A/N (5 JUL 2021): This chapter did not meet my expectations and so I've decided to improve upon it. The second scene is the target of my editing. I've added in additional text right at the beginning, covering something I forgot about, and I've added in more details I've forgotten to put in. The location of those new details range from the prelude and start of the battle in this chapter to the end. I've also made minor grammatical changes. I hope the chapter is better now. Do comment if you feel that something can be improved upon.

Chapter 147: Live to Fight Another Day

The City of Townsville. Suburbs. The House.

24 MAR (Friday) 1989. 1636.

While Doctor Simmons was busy making phone calls and typing up emails using the professor's computer, Professor Utonium tried to distract himself with simple, mundane tasks. Washing the fly-infested dishes that had been left in the sink for days, straightening up the furniture that were knocked out of place in the wake of the USDO military storming through his house.

His head was still pounding, his ears still ringing a little, but those were fine compared to how his heart bled for Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. After grabbing a can of beer from the fridge, one of a few left, he strolled into the garage, bad memories assaulting him with every step he took. Like ghosts, he could still hear his would-be wife, Selicia, and the giggles of his Girls.

Selicia was a bit of a grease monkey - she would work on the family car and her bike once in a while and come out all sweaty with streaks of grease all over her face and shoulders. Ever since she was gone, the garage had been unnaturally tidy, with the only things disrupting this order being a stack of leftover security shutters.

The professor looked away immediately upon seeing the shutters. They reminded him of that evil night, when Selicia decided to destroy their family, when she forced him to shoot her thrice in the back. Those evil memories came in waves, like knives in his heart. He kicked the shutters, screaming, pounding his fists against the white wall of the garage. Covering his eyes, he had to commit his all to resist crying.

Still trying to put himself back together, Professor Utonium made his way to the back of the garage, where everyone's guns were maintained. It was messy in the gun workshop. Someone had been using it recently, and it wasn't the Girls. There was a bag for a gun in there, big enough to hold a sniper rifle, and even though the professor wasn't a soldier, he had a pretty good idea what kind of sniper rifle it was.

Selicia had been preparing for her attempted filicide in the workshop. The professor laughed as he wiped tears away from his eyes. Despite his qualifications, he couldn't believe how stupid he was that he couldn't figure out the intentions of his closest ones at all, how stupid that he still loved Selicia despite what she did.

The professor ran his hand along the tabletop in the room in an attempt to make connections with the past. It was slightly dusty with soot from Selicia's work. What had she been doing? Curiosity led him to set his sights on a metal tray at a corner of the tabletop. There was a smudge of soot on it too, but there was far too little ash. Something was burnt there, but it wasn't burned completely, at least not on the tray.

Curious evermore despite the wounds he suffered, both physical and emotional, the professor looked down, searching the floor instinctively. There was a partially burnt piece of paper, likely blown off the tray by the wind; the door might have been left open while the garage shutter was rolling down.

Picking it up, ash began flaking off the piece of paper. Half the paper had been burnt off, but as it was, it was a miracle that the whole thing hadn't been reduced to ash. The professor began reading it:

'-weapons and items are to be returned to your designated point of contact for destruction.

Ensure that two of the three bioweapons are destroyed. Owing to your experience with the bioweapons, your second objective is to choose one out of the three to be kept for future study and use by the USDO. Destroy this message upon receiving your orders. - General Blackwater'

The professor couldn't even blink when he read it. He had to read it a second time, then a third time. He couldn't believe that the general could have given such an order, given how the USDO had only just lost Bunny! The professor stared deep into the letter. Even the general's signature was there, along with his stamp.

Selicia had been forced into filicide. She wouldn't have done what she did had it not been for the general. Knowing that old sack of mud, the professor knew that he had likely, beyond any shadow of a doubt, coerced her into this.

The professor ground his teeth as he crushed the half-burnt message in his fist. Slamming his hands down on the workshop tabletop, it took every ounce of his energy to resist screaming at the top of his lungs like a mad man.

It was all General Blackwater all along, plotting behind his back to take everything away from him! In his rage, the professor had put together the reasons why the old soldier would do such a thing, and to his anger, it was as good as fact, as good as Newton's three laws.

"Professor?" Doctor Simmons called out to him from the garage. The professor turned around and saw the good doctor standing at the doorway into the workshop. "What's going on in here?"

The professor simply smiled, internalizing his fury, hiding it well. "Nothing," he said. "Nothing at all."

