A/N: I'm really sorry for being late. Welp, it's done. But not yet ending. Enjoy! Warning: Charachter death included. Temporary charachter death. Merry Xmas btw! Although I don't celebrate it... Yeah, yeah, yeah... And a bah humbug to me too. No offense. Please forgive me.
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I own nothing but plot and OCs.
Chapter 19
The Final Showdown
He was right there, about to pull that trigger made of silver. "Ah, well if it isn't Danial Arif. The boy I wanted to see." The scum turned to Geronimo. "Looks like I was wrong, Stilton," then he turned to us. "Glad that he's alive?" Williams said with a devilish smile.
"Let my brother go, Williams!" Thea ordered.
"Oh, I could." His smile turned into a frown. "But the boy has to surrender to me first!"
"DON'T DO IT, DANNY!" Geronimo advised. Williams gives him another backhand with the Desert Eagle in the forehead with a loud and painful groan.
"GERONIMO!" Thea shouted.
Williams then aims the muzzle on Geronimo's head at point blank. "DROP THE GUN, WILLIAMS!" I yelled as I aimed to his head, taking a small footing forward.
"SURRENDER TO ME AND I WILL LET GO OF YOUR FRIEND!"
"HE SAID DROP IT!" Thea demanded while taking a step forward."
"TAKE ANOTHER STEP AND YOUR BROTHER WILL HAVE A GAPING HOLE THROUGH HIS BRAIN! ONCE MORE, I WANT YOU TO COME WITH ME, DANIAL!"
"NOT A CHANCE!" I replied dissonantly.
"SO BE IT!" He looked back at Geronimo, about to shoot the injured mouse in cold blood.
"NOO!" Thea yelled.
"WAIT!" I stopped him just in time, holding out my left hand as a sign of surrender. "Okay, okay. I give up," I said, setting my carbine rifle on the floor. "Please, just don't hurt him anymore and let him go." I held up both my hands.
Williams pointed the gun at the floor, ready to hand Geronimo to us. He turned to his armed guard behind Geronimo. "Cut his binds."
The masked guard left his L86A1 to sling on his shoulder as he brought out a switchblade out of one of his pouches and crouched behind Geronimo's back, cutting the plastic cuffs that restrained his paws. He rubbed both his wrists in relief while awaiting the guard to cut his legs free.
Geronimo was finally free from his binds, got on his paws, and ran past me towards Thea to hug her.
"I'm so glad to see you again," Thea squeaked into her brother's ear.
"Me too, Thea. I'm so sorry I disregarded you both. I'll never fall for that again," Geronimo replied.
"Are we done with the soap opera?" Williams interrupted the two's tearful reunion. They let go of each other's clutches and turned to Williams. "On to business. I've held my end of the bargain and it's time for you to hold yours."
I started to slowly step forward with my hands up. But before I could even finish my first one, Thea got a hold of my shoulder to stop me. "Don't do it, Danny," she said worriedly.
"I have to. I'm a man of my word," I replied, looking back into her eyes. "I'm sorry..."
Thea loosened her grip and let me march sluggishly towards Williams. "Danny..." she called as her paw slid off my shoulder. I could see with my peripheral vision when I turned, her eyes were flooded with tears and reached her arm for me, but Geronimo held it back. As I took my footsteps to Williams, I heard a tear drop on the carpet with my enhanced hearing, Thea's tear. It hurt me so much when she forcibly had let me go and knowing that I'm leaving her. I was scarred, but I faced my fate with full acceptance.
I was halfway to Williams as he extended his arm to welcome me into his group. "Come on, just a little further," he said. But then, I realized something. It's not over until it's over. You don't just simply surrender when there's still hope. I had to keep fighting until I really have lost the battle.
I stopped a few feet before Williams, letting my arms down. Then I stripped myself off of any gear. I took off my turquoise-tinted specs and threw it on the floor. Next, I unholstered my suppressed Glock and dropped it a few feet next to me. Then I took out my combat knife from its holder, then I threw it towards the wooden wall behind the bar, and it stuck there. Finally, I unzipped my protective tac vest, got it off and flung it away to the glass wall.
I stood still. "What are you doing? And why have you stopped?" He asked.
I replied with full of fighting spirit. "Do you think that I'm really that stupid enough to give up? I just realized something; I'm not gonna go down, WITHOUT A FIGHT!" I then set myself in a fighting stance, challenging him to a hand-to-hand. "C'mon, big boy. One on one. No guns, no help, just us, our fists and feet."
He seemed to look intimidated and hesitated to fight me, but he chose to participate anyway. He dumps his pistol on the ground, then took off his vest, leaving his black tight nylon top. Yet, he stood still like a statue. "What's the matter? Are your hands cuffed?" I challenged.
Ticked off, he charges like an angry bull towards me with a scream. "Just what I thought..."
We engaged in combat. He was to strike first, starting with a charged punch. I ducked and thus dodging the attack and countered with two blows in the abdomen, and a kick to push him away. I reset to my stance as he quickly recovers to launch another attack. Which is, a backwards kick that I managed to block by crossing my arms in front of my face.
He struck his first blow to my nose with a punch, but it barely did any damage. As he was about to throw another one, I quickly grabbed his fist, manipulating his speed and energy to throw him over my shoulder, and onto a table where it broke both Williams' fall and itself. Again, I reset myself to a stance as I waited for him to get up. Believe me when I say that he was one tough guy for a middle-aged person, because he did a martial arts recovery flip right after.
Williams was quick to strike again, this time with swinging a backhand, but dodged by a single backflip to behind a small armchair. I gave it a kick, hurtling towards him, but he kicked it away. Little did he know that it was actually a distraction so could jump to him and attack with a flying right jab. He recoiled, which gave me a chance to do a combo attack. A one-two to the face with a thrust kick to the abs that made him repel, and a flying 360 spin-back kick to the face, sending him flying and crashing into furniture.
Thea's Perspective
The guard saw his boss go down. He dropped his weapon and ran to help Williams. That was when I wanted to keep things fair; a one on one stays a one on one. I quickly reacted, chased after the guard and jumped on him before he could get to Danny. We struggled, and gave me a thrust kick when he flip himself on his back, throwing me in the air. Luckily, I landed on my paws, dragged on the carpeted floor by motion. Then I knew we had another fistfight in our paws.
"Thea! Start a tag team!" Geronimo suggested.
"Got it!" I agreed as I dodged a fist with a backflip.
My Perspective
"I knew you could be beaten by someone younger than you, but a 13 year old? That's just embarrassing," I taunted. In response, he stomped the ground with his fist in anger. Then, I felt something flowing out of my nose. I wiped the fluid to see what it was. "Huh, will you look at that. My nose is bleeding. I think you broke my nose." I touched it to readjust it. "Let me just do this and..." KRAK! "D'ah... Now that's better."
"C'mon old man, show me your moves," I taunted once more. That's when I really set his temper to lava hot, and made him jump back up to his feet.
Meanwhile at the now closed Terminal Two...
"This is Specter One, Echo-One, we're at our objective. Standing by for Phase Three," said Hussein as he hopped out of Charger. "Echo-Two and Echo-Three, report in."
"This is Hawkeye, Specter One, we're at our objective. Standing by," Paulina reported.
"Specter One, this is Specter Six, standing by," Specter Six reported.
"Roger, Hawkeye, Specter Six. Plan your strategies. Turn on thermal vision to spot for hostiles. Report in when your done, and I'll give the signal to go."
"Affirmative," both Paulina and Specter Six said.
Hussein turned to his teammates. "Alright, thermal vision on." He and his teammates touched the frame of their specs twice, and their vision was like that of a snake's.
They saw the heat signatures of two hundred fifty hostages inside, sitting on the floor at the baggage claims. A hundred on the right side, another hundred fifty on the other side. The specs helped them target twenty armed men guarding them, split evenly. Ten on the left, ten on the right. Armed marshals? All dead, lying limp on the terminal floors.
