transport isn't carrying any armaments that will stop that thing but stay on station and we'll see what we can do down on our end", said Abby. "Can you get us close enough for me to get on that damned thing?"
"Can you jump?"
"Yes".
"Then I can get us close enough".
The two military helicopters began closing on Motor Ed and the turret mounted on the back of the APC swiveled around and began to fire on them. First one then the second helicopter was struck with repeated high velocity armor-piercing rounds. Each quickly spun and lost control crashing to the ground as the chase left them far behind.
"Ron keep that transport away from that thing until we have neutralized its anti-air defense", ordered Abby.
As the Raider closed he weaved through the Humvees as one of them finally got in front of the APC. From the passenger's side of the APC a woman wearing little more than a string bikini stood up carrying a Rocket Propelled Grenade (RPG) and fired it at the offending Humvee. The rocket struck the rear of the vehicle and it exploded spinning out of control. The APC crashed into the ruined vehicle and sent it flying off to the side where it crashed into a second Humvee causing it to flip over.
"Chicas with guns. You have to love that dude, seriously", came Motor Ed's voice over the loudspeaker.
Another Humvee moved up alongside the APC and one of the soldiers inside began spraying the front drivers section with fire from his assault rifle. The APC made a rapid move to the side and smashed into the Humvee. The APC crawled up along the side of the vehicle and finally crushed it with its weight.
Seeing the demise of its counterpart another Humvee circled wide around the other side of the APC. However, that made it open to the turret on top. It swung around and began peppering the side of the Humvee with fire. The Humvee's side exploded and it flipped over in flames.
The last two Humvees seemed to have learned and held back simply following the APC.
The Raider had to dodge and weave amongst pieces of debris from military and civilian vehicles alike. It seemed Ed was purposely hitting everything around him either out of fun or spite. It appeared they were small enough that the turret never swiveled in their direction. Finally he managed to close on the rear of the APC.
Abby rose up on the rear of the bike and got her legs under her. "Closer you idiot!" she yelled.
"Any closer and we will be under the damned thing", shouted back the Raider.
Abby waited a second more and then jumped. Either by bad luck or bad fortune Ed chose that moment to jog away from their bike. Abby was only barely able to grab the side of the APC. She dangled dangerously above the fender with her feet just outside the huge tires. It was then that she was lifted up by her backside and she crawled on the top of the APC.
"Hey watch where you're grabbing", she yelled. From the front of the APC both of the women raised their heads and saw her. The Raider merely appeared to glare at her in disapproval through his mask.
"Oh, shut up". Damn it, I'm acting like a teenager thought Abby. The Raider accelerated and moved ahead of the APC.
The turret swiveled in Abby's direction but before it could fire she jammed her big knife into its rotary assembly. The mechanism screamed in protest but it was unable to move any further. The two bikini clad women, one blonde and one brunette, climbed up through the roof and pulled handguns spraying the turret with round after round. Abby was protected by the turret but she was pinned down by the pair and couldn't get clear to shoot back.
The Raider moved in front of the APC and hurled back a knife that stuck in the armor just below the front windshield. It detonated a second later and the explosion cracked the armored glass but didn't break it.
"Uncool dude, this is a fresh paint job, seriously", complained Ed over the loudspeaker.
The explosion shook the APC and both of Ed's women were momentarily staggered. That was all the opening Abby needed. She leapt from behind the turret and kicked the brunette in the chest. The girl went flying from the APC to crash and role in the sand and dirt next to the roadway. The blonde steadied but before she could bring her gun to bear; Abby grabbed her wrist and twisted the gun from her hand. The girl recovered though and broke Abby's grip. As the APC sped below them both women punched and kicked each other seeking to knock the other off as the girl before.
"Whoa, girl fight. I mean you gotta love that, seriously", said Ed as he watched the fight in his mirrors.
This girl was no amateur thought Abby as she had to work hard to get through the bimbo's defenses. Abby was sure she had her when the girl dropped suddenly and swept the feet from under her and she fell smacking her head on the turret. The blow shook her for only a second but it was enough for the blonde to retrieve her gun and point it at Abby. Just then blonde was struck in the chest by a stun rifle. She pitched backwards and fell from the APC.
