A/N: Welcome back for another chapter my bros and sisters! It's Malaysianpro, how are y'all doin'? How many weeks has it been from the last chapter? I'm not sure... Anyway, in this chapter, the NCIS Xover ends and the action has just begun! I hope you all enjoy this chapter (and this story as well)...

Disclaimer

I don't own nor am affiliated with any mentioned company, brand, registered trademark or copyright in this chapter and or fanfic. This Xover has nothing to do with the real world and any similarities between both worlds are completely coincidental.

Chapter 10

"Taking Fire, Need Assistance!"

Geronimo's Perspective

Interpol HQ
12.30 p.m.
About half an hour before the bombing

It was confirmed that Martinez is the killer. We have the weapon, the footage, an eye witness... Not to mention the motive.

Having everyone shocked to what Russell told both me and Gibbs, there's still one question remaining, floating inside everyone's minds: how the cheese did Martinez got into the suite?

"It seems downright impossible. How the heck did Martinez get in through the front door?" DiNozzo questioned, marching back and forth around the bullpen.

"Yes, indeed. A Famosa's security details are quite tight. You need to swipe a keycard on the digital lock to get in," I analyzed.

"Well, it's not that complicated. It's encrypted with a very simple encryption system. Easy to hack if you have the right equipment," stated McGee.

"Or... It was human error," said Benjamin with an opposite idea.

"Human error how?" Gibbs asked.

"I was scrolling through maintenance records of the resort and here it says that the the electronic lock on the suite Martinez stayed in was broken and replaced with a new one a five days before Calico checked in." He pulled the screen image on to the large plasma.

"That makes sense how, exactly?" said Trap.

"I wasn't finished," he continued. "Both locks from Martinez's and Calico's suite have the same binary security combination. I had a suspicion, so I asked the receptionist both their keycards, and swiped it in Pandora's card reader. Turns out, both had the same combination pattern."

"How is that possible?" I asked.

"Apparently, the programmers from the company that makes these had coincidentally programed the same combinations into the keycard's magnetic strip and it's reader."
"So if I were to go back to Malacca and swipe Calico's keycard with Martinez's card reader, the door would open?" DiNozzo asked rhetorically.

"Exactly."

"Then how does Martinez know that their cards have the same combination?" asked McGee.

"Good question," Benjamin responded. "Check this out. Here's the footage when Martinez first checked into the resort. This was one day after Calico checked in." He pulled the hallway security footage on the plasma.

Fernando was seen walking down the hallway with his card on his left hand. Checking out the door to Calico's suite closely, the reader accidentally scanned his card and unlocked the door. He opened it, looked around, and then left. Sorry I've forgotten to mention that the reader was a scanner type.

"That answers it," DiNozzo said, one eyebrow raised.

"Wait a minute," Trap interrupted. "How does he know that Calico stayed here?"

"I think I have the answer to that," said a familiar voice. We looked back to see who interrupted, it was Sergeant Kamal Hussein from the Royal Malaysian Police. He looked informal, just a black hoodie over a blank red tee with blue jeans on the bottom.

"Sergeant?" Benjamin called out loud.

"Yeah, one of my squad mates in the Wolf Pack and I decided to do a little snooping back at Martinez's suite in Malacca. We found this laptop of his on the coffee table." He came closer to Benjamin and handed him the laptop. "Put it on the screen." Benjamin connected a video output cable to the laptop, turned it on and put its image on the plasma. "I inspected his web history on the way here from Malacca. Good thing my Evo had built-in 4G Wi-Fi."

"When did you arrive there?" I asked.

"Just half an hour before you left."

"You were saying?" Gibbs interrupted.

"I found nothing suspicious at first... Just a few erotic pic websites and...uh..."

"Porn?" DiNozzo interrupted, looking exited.

"DiNozzo! There's a kid in here!" McGee reminded.

"ANYWAY," the Sergeant interrupted aloud, "as I went further back about two weeks before the murder, this is what I found." He clicked on a website on the history page. It displayed a passenger information page of an airline company. "He checked which flight he took, where he was headed, when he was flying out... And there's more." He opened a new tab and page. It was a guest info page from A Famosa's website. "He checked what hotel he stayed in, how long he was staying... He really did his homework before pulling this off."

"What about accusing Calico of cheating? How'd he know that?" Trap asked again.

"Watch this..." He minimized the browser window and opened an MP4 file labeled "Calico you sly dog". At the beginning, it was Martinez's voice in a casino, sounded cheesed off. Looked like he recorded this on his phone.