"Twenty hostiles, two hundred fifty hostages including staff, ten to fifteen dead marshals," Khalid, AKA Specter Three, confirmed.
"Got a plan, boss?" asked Kassim, AKA Specter Two.
"Hmm..." he stroked his chin, "...okay, Specter Two, you come with me. We fly over the fence, climb up the ramp at this side of the building," he pointed to his left, "...and stealth kill the guys inside. Specters Three, Four, and Five, you go infiltrate that side of the building," he pointed to his right, "..by that ramp, and I want you to storm the place. Yell to the hostages to duck down, and take out those hostiles. But, keep your firing modes at semi-auto. Got that?"
"Roger that," Khalid responded.
"But our machine guns have barely the accuracy. Are you sure we can pull this off?" Khalid wondered, wielding his suppressed FN M240B medium machine gun.
"I talked to Obi-Wan when we were in the armory. All his guns are researched and developed to shoot at a hundred percent accuracy," he reassured.
"So, you were saying, boss?" said Kassim.
"Oh yeah, and when everything's all done, we hand the hostages out to the cops by the other side of the terminal. Then, we go check out Obi-Wan and Onslaught."
Meanwhile, group Echo-Two was planning a different strategy. Nicky parked Solidad in front of the lobby that branched to the two gates as the skies darken, and tiny drops of rain started falling from the clouds above.
"Oookay, we've got about four hundred unable-to-escape hostages both local and international in the terminal. All of them on the level one floor of the departures lobby, lined up at the ticket counters and along the terminal all the way," Benjamin indicated, looking through his pair of combat specs in thermal vision. "I gotta say, they've got guts to pull off this stunt, holding the hostages near the glass walls."
"And the specs targeted two dozen hostiles, a dozen guarding the hostages, the other dozen patrolling the area around Burger King, the place where Concourse A and B split up," Nicky stated.
"And a dozen armed airport marshals died, some taken hostage, and a few thousand people managed to fled the scene before The Technologists could hold them hostage," said Pamela as a flash of lightning came from the sky.
"Worst of all, they've taken out a precinct full of Metro PD cops," Benjamin squeaked.
Paulina didn't respond as she hatches a plan while the wind blew her black and long braid of hair. "Here's how we're gonna do it," she started as she turned to her teammates. "I'll fly us up one by one, crashing into the windows of Burger King."
"Won't the sound of breaking glass attract the guards?" Trap wondered.
"It will. But, we will be literally invisible."
"How?"
"Danny had implemented Prof Von Volt's technology of electromagnetic invisibility screens from the Prof's car, Solar, into four points of our tac vests. Each on our sides, and our fronts and backs. So we activate those screens when we crash in. Plus, our specs have night vision."
"That way," Pandora interrupted, "...we can see them and we can see each other, but they can't see us," she explained to her friend who had trouble processing.
"Correct, Pandora," Paulina praised. "When I finish bringing you all up, the guards will pretty sure to check out what's going on. That's when the screens come into play. They cover for us as we pull off stealth kills."
"Slice and dice?" Violet wanted to reconfirm.
"Exactly, Dragon."
"What's next?" Colette asked eagerly.
"Killing all hostiles in sight, we proceed to the main lobby to neutralize more. We split up in two teams of four, each team taking one direction of the lobby. Then, we do more stealth kills on all remaining guards," Paulina explained.
"What's our backup plan if this doesn't work?" Pamela asked.
"Then we go to Plan B. Say that our cover was blown and we were spotted. We storm the place, neutralizing as much waves of hostiles as possible. And with their comlinks jammed, they can't call for backup. But to do such stunt without anymore civilian casualties, make sure all weapons are set to semi-auto firing modes."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Trap asked, sounding unconfident.
"Yes, I'm sure, Edam. We have suppressors, the accuracy of our weapons will surely increase."
"What about me, Hawkeye?" Colette questioned. She was sure her AA12 shotgun was no use.
"I'm sorry, Eiffel. With your shotgun being in a full-automatic state, and with it being loaded with high-spread birdshot shells, I'm afraid I cannot put you in the line of fire. However, because you're now quick and nimble, I want you to go do a close up on the guards while dodging bullets, and slice as much throats with your combat knife. Got that?"
"Roger that, mon ami. Wait, what do you mean, 'I'm now quick and nimble?'" she acted as the smile turned into a frown.
"Anyway..." Paulina interjected, avoiding her question. "Once we take out all guards, we identify ourselves as Interpol deputies to the hostages and to the cops outside as we lead them out of the terminal."
"Sounds foolproof," Pamela agreed.
"Me too," Violet supported.
"It's settled," she then turns on her earpiece, "Specter One, this is Hawkeye. Echo-Two has planned for hostage extraction. Standing by and ready to start Phase Three."
"Roger that, Hawkeye. Stand by until I give the go," Hussein responded.
At Terminal Three, Echo-Three had something simple in mind. "Listen up, men," started Specter Six. "There are two hundred people in that terminal. Some dozen marshals are down and some taken hostage, and we need to bring 'em out into safety. Here's the plan; we fly into there, crashing in through the windows. Then, we split into two teams at the waiting area and I want all of us to just storm the place. Take out all hostiles in sight. When everything's settled, we identify ourselves as Interpol agents to the hostages and the cops as we lead them out. Simple. Is that clear?"
"Affirmative!" His squad responded.
"Specter One, this is Specter Six. Echo-Two's strategies have been planned and is standing by to strike."
"Roger that, Specter Six. Roll call! Echo-One is standing by, ready for Phase Three," said Hussein.
"Echo-Three standing by, ready to carry Phase Three," Paulina reported.
"Echo-Three is standing by, ready for Phase Three green light," Specter Six radioed, carrying the same message.
"This is Specter One, all teams are ready for breach. Remember, weapons are tight." Then Hussein gave the next order. "All jammer operators, jamming enemy comlinks in three, two, one, NOW!" They all pressed the jammer buttons on their belts. "Alright, Echoes. Phase three is a green light. LET'S DO THIS!"
"Team, let's disappear!" They all located the white buttons placed conveniently on their left shoulders and pushed it to make themselves unseen, and activated night vision. "Edam, you're first."
"A-are you sure? I mean, I realize that I weigh as much as Solidad," Trap stated.
"Yeah. The jetpack's got enough thrust to lift you."
"Alright," Trap agreed as he stepped forward. "But be gentle with my arms."
"I'll try..." Trap positioned himself in front of Paulina, facing the building and looking at the window. Paulina grabbed Trap's arm by the underside behind him. "Edam, I want you to curl up like a furball when I throw you to the window," she said.
"So, the whole point of me going first is because I'm the battering ram?"
"Ee...no. More like a wrecking ball," she corrected.
She inhales deeply and sighs it out. "Okay, on my one. Three, two, one...!" The jetpack gave it all when it and Paulina lifted him with a long grunt about thirteen feet, about to crash through the glass.
"Throwing you in three, two, one! Hyargh!"
Trap hugged his legs, spun vertically in slow motion, knocked the glass and shattered it, tumbling into chairs and tables inside. Dazed and dizzy, he stopped, sitting on the floor as his eyes spun around cartoonish-ly.
"You alright, Edam?" Paulina wondered, still hovering outside the broken window.
Trap raised his index finger. "I'll be..." he shook his head to snap out of the dizziness. "..alright."
"Be alert, they'll be here any second. I'll be back with the rest."
"Wilco!" he replied with a salute. Paulina then flys back down to fetch the rest while Trap removed his knife from its holder as he heard the footsteps of the guards checking around. He crawled against the toppled tables and peeped out. He then readies himself and his weapon by twirling the blade to the bottom of his fist, preparing to attack.