Abby looked up and saw Ron leaning out of the transport as it sped by the APC. She gave him a thumbs up and he saluted her. Abby now advanced on the driver and her eyes caught Ed's in the mirror. Before she closed the distance Ed raised up a strange pistol and fired it over his shoulder toward Abby. She tried to dodge but the gun fired a net that expanded and wrapped around covering her from shoulder to feet. The net was attached by a line to the gun and it reeled her in until she fell into the APC's front seat next to Ed.
Abby saw through the cracked windshield that they were approaching a hard curve before a deep crevasse. Ed had to turn sharply and barely managed to make the turn wrecking the guard rail. Just to the other side of the curve was a country western looking bar with a sign reading Jeds.
"Hey I know you. You're that girl working for Green and Red. I understand they hooked and got busy. Damn shame if you ask me but if they prefer taco to sausage who am I to complain, seriously".
"Motor Ed in the name of GJ I demand that you halt this vehicle and surrender yourself before anyone else, especially you, gets hurt".
"No can do sweet thing, seriously. Can't have you spoiling the ride so I guess you'll have to be my new riding babe". ED reached down and picked up a cylindrical device with a small scanner attached to it. He pointed it at Abby and it seemed to scan her. Then Ed pressed a control and an orange beam shot forth and Abby's clothing disappeared and she was still wrapped in the net but only wearing a string like bikini.
"My cousin Drew made this for me. He called it a molecular agitator but it only works on clothes".
"I changed my mind Ed please don't surrender because I want to hurt you bad", said Abby as she strained against her bonds but was unable to free herself.
"You need to lighten up my chiceta. Hey, you don't swing like Green and Red do you? That would be one hell of a Ménage a trois, seriously".
Just then a shadow passed over the APC as the GJ transport and Ron flew over. Several round grenades were dropped on the APC. One actually made it into the front cab and exploded filling the entire area with thick black smoke.
"Booyah", shouted Ron as the transport banked around for another pass.
Ed slammed on the brakes and the APC spun around. One of the Humvees chasing it was unable to stop and rammed into the APC and ED rolled over it. The second tried to turn too sharply and flipped over crashing off the road.
Ed and Abby were coughing as he tried to clear the smoke from the APC. When they stopped spinning they were pointed back the way they had come.
"Hey, most uncool dude", said Ed as he shook a fist at Ron as he passed over again. As the smoke cleared Abby saw through the cracked windshield about a quarter of mile away down the road sat the Raider on his bike. The Raider revved his engine and it drew Ed's attention.
"Hey chiceta it looks like your boyfriend dude wants to play".
"He is not my boyfriend!" Shouted Abby and the Raider revved his engine again in clear challenge.
"Whatever, if he wants to play chicken that's fine by me, seriously."
The Raider revved his engine and then slowly drew out his sword. Even from this distance Abby could see that this was bad. "Ed stop this is no longer a game".
"Of course it is and it is one that I never lose especially with all your good guy rules. Not to mention I outgun this dude, seriously".
"Ed I'm serious he's going to kill you. He's not one of us. He's one of you and that means he isn't playing by our rules".
For a moment it looked like Abby might actually be getting through when the Raider gunned his engine and came on. Ed laughed and floored the accelerator and the APC leapt forward. The two closed the distance quickly.
"One smashed bug on a windshield coming up, seriously", shouted Ed.
Abby couldn't figure out what the Raider was thinking until she saw him angle toward a partial crushed car between the bike and the APC. Recognition of what the maniac intended was both sobering and frightening. She pulled up her legs and kicked out at Ed. The Raider used the crushed car as a ramp and launched into the air at the last second. Abby's kick hit Ed in the side and pushed him against the door of the APC just as the windshield and the steering column of the APC exploded.
Ron watched in humor, and no small amount of horror, as the Raider finished his suicide charge by launching into the air and swinging his sword through the front of the APC. The bike hit the top of the APC and then the turret and spun into the Air to crash down behind the APC. I really hope he wasn't on that when it crashed, thought Ron
"Dude, you're not so bad', shouted Ed until he saw the wrecked steering column before him. "Hey, dude at least respect the ride, seriously".