"Calico," he started, "'chu think that 'chu can hide secrets from Fernando? Well guess what? Fernando just found out that the roulette table we played on was rigged with hidden electromagnet touch switches to make the ball jump to whatever number you bet your money on. 'Chu think I did not know? Well no matter... Fernando promises that something bad will happen to you... Fernando is a man of his word... Just wait and see 'chu SLY SON OF A B****!" Martinez's last sentences before ending the video.
"That's all I can find in the laptop. Nothing else related."
"Let's go make him crack then," said Gibbs.

Interrogation Room
13 minutes before car bombing

Gibbs entered the room and grabbed the chair while I held a flashdrive on my paw that contained every piece of footage we could find. I just leaned on a corner behind Martinez, cross-armed with my right leg on top of the other. I felt the negative aura around Fernando as I entered the room. It was silent inside, until Gibbs started interrogating.
"You lied to us Fernando. About everything," he started.

"Starting from the murder, until you broke into the property," I continued.

"Fernando does not understand what you two are talking about," he responded.

"Stilton!" He cued me to plug in the USB device to the small plasma on the wall. I grabbed the remote that was sitting on top of the plasma and played the clip where he and the deceased engaged in combat. With the sweaty look on Martinez's face, I thought he was starting to break.

"You murdered him because he cheated in that roulette tournament in Macau," I stated, putting my left paw in my coat pocket. I skipped to the video where he recorded in Macau. "We found this in your laptop which the police found in the suite you were staying in. We checked transactions of your Swiss bank account. $5 million to Calico."

"He kept cheating as you put more and more money on the fence. Until you were sure that you would win, you bet all $5 mil. Everything in your Swiss bank account," said Gibbs, intimidating Martinez.

"All your money fell into Calico's side of the fence, and you had nothing left. Except maybe the stuff you already bought," I continued.

"You found out that the table was rigged, pissed off, and planned revenge," said Gibbs.

"What the police also found in your web browser history is that you were collecting info of Calico's activities."

"You really did your homework, Martinez. You knew where he planned to go, when he flew in here, which airline, what flight he took, which hotel he stayed in, which room he booked..."

"You tailed him. Waited for the perfect time to strike... You just checked out his suite when the card reader accidentally scanned your card as you had it in your left hand. You had an advantage. When he went out to party at the lobby, you sneaked in. Waited in the darkness for two hours, playing with your switchblade, ripping a part of your special edition skiing gloves you bought before you flew here."

"He came back, and you made your move. Got him pinned, punched him in the right cheek to subdue him."

"That's how we knew the killer, AKA you, were left handed."

"Got him in a chokehold, and snapped his spinal cord thanks to your muscular arms."

"Then you took out your knife, stabbed him multiple times in the torso enraged...until he flew in the balcony."

"He witnessed your murder. To cover your tracks, you decided to kill him too."

"He countered you. You stumbled on the edge of the dining table, leaving blood from the wound on your forehead. He flew out when you were out cold."

"You got back up on your feet, checked for blood while the gloves were still on. You rushed to the balcony, grabbed on to the rail to look for where he went. Confused and dazed, you couldn't see him. So you confirmed that he was gone."

"You went to clean up the mess and started by 'disposing' the body. You dragged his body to the closet and hid him there. Went to the bathroom to wash up the blood on you, but you forgot to wash the faucet when you touched it with your bloody gloves."

"Then you got a mop and bucket and mopped up the blood trail. But by then, some of the blood was absorbed by the parquet flooring, making it visible. After that, you dumped the murder weapon in the dumpster outside of the building."

"When you thought you were done, you stashed the mop and disposed the bloody water. But, your blood on the balcony and the dining table, that's where you missed. You checked out early and demanded a refund."

"Just when you think we're done, you'd be mesmerized of what we have from the witness's testimony."

"That's right, he's with us."

"After that day, you went out to a café to clear your mind, when a stranger next to your table started talking about your losses in the roulette tournament. That's when you found The Technologists."

"He offered you double the money you lost to work with them. $10 mil is a lot of money... So you took the job."

"The boss hooked you up with a partner and told you to meet him at the place where you and him broke into."

"He brought he equipment, EMP-ed the house and went in. Dumbfounded, the person you were working with was actually the witness to your murder. Brock Russell."

"You saw and recalled his face and he did vice versa. You took the chance to tie up loose ends, and went to the kitchen to grab a knife."

"But... He was actually stronger than you and grabbed you by the shirt, slammed you to the glass rack which knocked one down and broke it."

"Instead, he got to the knife first, slashed you in the forearm. Deeply. Finding out the back door was locked, he followed by you, escaped through the window."

"You had him in a vehicle pursuit. You failed to realized that The Technologists' cars were armed with machine guns. He shot sixteen .50 cal rounds into your car and zoomed off to who knows where."