After a while, she flew up with the rest of The Crew, in a chain of two mice on her left arm (occupied by Pam and Nic), and three on her right (held by Violet, Pandora, and Benjamin). She swung them back and forth so two of them could land and pull the other three into the building. Lastly, Paulina hovered inside.
Upon facing Trap who still had the knife in his paw and panting, in front of him were the bodies of five Technologist guards. With an astonished look on everyone's faces, Trap turned around as he noticed his teammates arrival. "Where were you guys?" he started.
"Edam, you stabbed all these people? In ten seconds?" Colette asked with her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"I'll have to admit, it was hard. Even with the screens turned on." He twirled the weapon with the bloody blade around and stored it back into its holder.
"So we have seven people left to take out outside. And a dozen more at the lobby downstairs. Let's advance!" Paulina commanded.
They crept through what was left of Burger King and made it to the car rental booth in the lobby outside the restaurant. There, seven guards remain to be massacred. Is the word appropriate for the situation?
Seven against eight, they were totally outnumbered. Paulina gave the 'slashing throat' signal. Kill.
"ARGH!"
"D'ORGH!"
"N'URKH"
"N'ARG!"
"D'UGH!"
"MMMRRRGGHH!
"D'ARGH!"
Paulina pulled out her jagged combat knife out of the final guard's neck, and directed her team to continue to the stairs to descend to the ground floor.
"Keep a low profile. Whatever you do, don't get caught," Paulina advised, whispering. She peered down the rails of the stairs, seeing how many people's lives were in her and her team's paws. "Split up. Let's go free some hostages..."
Meanwhile...
"AAAARRRGGGHHH! D'ARGH!" That was the sound of Williams' scream, when he flew across the Lounge and landed hard on another wooden table, breaking it. The cause of that was from a combo uppercut that lifted him and an airborne kick that trusted him away.
We've been fighting for roughly fifteen minutes. We've been using furniture as throwing weapons, using cheat moves, and pulling off advanced kicks and punches such as the spinning hook kick, my special airborne drill punch, and the 720-spinning roundhouse kick to our advantages.
We were both badly beaten up, but I was not injured as bad as Williams. The most noticeable, distinct, and obvious physical wounds on me were the slash along my right arm, when he took the combat knife that I threw away from the bar and used it as his own, the cut on my left cheek from where he constantly punched when he got me pinned, and the cut on the left side of my forehead where Williams slammed my face on the bar.
Williams was in worse condition. A broken and bleeding nose like mine, a slash on the right cheek when I got a hold of my knife from him, a same cut on the forehead when I swung a bar stool into his face, a broken rib, a stubbed toe when he missed-kicked me and hit a chair instead, a bruised shin, a pair of kicked nuts, and a broken fingernail when I crushed it on the bar's countertop with a fire extinguisher.
Meanwhile in the tag team, the guard KO'd Geronimo in the first five minutes when Thea tagged him in. He was combo'd with multiple jabs, and a single uppercut to finish him off. Thea's anger was supercharged, making her strength double to avenge her brother. And boy...did she beat the crap outta him.
Far from being crippled, I continued fighting and reset to a stance. "God, this old man won't give up..." I muttered to myself. Then, I heard a scream from across the lounge, Williams scream. Out of nowhere, a wooden chair came into my face, and I quickly ducked down with a "Whoa!" as it landed with a crash. "C'mon, Danny! You can do this!" I motivated myself.
Meanwhile...
Paulina was engaging with the guard as he noticed her presence. But she was still invisible. He noticed the other guards dropping on the floor, dying of 'no apparent reason'. That's when he suspected that someone was here. He aimed and fired his L86 assault rifle in random directions until he was determined that he hit the invisible person. The hostages were scared of the sound of gunfire, gasping and some screamed in terror. He had no idea that Paulina was actually behind him. The opportunity to strike was wide open, so she took it and stabbed the guard in the neck.
After letting go of the knife and dropping with a thud, she made contact with her squadmates from the edge of the south lobby. "Echo-Three Division Two, this is Hawkeye. Division One has cleared the south lobby of guards, I need to know your progress."
"This is Eiffel, Division Two has eliminated all hostiles at the north lobby, we're ready for hostage extraction," Colette reported from the edge of the north lobby.
"Echo-Three, time to reappear and introduce ourselves."
They all pushed the button on their shoulders to deactivate the screens. The reactions of the hostages upon seeing the mice appear out of nowhere were somewhat creeped out, feared, confused, mind blown, and other mental reactions that I cannot list here.
"Big Smoke, patch my mic into the PA system," Paulina commanded.
He took out his Ben Pad and did what he did best. "Your wireless signal is connected, Hawkeye," the thirteen-year-old informed.
"Copy that," Paulina replied. "Testing, one...two...three... Attention to all individuals! Do not fear! We are Interpol deputies! We are here to rescue you!" she announced. Upon hearing the message, everyone sighed in relief. "People at the north lobby, I need you follow the blonde deputy's instructions and then she and her team will lead you out of here. People on the south lobby, I need you to do the same with me. Then me and my team will lead you out of here."
"Alright everyone, I need you all to form a double-file line right here!" Benjamin instructed.
"Make sure you stick to your families!" Violet advised. The words were said by Colette and Pandora as well.
They all lined up in two lines, each extended to the center entrance. "Now I want you guys to stay put as the deputies and I go get some help from the police." She got off the mic and contacted her teammates again. "Eiffel and Edam, you know what to do. And don't wield your weapons." She turned to Violet. "Dragon, you're coming with me. Outback, you stay with the hostages." she said.
They set their paws out of the terminal with their forepaws up after the sensor-activated doors opened for them. "Don't shoot! We're Interpol deputies!" Paulina shouted to the LVPD officers and SWAT team.
"We're here to free the hostages!" Violet added.
Over at the north, Colette and Trap embedded the same message into their speeches. "Hold your fire! We're Interpol!" Trap shouted as the officers aimed at them.
"We've come to free the hostages!" Colette supported. Then one of the SWAT team members armed with an M4 carbine rifle ran out from behind a SWAT truck to close in on the two. He was the captain as seen on his insignia.
"Where's your superior, agents?" said the SWAT team's captain.
"He's freeing hostages at Terminal Two, capitaine," answered Colette.
"We need six of your men to secure the exit point," Trap requested.
The captain put his mouth near his walkie talkie on his right chest pocket. "Team, I need six men here to cover the entrance for hostage extraction."
"Roger that," one of his teammates replied.
Six men ran out from behind the SWAT truck to the entrance and lined up from on either side of the doorway. "Ask them to stay until we bring them out," said the female mouseling.
The two mice stepped back inside the terminal, signaling the other two for extraction. "Okay, I want everyone to exit through these doors in a calm orderly fashion, and the SWAT team will lead you to safety," Pam instructed.
They proceeded to move out of the building, and two by two, the SWAT covered the hostages by running alongside them in three second intervals to safety.
Back at the south lobby, the same thing happened with no complications.
"Hawkeye, Specter One. Echo-One and Echo-Three has finished rescuing the hostages. I need to know what's going on with you," Hussein contacted.
"Specter One to Hawkeye. Echo-Two has successfully executed Phase Three, the hostages in Terminal One are now safe and sound," Paulina reported.
"Good job, Echo-Two. Echo-One is on the way. Proceed to rendezvous point," Hussein congratulated.
"Echo-Three, proceed to final objective! On to Concourse D!" Paulina commanded, starting to run with her team out to where they started.
They got back to the wreckage of Burger King and jumped out the glass from thirteen feet, extending their arms to the side for balance, and landed with a roll. Paulina was lucky to have my jetpack, she hovered down conveniently and landed on her paws. After all that, they hopped onto Solidad, and rolled to Concourse D.
Meanwhile, five minutes just before that...