Abby saw a red gloved hand grip the roof of the APC cab. The Raider appeared and stabbed down with his sword going through the right foot of Ed and into the accelerator pedal trapping both against the floor of the cab.
Ed screamed and tried in vain to pull the sword out of his foot. The Raider ignored him and turned to grab Abby. However, when he reached for her he hesitated. Abby was watching and trying to figure out the problem until she realized she was wrapped up but barely covered by the string bikini. There was no way for him to grab her without grabbing a lot of skin. She couldn't see the Raider's face through the mask but if she could she was sure he would be blushing.
"Oh, just man up and grow a pair will you. What's the matter never seen a naked woman before?"
The Raider tightened his fist and then grabbed her, away from any truly intimate parts, and hoisted her up on his shoulder. Abby saw they were nearing the country western bar again and the upcoming curve. The Raider reached down and pulled his sword out of the floor and moved to jump off the APC.
"No, take Ed too", said Abby.
The Raider reached down and grabbed Ed by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. Abby could see the ground racing by below and knew they were going too fast to do this easy. Before Abby could think anything more, the Raider leapt from the APC. She screamed as she was still wrapped up and images of her hitting the ground ran through her mind.
The APC crashed through the guard railing of the curve and launched out into the crevasse. The Raider's boots emitted three short rocket like bursts and all three: Raider, Abby, and Ed made a controlled descent at the edge of the crevasse. The APC hit bottom and exploded into a raging fireball.
The GJ transport set down across the road and Ron ran out of it to see if everyone was alright. The Raider let Ed go and he hopped on one leg to the edge of the crevasse and looked down at the carnage below.
"That is so totally awesome; seriously", Ed shouted and began playing air guitar while hopping on one leg.
The Raider drew out a knife and with delicate aim cut Abby lose from the net. "He's all yours".
Abby shrugged off the net and strode purposely toward Motor Ed. "Hey, Ed".
"Dudet", said Ed as he turned and the last thing he saw before unconscious took him was Abby's fist coming toward his face.
"Oh yeah, we've got to post that", said Ron.
Abby turned to find Ron and the Raider both recording her as she took out Motor Ed.
"Guys, damn it, stop that", Abby charged them but they split up and whichever one she chased the other merely kept recording. "Where is that damned thing he used on my clothes?" Both the Raider and Ron pointed out into the crevasse after the burning APC. "Oh, just perfect". Ron tossed her his GJ jacket and Abby hastily put it on and it covered her chest but it barely reached her waist.
A crowd of men and women had formed from Jeds bar and they cheered at the spectacle before them. Ron heard the sound of approaching sirens from the directions of both the town and the army base.
"That's the sound of your business Mr. Stoppable", said the Raider as he walked away toward Jeds.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron.
"Talking to them is not my thing", the Raider indicated the approaching military vehicles, "and besides I have a bottle of tequila calling my name".
"See you later Ron", said Abby as she took off after the Raider.
"Hey, thanks a lot", shouted Ron after them.
The crowd at Jeds parted and let the Raider and Abby in. There was still some minor applause and the Raider went up to the bar and dropped a hundred dollar bill on the counter. "Bottle of Tequila, three glasses, bucket of limes, and the best beer you have on tap".
When the Raider had his drinks, Abby followed him out to a table by the dance floor. The Raider filled three glasses of tequila and set the beer down in the middle of the table. He drank the first glass, spit out a lime, and then drank some beer.
"What you did could have killed Ed you know?" said Abby.
"Yes, and you're welcome".
"I didn't ask for your help".
"You didn't have too".
Abby grabbed the beer and took a long draw on it. The people in the bar began filing back in and the mood in the room began to turn back to normal. Neither Abby nor Raider said anything for several minutes and the Raider kept drinking tequila with Abby sipping the beer.
"Were not supposed to kill unless it's necessary", said Abby.
"Ed was destroying property without regard to safety for anyone including himself. The longer that went on the greater the chance more people could have gotten hurt. Faced with the situation and the tools at my command I did what I thought necessary to stop him. I am grateful that I didn't kill him and I thank you for your aid in that".
"You're welcome", said Abby disdainfully. Once again they descended into uncomfortable silence. Then Abby sighed and spoke with what was great effort to appear sincere. "Thank you".