"And he called you the next day through a secure line and told you to meet him at the Twin Towers' parking lot to settle the score...when the Interpol guys caught you."
Our last words (starting with me): "Fernando Martinez, you're under arrest for attempting to harm a person under Interpol's protective custody, obstruction of justice..."

"...and the murder of Malcolm Calico."

"I want my lawyer..." Martinez said, trembling.

DiNozzo stepped in with a pair of cuffs. He cuffed Martinez as we walked out.

"It's been a pleasure working the case with you and your team, Agent Stilton," he thanked me as we shook hands.

"Back to you, Agent Gibbs," I replied. "So how much time is Martinez going to face?"

"We're talking about 25 to 40 years in Guatemala. He won't be around in a long time."

"Here you go boss, let's take him away- Gibbs! This is the first time I've seen you've shaken a man...mouse's hand...paw before-" said DiNozzo as he came out of the interrogation room.

"Alright, let's get out of here..." He cut off DiNozzo.

"Send my regards to the Director," I said as he walked along.

I got a call from Thea. I reached into my coat pocket and answered.

"Yes Thea?" Her news was very shocking. "What?! I'm on my way!"

I ran up the stairs to the lower ground floor and Pandora saw me sprinting out her lab. She shouted my name. So I came back to the entrance.

"Where you goin' Geronimo?"

"Thea and Danny just experienced a car bombing."

"What?!"

"C'mon! Let's go."

We got up to the squad room to get my gun and car keys.

"Uncle G, where are you headed to?" Benjamin asked.

"Out to check on Danny and Thea...their car just exploded."

"What?! Let me come with you!"

"You and Trap stay here."

"Can I come along?" Pandora begged.

"...Fine..." I permitted forcibly.

We got go the parking lot and scampered to our car. We hopped in, I started the car, and left, leaving a trail of smoke from the rear wheels. We left in such a hurry, I forgot to turn on traction control which caused the car to do a burnout and also forgot to turn on four wheel drive which caused the car to spin out when we tried to exit the parking lot. We got back on track, and sped off to KL Tower.

KL Tower
5 minutes after car bombing

We got there 5 minutes after the event, with police tape surrounding the parking lot. Locals and tourists crowded the area outside the tape, with two police officers trying to calm them down. We saw Danny and Thea in the back of (what appeared to be) a British ambulance without the livery. It was just "ambulance" in the back and mirrored in the front with checkered stripes on the side. I stopped our car next to it and I alone stepped out while Pandora waited in the car.

"Thea! Danny! What happened?" I asked as I ran up to them.

"I saw a block of RDX taped under the car, but we didn't have time to run," answered Thea, checking the bandage taped to her forehead.

"Man, all the souvenirs we bought for you and the others...burnt to crisp," Danny added as he wiped his bloody nose.

"Never mind... All that matters now that you two are safe."

"What about the car? How can we transport ourselves?" questioned Thea.

"I can let you borrow one of my cars," Danny suggested.

"Aw...thanks Danny! Your so sweet!" She said as he hugged him tightly.

"C'mon, let me give you two a ride home," I offered.

"No thanks, I've alerted my smart home system to send me a car here," he rejected.

"Hmm, I never knew you had a driver."

"I don't. All of my cars are autonomous smart vehicles. They can drive themselves."

"How would they track you?"

"I'm emitting a homing signal with my chip visible only to them and other devices with my permission."

"Alright then, I'll leave Pandora with you guys to keep you company while I pickup Benjamin and Trap from HQ to investigate the scene."

My Perspective

We sat inside on the paramedic's seat while Thea and I checked our injuries to escape the heat from the blazing sun. The doors were still open though, to let some air in. (The bed was used by the paramedics to carry a fainted spectator, because the other ambulance that came here forgot to equip one.)

Having Pandora here was a great idea. She made a great company while Geronimo investigated the scene. We talked about the adventures they had in New Mouse City. Even the ones Benjamin hadn't told me before. Stopping Sally Rasmousen from stealing a scoop, getting in a hidden camera show where they almost died... NMC sounds like a very interesting and adventurous place.

Then a sound of a car, a supercar, echoed off the buildings from the crossroad we were facing. It's engine screamed from a distance. The closer it got, the more recognizable the sound was. The car drifted into the street we were in and stopped on the other side of the road. It revved its 5 liter V8, popping from the tailpipe was heard from backfiring. It was Phantom, my 2013 Koenigsegg Agera R from chapter 7.

"You called for me, sir?" Phantom started in a moderate pitched voice with a British accent.

"I did," I replied.

"Shall I take you and Agent Stilton home?"

"Not yet. Stick around. Oh, Phantom, this is Pandora Woz, my friend. Pandora, Phantom."

"Hello, Miss Woz. I'm Phantom."

"Hi Phantom! Cool name!" Pandora shouted.

"Thank you for that comment..."