Thea and I have been fighting each other's opponents for another seven blood-pumping minutes. With Williams slightly crippled and coughing up blood from being hit in the gut hard, fighting was easier for me because I had the upper advantage. My left arm's muscle tissue was torn, rendering it useless. But, that didn't stop me from battling on. I could still throw punches and swing elbows with my right arm and throw kicks. The glass walls were then shattered out of the loose items in the Lounge being mis-thrown out. In fact, there was no furniture left in The Centurion Lounge in the Premium Bar at all. All that was, was an empty room, just a blank carpeted floor.
On Thea's side of things, she was still engaging the guard, taking the tag team elsewhere in the Lounge. With minor scars and bleeding on the right side of her left forehead, she was still able to fight till only one stands. The guard? Thea beat the hell out of him. He suffered a broken arm, five broken ribs, got kicked in the nuts (thrice), and a broken wrist.
"YOU!" Thea threw a punch in the nose of the guard.
"SHOULD HAVE NOT!" She threw another in the cheek.
"KNOCK OUT!" She made a one-two to the abs, making the guard cough out blood.
"MY BROTHER!" She did the best and one of her most deadliest kicks, the airborne spinning hook kick. Instantly knocking him out.
As a taunt, she held Bruce Lee's Kung Fu stance, jumped around, and wiped her nose. Then, she continued to see me at the Premium Bar.
Meanwhile, Williams was backing off of me, avoiding himself to be hit once again. Reminding myself of what he did to my friends and family, I took the enraged moment to jump, spin 360 degrees around in a counter-clockwise direction, and did a soccer-scoring kick to his face, and landed back on my feet. At the moment, Williams was sent flying again. This time, spinning like a drill. He landed on his back a few feet away with a loud and painful grunt. But, what I did NOT notice, was that the place where he landed was the spot he dumped his silver Desert Eagle. It was slightly out of reach of his right hand.
Taking slow steps to him, I gave him two choices. "You see, Williams...you've got two options here. Either you stop fighting me, live, surrender, face the trials for what you have done to the whole world and especially my family..."
"Or you die...right here...right now."
But he begged to differ. "Or I turn the tables, and kill you instead!"
That was when I saw the gun next to him. I took off in the opposite direction, but not to run away before he could take a shot of me literally. I was running towards Thea so she could throw me my HK416 back to me.
Williams struggled to reach his gun, and at any second he could aim and shoot. I had six meters left, but Thea already threw the carbine rifle over to me as the world plunged into slow motion. I reacted quick and caught the rifle by its two grips, turned around and aimed the muzzle towards Williams head. I saw the beaten up man already pointing the pistol in hand at me as he props his body up with his left elbow. His arm shook as he held the gun, probably because of muscle cramps.
"Put the gun down, Williams. I know we both don't want things to end this way," I warned. But he refused and aimed still. So I tried again. "Gun. Down. Now."
"I will never surrender to any of you. If it means dying, SO BE IT! You'll never take me alive," he said.
There was only one more .50 Action Express cartridge in that gun, already loaded in the chamber. He spent the other six rounds to finish off the Metro PD cops at their precinct back at Terminal 1.
The moment came for him to say his last words, before he pulled the trigger. "GOODBYE, DANIAL ARIF!" he said. Ignoring my warnings and rejected the options, he proceeded to relieve the itch of his trigger finger by pulling it.
The sound and recoil of that gun was ridiculously loud and strong. The explosion nearly popped my ears and the recoil made the gun itself and Williams' arm throw upwards. I saw the speeding bullet whizzed in front of my face as my life began to play in slo-mo, dodging the hollow point bullet to my right, swinging my left arm to the back and my right still aiming the gun. I had my vision at my front, and that was probably the biggest mistake of my life.
After dodging the flying bullet that travelled at Mach 3, I threw my arm back to the foregrip and reset my body to firing position. "Big mistake. Probably the biggest one you'll ever make," I said cool and calmly. But not for long.
"And dodging the bullet will be the biggest and stupidest mistake you've ever made in your life," he replied. That's when I noticed that my worst nightmare has been realized.
"Danny," Thea called from behind me, sounding weak.
The bullet I dodged hit Thea in the abdomen. She was standing from where she threw me the carbine rifle, which was right behind me.
I slowly turned my head around upon hearing her call my name. I saw her freezing in place while looking at her wound, and her face looked like she was about to black out from blood loss. Her vest was intact, though the bullet seemed to penetrate it. Strange, how does hollow point ammunition penetrate armor?
She was loosing her balance, and collapsed to the ground hard with only the carpets there to soften the landing. "THEA!" I yelled as I watched in panic.
I left Williams from gunpoint and ran to her in order to aid her. Five huge steps were took until she was in my reach, and at the fifth step where velocity was in maximum, I slid on the floor with my knees, instantly kneeling by her side. I took her head and set it on my lap.
It was getting dark, as the sun was began to touch the horizon and the clouds have covered the whole of Vegas. The lights on the ceiling began to turn on for the night. Thea was moaning in pain, pushing her head against the floor in vain. I panicked at first, but I cooled down. "Stay with me Thea! Everything's gonna be alright, ya hear?" She was too in pain to respond, but I took it as a yes anyway.
I began to sweat as I proceeded to unzip her vest and take a look at the injury. It was bloody alright, it streamed out like a river, soaking up her olive green shirt. "Oh God, blood's coming out fast. I gotta take out the bullet inside you," I told.
I turned on my X-Ray vision to see what was inside her. The hollow point round banana'd out in her abdomen when it hit her, causing more damage to her internals. I had to take it out quickly because if I don't, she'll die of lead poisoning before she does of blood loss.
I was sweating even more after Thea started coughing up blood as she moaned even louder in suffering. "The hollow point's spread out at the tip deep inside you, I need to close it back up with the Force before I can take it out. This'll hurt a bit, just hold back the pain, okay? I'm sorry..."
I held up my hand over the injury and slowly closed up the tip. Thea was closing her eyes tight, screaming in extreme pain. I could do nothing about it but leave a mental scar that really hurt.
I was sobbing by then. At the same time, my heart pumped adrenalin to every part of my body out of pressure. It was really hard to focus not to hurt her as much as I can with all that happening. "Okay, I've closed up the bullet. Now, I'm gonna take it out of you. This'll hurt even bad, but don't worry. It'll hurt me more that it will to you."
I unloaded an unspent round from the chamber of my HK416, grabbed it while it was in midair and separated the bullet from its casing. "Here, bite this," I said. I neared my hand to her mouth, she opened it wide enough so I could stick it between her upper and lower molar teeth. "In three...two...one..."
I twisted my hand up with three fingers bent and slightly extended, then I slowly pulled it out of her abdomen by moving my hand up. She screamed long and loud, muffled by her almost closed mouth, shutting her eyes as tight as ever to hold back the agony. I couldn't bear to see her suffer, so I closed my eyes, and started to shed tears."I'm sorry, Thea...I'm so sorry..." I said, overwhelming with regret.
The .50 cal was about to come out of the wound, sprouting out like some kind of growth made of lead. Then it finally popped up, all crushed up and crumpled. Thea stopped her screams, panting, and spat out the bullet I gave her. "How does a hollow point penetrate armor?" I wondered aloud.
"That's a smart armor-penetrating hollow point," said the voice in the background. Williams must've overheard my spoken thought. "It penetrates hard surfaces and spreads when hit with a soft surface. I just finished developing it yesterday and tested it on the Metro PD officers back at Terminal-" he was cut off by me, throwing the pistol in his hand to his forehead with the Force, giving it another cut and knocked him unconscious. I've heard enough of his mumbling for one day, so I decided to shut him up.
I turned my attention back to my dying friend slash pretend sister, and moved on with healing her. Her blood was then flowing out like a raging water rapid, in a massive amount. "Now I'm gonna close and fix up your wounds. You'll feel some slight tingling," I informed. I hovered my hand over her wound and started to do a Force Heal. It slowed down the bleeding, but in a sluggish rate. She was growing weaker and weaker by every second of the clock ticked, so I had to heal her fast.