"I bet that hurt".
"If you tell anyone I said it I will deny it".
"I understand".
Just then Ron walked in and waved to them. He indicated that he was going to the bar for a drink. Music started playing then and some people even got up to dance.
"So where do you want to go on our second date?" asked the Raider.
"Why you little…", and Abby stopped in the middle of her planned tirade. Maybe I'll give this smug little shit exactly what he deserves. She remembered his reaction out in the APC.
Abby reached up and began unzipping her jacket revealing more of her barely covered bosom and she could see the Raider appeared confused. "Who said we were done with the first one?"
"Abby what are you doing?"
Abby removed her jacket and stood up slowly swaying to the music. "You know what I like to do on a first date?
"What the…No", said the Raider.
"I like to dance", said Abby while grabbing the Raider and pulling him toward the dance floor.
"Wait I'm not familiar with…." said a panicked sounding Raider.
"Oh, come on now just go with it".
Ron was at the bar and the second Abby began unzipping her jacket he once again began recording them. Abby may kill me for this later but an opportunity like this happens once in a lifetime, thought Ron.
Once on the dance floor the Raider kept trying to get away from Abby but she kept cutting him off. She tried to get close to him but the Raider kept trying to keep them separated.
"Abby, Ms. Normal, I am not a competent dance partner".
"What are you talking about we sparred well earlier today".
"That was fighting this is something totally different".
"It doesn't have to be. Just react to my movements like we were fighting only softer".
The Raider seemed to consider her words and stopped his constant attempts to escape. Abby knew she had him then. She worked in closer and was eventually able to get a hand down to his groin. Just as I thought he's as hard as steel rod. The Raider once again seemed confused by her actions. Abby then raised her hands around his neck and began drawing him in.
The Raider felt her drawing him in and suddenly realized what it looked like she was about to do. He tried to move his head away which left him off-balance. Bad move.
Abby tightened her grip around his neck and jerked her knee upward into his groin with so much force it actually lifted the Raider off the floor. The Raider collapsed to the dance floor falling to his knees and elbows.
The crowd around the bar erupted in cheers from the women and groans from the men. Abby turned and gave several deep bows to the crowd. Then she walked over to their table and poured herself some tequila and drank it. Then she picked up her jacket threw it over her shoulder and sexily sashayed out of the bar. She waved to Ron as she went to the applause of the bar.
Ron was laughing so hard he found it difficult to breathe. After a few minutes he was able to move over to the dance floor and squat down next to the Raider. The Raider was still kneeling in the same position Abby had left him in.
"I sympathize with you buddy but I believe you may have brought that on yourself".
"Thank you (deep breath) Mr. Stoppable (deep breath) for that cunning and insightful (deep breath) observation".
"I didn't know Abby liked you?"
"I (deep breath) don't follow".
"She must like you if that's all she did to you. She didn't stomp on your head or shoot you. For Abby that's as good as flirting. Well doesn't matter she's out of your league".
"Excuse (deep breath) me?"
"You're interested in her. Believe me I know what it is to be interested in beautiful women that are out of my league".
"You wife is stunningly (deep breath) beautiful".
"I didn't say all beautiful women. It's just that I've been interested in some that were out of my league and it took me some time to realize it. I'm just trying to save you the trouble". Ron reached out a hand to the Raider.
The Raider took Ron's hand and together they lifted him up. "I thank you for the insight Mr. Stoppable".
"Ron. My name's Ron. I think you've paid your dues enough to use it".
"You honor me with your name".
"You've said that before, why?"
"A name is power Mr.…Ron. It is part of what defines us".
"You're actions define you not your name".
The Raider looked outside through the window at the front of the bar and could see Abby walking out to the transport. Ron followed his gaze and could see he was looking at her.
"Normally I would agree with you. But people seem to put an abnormal value on what they've never had".
"They do indeed", said Ron as he helped the Raider from the bar.
Author's Notes:
Well that was just fun. Using Motor Ed is such a hoot. Some of the story gets rather dark after this. I want to thank everyone who has read and especially reviewing this story. You guys rock.
Did you catch the double meaning of the Raider's last statement?
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