"Wow, a ghost name. How'd you get the idea?" she asked me.

"There's a ghost logo on the back of the car to honor the Swedish Air Force's Ghost Squadron. The Koenigseggs are built on their airbase. So that's what inspired me." He turned off his engine to avoid disturbing people nearby.

Geronimo then approached us, wearing a forensic's outfit. "What did you find?" Thea asked.

"Well, we managed to find the detonator, but the type is unfamiliar," he answered as he took off his gloves, staring at Phantom. "I'll bring it to Russell to see what he knows about it. Pandora, were done here."

"Later guys!" She waved as she got off the bumper.

"See you soon!" I bid, waving back.

"So...uh...who's driving?" asked Thea eagerly.

"As always...you can take the wheel," I answered as we got off the ambulance and crossed the street.

We opened the dihedral synchro-helix actuation doors and hopped in... I know it's long, but that's the name Christian Von Koenigsegg gave. Anyway, I handed the keys to Thea from the glovebox (which was designed after the Koenigsegg logo for non auto-maniacs) and inserted it into the keyhole which is situated at the center console. (It's not weird, it's unique!) Phantom's interior wasn't really sound insulated, so we couldn't hear anything during the engine's startup. We buckled on seatbelts and were ready to roll. Thea put Phantom into drive and paddle-shifted from neutral to first gear.

"Alright, before you do anything, I just want to remind you the the accelerator is very sensitive. So press it down slowly-eee-eee-eee!" I was too late as she stepped on the accelerator halfway. It launched Phantom into a burnout, and we were pushed deep into the seats by centrifugal force. We couldn't even hear ourselves scream when Phantom redlined. That is, until she hit the brakes and shifted up.

Nothing really happened at the highways. The roads to and fro were clear. Thea drove constantly at the fourth gear, at 55 miles an hour, and below the 5000 rpm mark. We wouldn't be hearing ourselves talk if she did.

"So, tell me how detailed Phantom's defense systems and weapons," asked Thea.

"Why don't you ask him yourself," I replied.

"You have a query, Agent Stilton?" Phantom responded.

"Tell me about your defense and weapons systems as I drive us home."

"As you may already know, I have reformable bulletproof carbon fiber body panels, uncrackable glass windows, self re-inflating and self-treading tires, four hidden shortened-barreled, carbon fiber M134 Vulcans mounted inside the fenders, EMP, and an oil slick and spike strip dispenser. I also have a secret weapon. The targa top roof is also a portable fighter minijet or a roofjet if you will."

"Ooh, I'm intrigued. Please enlighten me..."

"The targa top roof is so aerodynamic, once tested in a wind tunnel, it is discovered that if you gave it wings and a jet engine, it could actually fly. The roofjet is ejected from me by an air propulsion system in the roofjet itself. Once deployed, a pair of wings extend on both sides. Also, mini jet engines on its rear allow it to move forward at supersonic speed. To reattach, it has to synchronize its movements with mine and electromagnets will attract it. Thus, reattaching it to me."

"You...my friend...are a genius and a 13 year old engineer!" She commented on me.

"Oh... you!" I blushed.

"What else have you got, Phantom?"

"Let me drive while you look around the HUD to see anything that catches your eye," suggested Phantom.

An alert that projected: "AUTOPILOT ENABLED" displayed on the HUD as Thea looked around it for something interesting to play with. Until the one I really hoped she wouldn't notice on these roads raised her curiosity. The SuperNOS meter. It was on top of the NOS meter.

"What's this meter on top of the NOS meter?"

"That's SuperNOS. Twice as powerful as regular NOS."

"How do I activate it?"

"Oh boy... It's gonna be a hell of a ride..." I exclaimed as I buckled both straps on my belt to form a harness seat belt.

"Make sure you have your harness seat belt buckled," instructed Phantom. So she did. "Now, put both paws on the steering wheel but I'll still be driving." Thea did as she was instructed. "Now raise both thumbs and press them on the wheel. Hold them." The buttons on the wheel were touch activated, FYI.

She did that...now, the fun part. An alert projected: "SUPERNOS ACTIVATED" on the HUD.
Phantom alerted: "SuperNOS activated in 3, 2, 1..."

At the count of 1, we heard the SuperNOS being injected into the combustion chambers as a high-pitch whirring. Then, centrifugal force once again pushed us into our seats as Phantom climbed from 55 to 180 in two seconds. Our heads shook as Phantom dodged through traffic...and in didn't end until ten seconds later.

"I'VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE!" Thea yelled out her lungs out.

Arif Mansion
2.20 p.m.

We reached home about five minutes after two. We did our regular everyday activities after that while being alert and trying to stay alive.

I just finished my final scripts for my new DLC. I put all the files together and sent them to the development team in the US to get it online.