"C'mon, Thea! Don't give up on me!" I motivated her again as a flash of lightning came down along with a loud roar of thunder.
The healing process was going slow, because at some point of pressure I couldn't focus on the Force, especially when I'm frustrated or stressed. I needed to be cool and calm in order to speed up. But the problem was, when the process went slow, I got even more frustrated, so I couldn't get myself to settle down. Unless Thea had the energy to speak.
"C'MON, DAMMIT! HEAL!" I yelled at myself as self-punishment.
I almost lost hope, then once more, my eyes started tearing up. One by one, I felt them rundown my face from each eye. As I slowly healed her, I didn't notice Thea opening her eyes narrowly and starring at me.
"Danny..." she started in her weak voice. I ignored her and tried to pay full attention in patching her up.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." I said to myself, tightly shutting my eyes.
"Danny..." she called again, coughing blood out.
"What?" I responded immediately, looking back into her eyes. I never realized that I was still Force Healing her.
"I'm really sorry Danny," she apologized.
"For what?"
"I've failed you Danny...as an agent to protect you..."
"No!" I denied. "You did a wonderful job! To me you were more than an agent; you were and always will be my friend! You care for me, you protected me, and you were always there for me, Thea! You've done so much for me in the past few days..." I paused to hang my head in regret as I started to cry, "...I wish I could do the same to you..."
"Come here," she called. I came closer to her, then she put on a faint smile.
Out of nowhere, my chip commanded to our earpieces to play an emotional piano cover of Phil Collins' 'You'll Be In My Heart'.
Then she started to sing the lyrics as the cover played. "Come stop your crying, it'll be alright. Just take my paw, hold it tight..." She took my hand and gripped it.
"I have protected you, from all around you... I will be here, don't you cry..."
"For one so small, you seem so strong...my arms have held you, kept you safe and warm."
"This bond between us, can't be broken...I will be here," she poked my chest, .."don't you cry..." She wiped my tears away.
"'Cause you'll be in my heart, yes, you'll be in my heart... From this day on, now and forever more..."
I continued the rest; "And you'll be in my heart...no matter what they say...you'll be here in my heart..."
Thea interrupts; "Always..."
She brought my head close to hers and closed our eyes, which brought us to tears as we recalled our memories we had in our minds.
Then it happened.
I felt her hand that pulled my head to hers stopped pulling me in. It went limp. In fact, when I moved a little to check on her, her whole body felt limp.
"Thea?" I called. I moved a little, which made her paw fall on the ground. "Thea?" I called again, in a concerned voice. That was when I decided to check her pulse.
I put two of my left-hand fingers on under the side of her jaw to check her pulse, turned out...
Nothing. She was gone.
The tears flooded in my eyes and blurred my vision. I never knew that the time would come...she died in her line of duty. I started crying over her death as the rain started to fall heavily in a few seconds. "THEAAAAA!" I screamed as the storm clouds shot a bolt of lightning out of the sky.
I mourned for a few minutes before I finally settled down. I set her body down on the floor, crouching as a way of saying our final goodbye.
Williams had been up on his feet the moment I turn my attention to him. He was awake while I was mourning a couple of minutes back. The longer I stare a him, my hatred towards him grew bigger inside me. In the same time, my passion for Thea to avenge her popped in my heart as a little dot. It grew, and from passion, I gained strength. And with strength I gained power. With that power, I believed I could defeat Williams. Or so I thought.
The Dark Side was pulling me away from the Light and into itself, condemning me into becoming a Sith. My eyes turned sulphuric yellow from brown with some bloodshot areas around the iris, my skin turned slightly pale, and I felt that I was possessing powers from the Dark Side.
He was right there, standing across the empty room as we stared at each other eye to eye. Filled up with so much hate, I proceeded with an attempt to kill him.
Entering the Dark Side, I shot up whitish-blue lightning from my fingers of both hands at a power so tremendous and destructive as I supercharged it with my anger and pain, the wind blew like a hurricane and I myself recoiled when it launched out my fingers. But, shockingly the Force Lightning I used didn't seem to fry him to crisp. Even more shocking, Williams was holding up some kind of weapon, a sword, with the blade covering up his face. But it wasn't an ordinary sword from medieval times, but way older. The blade was glowing bright red, whirring. It absorbed the lightning I exerted out, and fell weak.
Williams had a lightsaber of his own.
It made no sense. Only my master and I have the plans to build a lightsaber. "What the hell?" I mumbled to myself.
Williams moved the blade away from his face and let out a sinister laugh. "Ah... How do you like my lightsaber? I built it myself with the help of your friend," he said, waving his saber around. "He was very good at being a mole, I should've thanked him for stealing the plans for me, but since he's captured, maybe not."
I snarled and bared my teeth in anger, putting my powers back at full swing, drew out my saber's hilt from the belt and activated the two blades, which, turned red for some reason. I twirled it around my body, and set in a stance as I held the saber at an angle, preparing to engage Williams in a lightsaber duel.
He acted first by running towards me with a battle cry, holding his lightsaber at his side. I did the same, screaming much louder than him. We got to each other, then engaged our weapons in duel.
Our blades clashed in a bladelock, pushing each other to the opposite direction. We backed off at a short distance, then came my first thrust as he repelled a step. By then, I struck him with a series of strikes, with one thrust after another. The moves just come to my head at a spontaneous rate, fighting without even thinking about the next move. I tried to strike vulnerable targets of his body, but each time the plasma blade nears the said target, he parries my saber away. He backflips away to replenish his energy for his time to strike.
I jumped in front of him as he was thrusting the blade upwards from the side, parrying his attack with my second blade, and front flipped over him, landing behind him on my feet. I took the advantage to strike his unprotected back, but Williams swung his saber over his head to block that attack as if he anticipated it. He twisted his body to face me, then he succeeded to take his turn to make a move. To be honest, he was quite the fencer.
At one point when we fought close to Thea's body, Williams struck me down on the floor, pinning me as one of my saber's blades held him back, while the other almost touched her. I thrust kicked his gut and pushed him away so I could stop him from desecrating my friend's body. He thudded on the carpet and got back up.
I still didn't note at the moment that my right hand was still glowing bluish-white from using the Force Heal.
I propped my body back up with my lightsaber stabbed on the floor. I had a thought all of a sudden, I didn't want our duel to ruin Thea's body physically. Although still cold and wet outside with the sudden thunderstorm going on, I took the decision to take the fight outside.
I glanced at Thea for one last time, then I retracted the blades, and set off to take on Williams.
I found a way to drive Williams out of The Centurion Lounge, and we proceeded to the center of the concourse, and got him cornered at the glass wall facing the runways.
I Force Sped to Williams, pushing him outside, crashing through the glass wall. I continued to do so into the rain and till we reached the runways. I know this is getting old but, out of the light and into the dark. Literally.
I stopped from supersonic to a standstill in no time at all. I grabbed Williams shirt to cushion his speed so he wouldn't crash into the hangars at the speed of sound. He tumbled for another fifty feet from me, grunting each time he bounced off the grass. I turned on my lightsaber to light up our battleground, as Williams' saber alone and the glowing of my hand didn't suffice or satisfy my eyes' hunger for a hint of vision.
As the Rebel's theme played in my head, I stated his crimes against me. "You've killed my family!" I screamed from far, slowly walking to him. "You took my best friend, hurt and killed my newfound ones! Your rain of terror and your life ends...today."
Williams just finished propping himself up with his legs, standing with a stance. The violent hum of his lightsaber filled my ears, calling me forth and signaling that he was ready to engage. I ran up to him, and executed a Saber Throw with a snarl.
Meanwhile...