"Done!" I said out loud in the living room.

"The DLC is is out?" Thea asked over my shoulder, taking a bite out of a cheese cream donut while standing behind the couch.

"In a few hours. I've added in the loadouts in all of my Interpol friends that play my game, the Elite Weapons pack."

"ALL the Elite Weapons? *Munch munch* In every class?"

"Yup... We'll battle in a server tonight."

"Sweet! *Swallows* Can't wait to smoke you with my Elite M4 CQB!"

"And for all the other players, the weapon packs and all other IGPs are now 50 percent off."

"Limited time?"

"Nope, starting from this DLC."

"Your kidding! $99.90 to $50?"

"Uh huh... And I've introduced a renting system. All weapon packs are priced $1.99 for one month."

"With that price, I'm sure people will be storming in the in-game store."

"No doubt..."

"So, what now until the update comes out?"

"Right now... I'm just gonna relax and watch TV."

I shut down my laptop and gestured an opening fist to turn on the smart TV. Thea joined in by vaulting over the couch and sat next to me. Thea's munching made me want to munch something. So, I went to the kitchen to get a bowl of popcorn.

Geronimo's Perspective

Interpol HQ
3.50 p.m.

Brock just arrived moments ago from the lockup to be interrogated. I walked down the empty hallway to the interrogation room while holding the detonator in a transparent evidence bag.

As I entered the room, Brock was kicking his feet up the table as he reclined on his chair.

"What? No food for me?" he asked in his British accent, shrugging, then raised his arms.

"There will, after you tell me what this is," I replied, sitting down on the chair.

"You can't do this to me, mate! I have rights! I haven't eaten anything since breakfast!" he exclaimed as he put his feet down.

"Like I said, you will, in return of telling me what this is." I slid the detonator across the table to him.

He let out a heavy sigh and studied it carefully. "Hmm... This is a motion sensor. This one detects any motion in a 10 feet radius of itself. Where did you find this?"

"Under an exploded car that was suppose to transport the protected package."

"Ooh, this was definitely a warning or assassination attempt. Motion sensors are The Technologists' signature trigger to activate the detonator on their car bombs. How much explosive did you find?"

"According to my sister, she said that she saw a block of RDX the size of a brick planted under her car."

"Then this was without a doubt an assassination attempt. They plan to blow him up so they can steal the body and extract the chip."

"Wouldn't the chip melt if he was burnt?"

"No. It's fireproof. Not even lava can melt it."

I was silent for a while. "Thanks for the info, Brock," I said as I stood up. I walked to the door. "You just earned yourself a piece of steak."

"Make it a lamb chop, with extra gravy," he demanded. I gave him a little smirk as I headed out.

15 minutes later

I just came back from the restaurant across the HQ and from the interrogation room for Russell's lunch. When I came back to the bullpen, Benjamin had some news for me.
"Uncle G, remember one of our moles inside The Technologists' bases?" he started.

"The one that the Secretary General told me? Yes, why?"

"He came back with some intel about their plans." He put the feed of his computer screen to the large plasma. He opened a folder under the label "Operation Electrostorm". It had a few files, including an mp4 file named " 4". Benjamin double-clicked on the file. It was a log entry from the agent placed undercover inside on of the enemies bases. He looked tired and scared, and panting.

"Sunday, August 15, 2013. This maybe my last entry. I've been caught. They're after me, but managed to outrun them. They could find me any second. To Agent Geronimo Stilton, the plans of Operation Electrostrike are in this flashdrive. What they want the chip for is to complete a space electromagnetic pulse generator orbiting the Earth. Open the file as I explain it." Benjamin minimized the player window and double-clicked on the mentioned file. "The pulse generated from this device can be as powerful as a solar flare. It could take out communication, electricity and immobilize vehicles of a whole country. Their target, the USA. Once the device has orbited over America, well, assuming that they have the chip installed, they'll fire the pulse..." Then something that sounded like: "There he is! Get him!" The agent continued, "That's all I can say for now. Don't, I repeat, DON'T let the boy fall into their hands!" The video terminates, with the unknown fate of the agent remaining in our heads.

Trap shows up from the men's room and said; "What'd I miss?" while he refined his pants.
"Everything," replied Benjamin.

"The Technologists are planning to blast the whole of America with an EMP the strength of a solar flare."

"If vehicles are disabled, delivery trucks can't deliver food to stores. Shortage of food brings greediness and people will start stashing food for their own to survive. It's gonna be chaotic all over America," Benjamin summed up.

"And if communications are jammed, homeland security agencies can't communicate with one another. They can't protect their own country or get help from the outside world. The whole country is completely vulnerable to attacks from terrorists."

"What about people with bionic body parts and internal organs?"