The Crew had taken off to where I was with Echo-One. In the downpour and dark, Paulina who was behind the wheel turned on Solidad's headlights. Hussein followed her lead behind her, and as the thunder rages through the air, the convoy that drove past Concourse C saw me and Williams fly out of the building and onto the runways.
"Did you see that, Hawkeye?" Nicky asked from the truck bed, drenching herself in the rain with Pamela, Benjamin, and Trap.
"Affirmative," answered Paulina.
"What was that?" Hussein said.
"I've no clue...the only thing I could make out of it was that it's red and long like a lightsaber."
"Are you sure? Thea told us that his was blue," Colette recalled.
"Yeah, no way that could be Danny's," Hussein said in disbelief.
"I'm just saying that that's what I see..." Paulina defended her point. Then she saw my double-bladed sabers activate. "Okay, is it just me, or am hallucinating? I'm seeing a red double-blader being activated fifty feet from the single-blader."
"I'm seeing it in the rain," Benjamin stated from the truckbed.
"Me too," Pamela confirmed.
"No friggin' way! Danny couldn't have turned to the Dark Side! He wouldn't!" Hussein denied.
"If he did, then something bad must've happened. Let's move, full speed!" commanded Paulina.
She downshifted from fourth to third at 4000 rpm, gaining more torque and power at the redline.
Geronimo's Perspective
I had eventually woken up from the knock out I suffered after that uppercut. My vision was slightly blurred, my head was aching, and my jaw felt like it broke although it didn't. After I readjusted my eyesight to focus, I found myself in some part of the Lounge, it was the Computer Bar. I pushed myself up from lying on my back so I could sit. I rubbed my head and jaw to relieve the pain as I pulled on a desktop to prop myself up. Dazed, I lost balance and almost fell. Luckily, I held on to the desk for support.
Groaning while holding my head as it ached, I began moving through the Lounge while holding onto whatever I could that helped me stand in search of Thea. "Thea!" I called aloud.
With no answer, I limped deeper into the Lounge as looked around. "Thea!" I called again.
I didn't give up hope. She was in there somewhere. "Thea!" I shouted, louder and started to sound more concerned.
I scoured every square inch of the place, but still not even a single hint of her. So, I went to look at one of the directories.
I looked and recalled which of the places that I've checked, trying to eliminate them and leave the unchecked place revealed. I've looked at the workspaces, started off at the Computer Bar, scanned the restaurant and Family Lounge, then I realized that there was one place I haven't set paw in.
"The Premium Bar!" I figured.
I made my way, limping, to the deepest part of the Lounge. "Thea!" I yelled.
I made it to the bar, looking around blindly, searching for support so I don't lose my balance. Then I saw her. On the ground, lying down with her vest open, exposing her bloody shirt.
"Oh no," was my response when I saw her. "Thea!"
I gained my balance, and quickly ran to her side. I nearly panicked, but I remembered my training from when I first joined the agency. I checked her pulse at her neck, but not even a beat from her heart.
"No, no, no, no, no!" I started doing CPR. I pressed my two paws repeatedly on her chest about five times, counting them out. I was forced to do mouth to mouth for her sake, and I kept doing that every five times I pressed her chest. Okay, I know it's awkward but wouldn't you do the same if you were in this situation?
"C'mon, don't give up on me! Three, four, five..." I said, diving in for another mouth to mouth.
Just after that, I saw her earpiece still stuffed inside her ear. Clearly she and Danny had came with someone else. So I took it out and wore it on my ear.
"This is Interpol Special Agent Geronimo Stilton, is anyone out there?" I spoke as I did more CPR.
"Geronimo? Is that you?" responded a familiar voice.
"Agent Hussein! It's me!" I clarified. "I need backup and a defibrillator over here! I have a ten fifty-three! I repeat, Thea has been shot!"
"What's your twenty?"
I was just coming up from mouth to mouth. "Concourse D, The Centurion Lounge, in the Premium Bar! One, two, three..."
"Hang tight! We're in level one! We're coming right up!"
I kept doing the procedure until they showed up at the door a few moments later.
"G, we're here!" Hussein said. In my heart I was sighing in relief. "Pandora! Get the defibrillator!" She came running through the doorway with the portable automated external defibrillator in her paw. The others followed behind her and circled around.
She kneeled down at the other side as I still pressed down Thea's chest repeatedly. She held the little electrode pads in her paws. She placed one pad under the shirt on Thea's left side and the other into her collar and above her right chest. "Charge, one hundred," she announced as the defibrillator charged up the pads with electricity. "Charged, three, two, one, CLEAR!" The device discharged the electricity down Thea's body, making it slightly jolt to the contraction of her muscles.
The monitor was still flatlining, and Pandora instructed me to do CPR again. "Charge, two hundred."
I pressed Thea's chest for another five times, then the defibrillator charged up. I let go of her chest as Pandora starts the countdown. "Three, two, one, CLEAR! Still no pulse.
We repeated the procedure for another four minutes, and with the charge up to 500. But Thea still showed no signs of life.
Pandora shook her snout after we discharged the electricity up to 500. She lost hope, teared up and sobbed. "I'm sorry Geronimo. She's gone."
I didn't want to accept the fate, but there was nothing I can do to change it. She was now gone, and I'm left alone.
I couldn't contain the tears, so I just let it out slowly, pulling her corpse onto my lap. I laid my head on hers, crying over the tragic loss of my sister.
Everyone on the scene took a moment of silence to mourn. Benjamin came to Pandora's side to comfort her although he himself cried, the Thea Sisters huddled and cried facing each other, and the Wolf Pack and Trap only hung their heads.
My Perspective
All my anger that powered my ability to Force Heal Thea channeled out my hand, and let it out in a Dark Rage. I had to use the power because I was losing to Williams at the moment.
The lightning flashes from above and thunders raged. "HAHAHAHAHA!" Williams laughed sinisterly after kicking me away as part of his defense.
I growled, letting the rage empower me. I sped to him, releasing another frenzy of stabs and thrusts. But he blocked and parried every attack I threw at him. The Dark Rage only lasted for a few seconds, and it sapped all of my energy when it went away. I backfliped away in reflex so Williams couldn't strike, and gave me a chance to reenergize.
"LOOK AT YOU, BOY, YOU ARE WEAK! If you were a real Jedi, you would have defeated me by now," he challenged. My aggression was over its crescendo. I had my sight on a small Cessna 172 near the runway just behind Williams, picked it up with telekinesis and threw the plane at him. The left wing was supposed to hit him. But, my plan backfired. As if he was expecting it, he turned his back on me and sliced the wing off. The rest of the plane sped past him, and the sliced wing hurtled toward me like a bat out of hell, hitting me in the face.
I was dragged a few feet away with the wing on top of me, onto the tarmac runway. I lifted the wing and put it aside, pushing myself back up.
He came walking slowly to me. "Join me, boy, and conquer the world with me. Or, you suffer the same fate as your friend," he proposed, pointing the edge of his saber's blade at me.
Obviously, I rejected the first option. "NEVER! I will never join you!"
"Very well then..." Another shocker for me as he shot light purple lightning out of his glove. I quickly put my lightsaber in front of me and absorbed the five second electric charge.
"No! You couldn't be!" I denied. I thought that he was a Sith Lord.
"No, of course I'm not a Sith!" he replied. "The lightning was from my gloves, they harness static electricity from the ground and I can release it in a catastrophic form anytime I want by just thinking it!" He released more of it to me just to show off, and it was strong. I was pushed away while my saber absorbed every part of it when he shot me with some. "Heheh, this is kind of fun!" He stated, shooting me with more lightning.
His taunt made me enraged, and powered with it, I Force Repulsed as a reflex to make him back off. I ran in his direction as he recovers, performing a Saber Throw as I Force Jumped. He made a flip on his feet, and the flying lightsaber collided with his as he blocked. While in the air, I caught my saber and held it up for it to slice Williams in half. I landed with my blade striking his, and so we engaged in another bladelock.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" I interrogated as the clashing sound of our lightsabers stuffed our ears.