"They'd die because the EMP would cause all electronic objects to stop working..."

"So what's the chip for anyway?" Trap asked.

"According to the plans, the chip is located somewhere here," I said while pointing at the schematics.

"And it's used to control dark matter... Wait...dark matter is the scientific name for Star Wars' the Force. They're gonna shoot the Force on America?!" Benjamin exclaimed.

"There's something called a radiation collector here. It's connected to the chip. I think The Force will be fused together with radiation from space to produce a mega solar flare-like pulse!"

"And any neighboring countries will be affected due to splash damage..."

"We've gotta tighten up security at Danny's house," Trap suggested.

My Perspective

Arif Mansion
4.14 p.m.

The guards Geronimo sent had arrived about ten minutes after he informed me. They were wearing black, from top to bottom. A helmet with a visor, Kevlar vests, joint pads, gloves, and combat boots. They were armed with FN SCAR-H battle rifles. Geronimo had them placed on every door and every entrance of the property. On the rooftop at the helipad (which I completely forgot to mention that I had one), four spotters who were also armed with SCAR-Hs and snipers at every corner of the roof, armed with Barrett M82 .50 cal anti-materiel rifles. A part of the street was closed to traffic-except for the residents who live on it. They check in for a status report every 15 minutes of an hour. Thea and I decided to prepare them meals everyday until their services are no longer required... What? They're humans too, they have rights!

Arif Mansion
Wednesday, August 18, 2013
9.18 a.m.

Thea and I just finished our breakfast outside at the garden table after walking around the property with a dining cart, serving breakfast to the guards. Even the snipers, who ate as they looked through their scopes.

I got my RC quad-copter out of my room and flew it in the gardens. It was equipped with a camera so I can see the live feed from its perspective. My phone was its remote and the screen for the live feed, so it felt like a video game.

I flew my quad-copter over the fence. From there, I zoomed in to the end of the street. Two black vans, Mercedes Sprinters. On their way here.

"Thea, are we expecting anymore backup from Interpol?" I asked while still looking into the screen.

"No, Geronimo didn't say anything about sending backup. Why?"

"Two Mercedes Sprinters are at the end of the street. Their on their way here."

"Probably another attack, I'll alert the guards."

"I'll setup the popup barricades for the guards on the street to take cover with."

Thea swiped her walkie talkie on the round garden table. "Street Brigade and snipers, be alert. Two black Mercedes Sprinters are incoming at your ten o'clock position. They are not one of Interpol's. I repeat, THOSE VANS ARE THE TECHNOLOGISTS'!" Then, she ran inside.

I ran to the courtyard and raised the barricades I planted under the street using the Force. The guards took their positions around the front gate while I ran inside for protection.

I looked out my window from my room. I saw the vans stop in front of the guards forming a human barrier at the road. The passengers in the first van just gunned them all down. They moved on. The gunmen got off the vehicle after that. Before I knew it, they opened fire, starting a standoff. Upon witnessing that, I just closed the curtains and grabbed the FMG-9 on my bedside table, put on my combat belt, and unfolded my weapon.

I ran out of my room and literally vaulted over the stair's railing. With the Force breaking my fall, I landed on my feet, crouching. Thea was seen at the living room window, locking and loading her MP9.

"J-Son! Get the place on lockdown. Nobody gets in our out without my permission," I ordered.

"It's a battlefield out there," she stated as I walked up to here.

"We've got to help them somehow," I muttered.

She looked out the window. "I just called Geronimo for backup. They'll be here with the army in a few minutes."

"What's happening out there?"

She handed me the walkie talkie. "Listen for yourself." I put the device near my ear and listened.

Radio Chatter Log

Street Brigade (SB) #1: Street Brigade! TAKE YOUR POSITIONS!
*firing from The Technologists heard*
SB#1: OPEN FIRE! *standoff begins*
SB#2: Taking fire, need assistance!
Sniper#1: Roger that. *sniper shots*
Spotter#1 and #2: Affirmative. *SCARs firing*
SB#3: Man down! I repeat, Man down!
SB#4: Make that two men, another one just got hit!
SB#1: We're a little low on ammo guys, reserve as much as possible!

"Let me take a look outside," I said as I got to her side. The Technologists have taken over the street. Projectile after projectile leaving the barrel of the SCARs, not one Technologist scumbag were hit by any of them. The guards are getting hammered out there. Two of them are shot, but they're still alive.

As black clouds appeared in the sky, it rained and turned into a lightning storm within seconds it started. In the flash of the lightning, I saw the guards dropping their primary weapons and switching to their secondaries. I knew the situation was worsening.

"Oh no... They've ran out of primary ammo..." I murmured as I watched in horror.

Thea must've overheard. "What?"