"You stole something from me! And I want it back!"
We backed off each other and started walking in circles as we argued. "What could I have possibly stolen from you, huh? TELL ME!" I yelled.
"YOU TOOK THE CHIP FROM ME!"
"That makes no sense! THE FRIGGIN' CHIP DOESN'T EVEN BELONG TO YOU!"
"You just don't get it do you? I WAS THE ONE WHO CREATED THAT BLOODY CHIP!" he claimed as he hit his chest. Then another lightning bolt struck that came along with thunder.
"What?" I reacted in disbelief.
"I was the original creator back in 1991, Philips and I spent the next fifteen years perfecting it, then he kicked me out of Project Superhuman when he found out about the feature I added and claimed the credit to himself."
"The EMP..."
"Yes, the EMP. The I was going to mass produce that chip and implant them in the brains of the soldiers of the British Army. The EMP was supposed to put to use when the Army landed in the States, putting their weapons to no use."
"You want to start the whole American Revolutionary War all over again? YOU'RE CRAZY!"
"In the name of the Queen, I'D DO ANYTHING TO RECLAIM WHAT WE LOST IN THAT WAR! The Americans may have won two centuries ago, but this time, WE, THE BRITISH WILL!"
"YOU WANT TO BRING SOMETHING UP FROM TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO? HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF THE EXPRESSION LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND?"
"Haven't you, Danial? You seem to bring up your family to this fight to avenge them..."
My anger was at its melting point as he crossed the line. I snarled. "R'ARRGGHH!" I unleashed my supercharged fury by letting out a Force Storm out of my ten fingers, a stronger variant of the Force Lightning. At the same time, Williams too did the same move, and our powers battled at the center. The wind blew stronger as if we were at the middle of the ocean facing a whirlpool, the whole stretch of runway lit up by the lightning's light, and the colors mixed between my whitish-blue with his light purple.
It was me versus him in a lightning showdown, with his side of the powers came closer towards me. Over time, I became weak. I couldn't push the ball of lightning away, my powers decreased greatly in a few seconds. I kept pushing with groans, struggling to not get myself killed. But, Williams broke through, and gave his all and pushed the lightning ball into my face.
"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" I screamed as the lightning ball touched me.
I blacked out, dragged along the runway. I had to wake up, before Williams could stab me while I was KO'd. I needed some help, some kind of miracle. Then I heard a voice, a male, and he sounded very familiar. He said:
"Let go off your rage..."
By every second and line, Williams was a step closer to approaching me.
"Control your anger..."
"Face your fears..."
"And relieve your pain."
"Do not fight to avenge your friends and family. That is not the Jedi way."
"Fight for the right cause. Fight to stop evil."
"Thea needs you back, Danny. She needs you to keep fighting."
"Wake up and continue, Danial."
"Do it for her. She would want you to."
I woke up with my eyes wide open, seeing him about to plant his saber into my chest. But he was somehow mesmerized by my transformation and stopped. My eyes turned blue, my clothing changed to some kind of white robe, my wounds, cuts, and injuries healed, and all the negative feelings inside me had gone away. I had returned the Light Side of the Force, giving me even more strength.
Williams continued to stab me, but I quickly split my saber hilt and turned the blade on, which turned blue from red. I crossed my sabers in front of me, shielding myself as he kept pushing his closer. I delivered him a thrust kick so he would get of me, and gave me time to stand. He touched down with his lightsaber in the ground far enough to give me time for recovery.
I was back on my two feet, standing tall and strong in my new Jedi form. Williams got up slowly, shaking his head out of dizziness.
He spotted my blue sabers in the darkness of the rain as I held them in a stance. He was petrified after pulling his saber out of the ground. I wanted him to attack so he'd run out of energy. So I challenged him in my thick British accent. "What's the matter, Williams? Afraid to fight a Jedi?"
I can see the rage built up in his face. He frowned, raised his weapon and assailed toward me like a jouster on a horse.
I still can't believe how I still couldn't notice that I was still Force Healing Thea from far.
"C'mon, come get some!" I said to myself.
With another one of his loud battle cries, I braced myself for his attack. As he rushed to me with a thrust of his lightsaber, I Force Sped away behind him to dodge his assault, and counterattacked by landing a good kick in the back, making him almost stumble forward. Turning back, he just continued to swing random thrusts, tiring him even more.
Once again, another duel had begun. This time, a battle of blue versus red, cyborg versus human, and good versus evil. Williams aggression was really amped up, vigorously throwing all the moves he knew. Blocking and parrying was made easy with my split sabers, crossing the plasma blades in front during a frontal strike, spinning to deflect his swings from the side, and twirling the sabers to form a shield. And every time I thought that I couldn't defend, I just Force Speed to behind him and hit him with a minor kick.
We fought for what seemed to feel like two minutes. I stalled him until he was too tired to fight, and took the advantage to take him down in that state. "My turn!" I muttered.
I had to finish him off while I can, fast, quick, and I had to do it right. Make a wrong move, and I'll have to stall him again. It's like one of those boss fights in video games when the boss is almost defeated, you have to push the right buttons to win. Push the wrong button, and you'll have to do the whole thing again.
I began by Force Pushing Williams back twice as his saber absorbed the powers, repelling backwards, then I gave him multiple swings of my saber which he fended off, and a Shockwave by stabbing my saber in the ground which blew him away. I approached him as he recovered while holding the sabers with the blades behind my back. Upon sight, he lunges for me and throws more of his attacks. I dodged, ducked and Force Jumped away from those attacks and onto a hangar wall, and launched myself off the wall back to him with a flying foot to his face, knocking him down. I lifted him, slammed him on the ground. I lifted him again, pummeling him to the hangar wall. Finally, I lifted him facing Concourse D, and Force Sped back into the window we crashed through along with him.
He tumbled to the center to the concourse, while I stopped before him, landing safely on both hands and feet.
I dramatically approached him. With my lightsabers still turned on, I stood in front as he lays down in submission. "Go ahead, kill me! You were destined to!" I didn't give an answer because I thought about it for a while. "DO IT!" he yelled.
"No, Danny! Don't!" A familiar and recognizable female voice squeaked. It came from the right, at The Centurion Lounge.
I immediately turned my head. I was very alarmed, at the same time, the empty place in my heart was refilled. "Thea!" She was alive! When I was Force Healing her unnoticed, I must've repaired her heart and damaged brain tissue from the loss of blood. She was accompanied by her brother, her cousin and nephew, and Pandora of course.
She ran to me, giving me a tight squeeze after I deactivated my weapons. "Let it go, Danny. He's beaten." she advised, letting go of our embrace.
Her words sunk in, and so I did. I walked away with my resurrected friend and left the badly injured man, leaving the Specters to do the rest. They marched out the Lounge and ran after Williams to detain him, passing us. He complimented my robe, commenting that I looked like Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The young agent brought the middle-aged man to his feet, bringing out his cuffs. "Brazier Williams, you are under arrest for second degree murder of an Interpol agent, terrorism, and various international crimes," Hussein prosecuted as he cuffed him. "You have the right to remain sile...D'AWGH!" He was cut off by Williams backwards headbutt, subduing Hussein.
He electrocuted Hussein and his team so the weren't able to take action, electrocuted his plastic cuff to melt them off, and while the rest of us were distracted by our reunion, he shot a long streak of lightning out of his gloves to Thea.
"D'AAARRRGGGHHH!" she screamed. The winds emitted from the lightning was so strong, it blew every glass window the concourse had.
"THEA!" I shouted concernedly. I quickly reacted and took her place, cutting off the lightning that directed to her. Then I was the one electrocuted.
"Danny!" Thea called from the ground.