"Thea! They've ran out primary ammo! Look!" She looked out. The guards were trying to defend their positions by firing 9mms out of their Beretta M9s. "They're getting battered out there! If this keeps up, The Technologists will take over the property!"

She spoke into her walkie talkie. "Snipers! Why aren't you covering fire for the Street Brigade?" She asked furiously.

"We have! They've taken cover behind their vans. Apart from the storm, we haven't taken out a single bogie because of that! *firing sounds from spotters' weapons followed by a loud sniper shot*"

"Darn..." Thea euphimized.

"The armory..." I whispered.

"What about the armory?"

"I've 7.62 NATOs stashed in there!"

"How are you supposed to get the ammo to them exactly?"

"I've a plan, don't worry."

We went underground. We rushed to the armory and grabbed a duffle bag with us. We nabbed as many extended 40 round quad-stack mags and stuffed it into the bag.

We got back upstairs to my room and opened the window. "What's the plan?" asked Thea as lightning flashed.

"I'm gonna throw the bag out the window using the Force. The window's angled exactly at the gates. So the bag should land directly inside the 'fort'." I focused the Force on the bag and lifted it. I Force Pushed it out the window and it landed exactly where I said it should.
"Nice work, Danny!" she commented.

We headed back downstairs back to the living room and watched live security feeds from the outside cameras while standing up. I was so nervous, I kept my gun unfolded at all times, walking back and fourth. With the extra ammo we gave the Street Brigade, The technologists started to back down. But they weren't retreating. So much for turning the tables.

Thea phoned Geronimo on speed dial. "G! Where are you?"

I overheard him talking. "Just a klick from the scene. We'll be there in one minute."

"Good to know," she said. Then she hung up.

Then, a radio transmission came in through the walkie talkie. It was from one of the snipers. "Protector to Eagle Eyes, do you read? *sniper shots and swooshing heard*"

"Loud and clear, Eagle Eyes."

"We've got a problem. The standoff is just a diversion from the real threat. *firing sounds and more swooshing*"

"What is the real threat?"

"There's a chopper on top of the helipad, dropping down Technologists troops and gunning us down! They've got us pinned so we can't assist the Street Brigade! *swooshing, 'take 'em down!'*"

"Aw man, they've really got us now!" I panicked.

She grabbed me by my shoulders. "Hey! Get a hold of yourself! I know how bad the situation is but we'll make it through. Alright?" I nodded nervously. "Now breath in, breath out, and do whatever you can to calm yourself down." I breathed in, then out, then thought about my family to make me happy. "Now, let's go bring that chopper down."

"What?" I yelled. "Are you serious?"

"Look, the guys up there are pinned down and backup hasn't even arrived yet. If they die, The Technologists are gonna storm in here and take you. We don't really have a choice."
I kept quiet to think about the option. "Okay. For the safety of others."

"That's the spirit. Now let's move!"

We ran up the stairs to the helipad after that pep talk. If all else fails, I've hidden a secret weapon up there, in case of emergencies.

Geronimo's Perspective

Trap, myself, and a battalion from the Malaysian Army were just a quarter klick away from the firefight. We had to drive fast before the enemy takes Danny. In the storm, it was difficult to see, but the muzzle flash from firing weapons guided us through.

We arrive at the fight. All of us stepped out of our vehicles into the cold rain without wearing any rain clothes. Just my white shirt, red tie, and a Kevlar vest. The wind blew in my snout as my paws grasped the grip and fore grip of my M4 tightly with the aid of my fingerless gloves. Without any hesitation, I ordered everyone to open fire on The Technologists.

"EVERYBODY OPEN FIRE!"

Although in the rain, my aim was very accurate with the aid of my EoTech holographic sight. On each enemy I killed, I planted three rounds into their abdomens. We managed to kill all 16 of them. The problem then was the airborne helicopter, hovering over the mansion.

My Perspective

We reached the door to the helipad. As we opened it, a strong wind nearly blew us in our faces, almowt pushing us away.

We fought it and entered the second battle zone. It was wet and freezing cold, and the lightning flashed followed by a raging thunder. We just stepped outside with our everyday outfits. We saw dead bodies of The Technologists troops, shot by the spotters. All of us at the roof took cover behind a wall from the raised helipad because the gunner on the chopper was shooting at us.

"Geronimo, are you there?" I contacted him through his earpiece. I had to shout because of the wind.

"Yes, I am! With the army actually," he responded as static was heard, resulting from the raindrops hitting his mic. "We've shot all the bogies on the ground."

"Great! I need your help!"

"How?!"

"I need you to tell everyone to shoot the heli! It's gunning the roof guys down, including me and Thea!"

"What!? You and Thea are up there?!"

"JUST DO IT G!" I terminated the conversation as another lightning bolt shot down from the sky.