"GO! EVACUATE THE CONCOURSE! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!" I said, holding the lightning from reaching her.
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine...JUST GO!"
Geronimo went to fetch her sister as the rest helped the Specters up. Thea resisted and wanted to help me, but Geronimo held her back. "You heard him, Thea! Time to go!"
They all fled the concourse, leaving me and Williams alone in the upper level to finish each other off.
I didn't want to let him walk free again, so I did what I had to do to stop him from terrorizing the world any further. I had to put him to rest, permanently. But at the cost of my own life.
I fought the lightning current, my feet dragged on the marble floor as I struggled to get to him. I extended my arms, ready to grab him when I get to him.
I heard the sounds of starting engines from outside the entrance window, and heard Thea crying out my name as they drove away. I cried, knowing abandoning her for the last time.
"Thea, I'm doing this for the world, and I'm doing this FOR YOU!" I said to myself.
I started fighting stronger through the current as it electrified me, holding back the pain.
Meanwhile, the evacuees ran for the hills, almost reaching the gates to the airfield. Thea was still in agony in the truck bed, others aiding her. Geronimo felt the guilt of abandoning me, so he thought of turning back. "Thea Sisters, you go to ahead and get help for Thea. The Specters and I are going to turn back and help Danny," he radioed.
Hussein and his teammates pulled the emergency brake on their pickup trucks and turned back to the concourse.
Meanwhile, I was really close to getting to Williams. It was about forty seconds after we first started, but it felt like forty hours.
Back to Geronimo, he and the Specters parked at a safe distance of fifty meters from the concourse. "We come back out with Danny, or we don't come back at all," Geronimo said, holding his M870 shotgun. Jogging to the concourse, he saw something through the window, like a giant protection bubble. "Hang on a minute, I see something," he said to his teammates.
He couldn't get a clear look of what the bubble is in the heavy rain. "Specter Six, paw me your sniper rifle, please," Geronimo requested. Six gave him his AWSM sniper rifle, and Geronimo positioned it on his shoulder, looking like he was going to shoot. He looked through the 20 time zoom scope to get a clear image of what he saw.
"Great Gouda..." he mumbled toward himself.
Meanwhile, just a few seconds back, I almost got a hold of Williams' shoulder. The lightning was agonizing, almost burning me alive.
I got close to him, and immediately grabbed his shoulder when I had the chance. And to make him stop, I thought of a power so destructive, it could bring the whole concourse down.
"YOU SHALL NOT DO ANYMORE DAMAGE TO THE WORLD!" I yelled to him as every loose object in the building spun around us.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Then everything blacked out.
Geronimo's Perspective
I knew what power he was using. And the destruction it could have caused was so massive, I knew that we had to run away for safety.
I set the gun down slowly to hip level. "IT'S A FORCE MAELSTROM! RUN!"
All of us ran the opposite direction in order not to get caught in the blast radius. The concourse itself was sucked in at first, then it all exploded in one violent and catastrophic 'boom'. The force of the blast was so powerful, everything caught in a hundred meters were blown away, including me and the Specters.
Everybody was screaming for their lives as they went flying. Landing with grunts and groans from the pain, miraculously everyone was fine.
Thea's Perspective
I was already in an ambulance, lying down on a stretcher, about to be taken to a hospital. The ambulance wasn't moving, as one of the paramedics was just coming in and closing the door when I heard a loud boom.
"You don't understand, I need to get out there! He's my friend!" I said to the one of two paramedics, struggling for him to let go of me.
"We know that, Agent Stilton. But you're injured, we need to take you to the hospital," said the paramedic, holding me down.
I became rebellious. "NOO!"
I elbowed the paramedic on my right directly in the face, and a punch to the second one on my left, instantly knocking them out. I undid the straps and buckles that restrained me to the stretcher and kicked the back doors open.
I jumped out into the rain, finding myself near the airfield gates of Terminal Three. Conveniently, Pierre was parked directly behind the ambulance.
"Agent Stilton, what are you doing out here?" the French supercar started.
"Pierre, I really need your help. I need you to drive me to Danny. I need to help him-"
"But my orders are clear. To escort you to Las Vegas General-"
"But Pierre, PLEASE! I beg you! He's my friend! I don't want to abandon him!"
He sighed before his words. "I am incapable of emotion, but I truly sympathize you and admire your passion for him. Climb aboard, I will take you to him."
I became so happy, yet so worried. "Thank you, Pierre!" I gave him a hug on the hood, and got aboard the drivers seat.
I drive him through the gates, seeing the devastation the explosion caused. The whole concourse collapsed to the ground, with only the gates still standing. The amount of rubble was a lot, the concourse was just a mound of building material. "DANNY!" I shouted upon catching a sight of the aftermath.
I saw Geronimo and the Specters on the ground, caught in the blast radius. I swerved, avoiding them. I braked and parked right in front what was left of the front entrance, got out and climbed pile of rubble in search of Danny.
"C'mon men, let's find him!" Hussein suggested. They rushed up the hill after me, going in random places.
We split up, moving randomly and removing the debris in hopes of any signs of Danny's survival. We all called out his name as we repeated the process, but there wasn't a single word from him.
"Danny!" I called.
"Where are you Danny?" Geronimo shouted
"Obi-Wan!" called Hussein by his codename.
Geronimo was in need of assistance of removing a piece of wall. "Somebody help me get this up," he ordered.
"I gotcha covered," Hussein responded. "Three, two, one... ARRGGHH!" They lifted the wall's remnants, but nothing or no one under it.
"Nothing...keep searching," Geronimo declared. They dropped the wall slowly, to ensure it doesn't suddenly move another piece of rock and hurting the others.
I had a sudden light bulb lighting up over my head. "Hussein, the specs! They have thermal vision!" I said, pointing at his combat specs.
"Why haven't I thought of that? Specters, go thermal!" Hussein commanded his team.
They tapped the frame of their eyewear twice, and scanned the whole area. Looking around, Kassim stopped and bulged his eyes. "Over there! I see something!" the muscular and bald man announced.
"I see it!" Hussein responded, looking in the same direction. "Good eye, big guy!"
"Where?" I asked desperately as we moved to the stated direction.
"He in some kind of crater," he paused to turn off the thermal vision, "...under this big piece of wall! Kassim!" he instructed the muscle of his team.
"On it!" He crouched down, getting a grip on the huge piece of debris. He groaned as he lifted up the wall with two of his teammates helping him flip it. Under the wall was a dear sight for sore eyes.
Danny was lying down in the said crater on his back in his tattered Jedi robe, torn with some burn marks in the sleeves. His head was turned to the side, and his face ha first degree burns. Other than that, only one of his split saber hilts survived the blast, one still in his right hand, and the other was melted completely next to his left hand.
"Danny!" I jumped into the crater, lifting him up afterwards. The rest at the top formed a line to carry Danny up. "Easy now," said Hussein, setting the boy down on a flat piece of marble floor.
I crouched by his side. "Danny! Danny, wake up, bud!" I squeaked, slapping his cheek repeatedly to wake him up. "Somebody get a medic!"
"Way ahead," Hussein said, holding his waterproof smartphone by his ear. "Hello? Nine-one-one? This is Interpol Agent Kamal Hussein, I need an ambulance at McCarran International. I have a thirteen-year-old blast victim on scene..."
Hussein continued to speak through his phone while I tried to revive Danny out of his unconsciousness. Nothing seemed to work, the only word he could weakly utter was my name.
The sounds of sirens from the police cars and ambulances entering the airfield filled my ears, with the officers starting to do their jobs, and the paramedics bringing out stretchers from the back.
In the pouring rain, a lightning bolt lit up the sky, with the loud roaring of thunder immediately sounding. I began crying my eyes out in my failed attempts.
(Insert dramatic music here)
HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE! This isn't the end. There will be an epilogue. So stay tuned.