Geronimo's Perspective

I followed Danny's idea and put it into action. I started by getting some attention. "ALRIGHT, EVERYONE GATHER AROUND!" I yelled out as I waved my left paw in the air. "I need all of you to take that chopper down! It's shooting the guards on top, including the boy and my sister! Now take your positions! READY, AIM, FIRE!" Everyone on the ground fired lead projectiles to the bird. Though it didn't seem very effective.

My Perspective

I overheard Geronimo's signal to fire. Then I asked Thea to do so. "Thea, order all the guys here to shoot the chopper down!"

She took out her waterproof walkie talkie. "Sniper Squad, I want every one of you to shoot the heli down!"

After that command, a set of four loud gunshots are heard. The snipers were opening fire. Then the spotters. Soon, even Thea and I decided to shoot at the giant metal bird.

"Let's destroy this thing!" I suggested. I inserted the magazine into the feeder of my gun and primed it. We then got out of cover and tried to shoot the damn bird down.

"KEEP FIRING!" I told everyone there who had a communication device. "Ratatatata..." Our SMGs sounded. I bared my teeth as I shoot. Anoyher strong wind current blew, messing up my aim.

After five minutes, we were starting to give up. None of the shots we fired didn't even scratch it. Every FMJ and incendiary round, Shell after shell ejected, reload after reload... Our efforts to bring it down didn't seem to work. We were still being hammered with M60 rounds from the gunner. Two men were reported shot in the leg, but they were able to fight.

"This isn't working Danny!" Thea shouted while shooting, with the recoil of her SMG shaking her voice

"Cover me while get something!" I took cover and got to the wall of the raised helipad. I banged on it and a door to my secret weapon opened.

Thea saw it as she glanced at what I was doing. "An MGL 140 grenade launcher?" She yelled as I loaded the launcher's cylinder with explosive grenades.

"It's for emergencies...and this is DEFINITELY an emergency!" I responded as I did the spin cycle.

I came out of cover and aimed the launcher upwards. The scope attached to it calculated where to aim. Wind speed was 50 kilometers per hour and it blew towards the northwest. It advised me to aim a little bit off from the chopper.

"Asta la vista, baby!" I muttered. I pulled the trigger, launching a grenade into the air. The wind blew the grenade towards the target and exploded exactly at its tail.

"You did It Danny!" Thea exclaimed.

"We did it," I corrected.

The metal bird spun out of control, hurtling towards Geronimo and the soldiers.

"Oh no... Danny! WARN HIM!" Thea demanded.

"Geronimo! GET OUTTA THERE NOW!" I warned him in his earpiece.

Geronimo's Perspective

The soldiers, Trap, and myself kept shooting at the helicopter for five minutes. It was still hovering there. It seemed like its bodywork was bulletproof. We were almost out of ammunition, and our barrels were starting to overheat.

Then, a small object was launched from the roof. It hit the chopper's tail and exploded. The aircraft spun uncontrollably and was plummeting towards us.

"Geronimo! GET OUTTA THERE NOW!" Danny warned through my earpiece.

"Everyone! SCATTER!" I yelled. We ran away to avoid ourselves from getting killed. The helicopter crashed into the road, precisely at the place we stood. It destroyed the two vans, and debris flew everywhere. Good thing none of it hit the houses nearby. Except one house, which the stabilizer tail hit. Despite all that, it was miraculous how everyone lived. Except for the pilot and passengers of the helicopter.

I was panting on the ground, lying on my belly. The storm eased up, and everyone checked each other if they were okay. I got back up to my feet and entered Danny's yard. I saw him and Thea come out of the front door, with Danny holding a grenade launcher in his hand. It was followed by the Sniper Squad. Some were injured. I ran up to Danny and Thea to hug them.

"Oh...thank goodness you two are alright," I said as I hugged them.

"Me too," said my sister as she hugged me back.

"Danny, you better unload that launcher or at least put it away," I said. He put it away slowly on the ground. I was afraid that he would accidentally fire a grenade, because the launcher's safety was turned off.

"Man, I'm wet and I'm freezing my butt off. Let's go inside to dry ourselves off and celebrate with hot chocolate," he suggested. "Trap! Come join us!"

"Go ahead, I'll catch up," he replied from outside, trying to walk off his sprained ankle.
I took off my vest and put it outside and went in. Danny provided us towels for us to dry off and went to the kitchen to make the hot chocolate. He told us to call in the guards and soldiers as well.

It was certainly a victory for us this morning. We have won the battle, but not the war. After what we've been through this morning, I was considering about moving him to another country as a safety measure. I'm sure that it'll be hard for him to take it, but I'm sure that he'll agree.

Whoop whoop! More coming soon!