"You know, you shouldn't be exerting yourself all that much after what you've been through," the old doctor said. "You look like you might blow a vein in your brain or a piece of your skull off like an old steam train…"

The professor kept up with his smile, a plan forming in his bruised mind.

"You're perfectly right, Doctor Simmons," the professor said. "Now how about that x-ray you promised me? We're heading back to HQ, I take it?"

"You read my mind," the doctor said. "Wouldn't want to lose that beautiful mind of yours now, would we? I'm driving this time."

The professor's smile hadn't disappeared. Resting a hand on his labcoat, he felt a hard, metallic and angular bump underneath it.

It was perfect. Finally, things were going his way. His pistol was still holstered underneath his lab coat and no one had tried to take it from him when he was unconscious. It was their mistake. Medical Director Simmons had been right - biding his time was the right move. But he was wrong about one thing: he COULD help his kids, and the time to act was sooner than the old doctor think.

The City of Townsville. Downtown South. Hague Apartment. Mullens Residence.

24 MAR (Friday) 1989. 1654.

As the Girls neared their destination, their radios, tuned to a shared frequency, had been noisy as of late with operators pleading for them to land and approach the closest USDO agent.

"This is Flight Control Six. Your flight path is illegal. Please respond, over," flight control had said.

"Bravo-Four-Seven, you are advised to land and report to the closest USDO agent, over," it went on. Blossom did not reply, and when Bubbles was about to, the leader of the three was quick to stop her hard, slowing down a bit to grab her by the hand, yanking it away from her radio. Buttercup, who had been merely observing, shook her head behind her sisters' back, once again thinking that Bubbles was stupid and gullible.

"Four-Seven, please acknowledge and carry out orders. Do you copy, over," the radio continued to plead. It'd gone on for a while, but whoever was on the other end gave up after a few more tries.

The Girls flew low, this time to avoid getting spotted by the entire city rather than to surprise criminals. While there was no way to avoid detection entirely, it was the best course of action Blossom could think of. Police officers and USDO soldiers on the same streets as them were still spotting them and trying to give chase, but staying behind buildings had worked out as a successful stealth tactic - the entire law enforcement system could only go as fast as their erratic radio reports and police cruisers would allow.

The Girls were faster, needless to say. The sirens were left behind far enough to be barely audible by the time they had landed on the roof of Mullens' apartment building. Exhausted, they ran like cheetahs on two legs down the stairs and to his apartment door. Buttercup, ever the competitive one, took this to be a race in her petty eyes, and was the first to get to the door and ring the bell.

The door opened immediately, as if the person on the other side of the door had anticipated this. It was pushed outwards to the furthest extent the door chain would allow. The barrel of a huge revolver was thrust outward, stuck close to Buttercup's face, startling the tomboy. She could see his face in the dark: greying hair, eyebags, wrinkles, fedora hat and all.

The door was shut within a second. The Girls could hear the door chain slide off before the door was opened fully. Mister Mullens stood behind it, as haggard as he looked the previous day. He looked older, more withered - exhausted beyond mortals ever could - as if he had aged years overnight.

"Mister Mullens?" Bubbles mewled, a little intimidated by the man. The Girls, all of them, could remember with picture-perfect precision what had happened recently to the Mullens - in that Garrett was the only one left in his immediate family… and they were part of the reason for Olivia's death.

"What are you kids doing here?" he greeted them coldly, his voice a salty whisper, though the Girls could tell that it wasn't (entirely) personal. He had just lost his daughter.

"Mister Mullens, we need your help!" Blossom said. "Everyone's after us! They think we're the bad guys!"

Mister Mullens sighed, muttering something under his breath before stepping aside to let the Girls through. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup did just that, and Mullens shut the door.

"I heard about it on TV," the veteran cop said. "Didn't see it though. The TV's smashed."

The Girls could see what he meant. The apartment was a mess. When they crossed from the corridor to the living room, they had to step over a police tape. The living room was trashed, with furniture overturned and glass from one of the windows and vases shattered on the floor. The television was still functional, which was surprising considering that the screen was smashed - it was basically working as a massive radio, and as it was currently tuned to the news channel, nothing much was lost.

There was another cop in the living room, a patrol officer who was likely in charge of watching the crime scene that happened to be Mullens' home. He was sitting behind the dining table in a corner, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Don't worry about him," Mullens said. "He's a friend of mine, someone the bad guys in the force didn't know is on the right side."

"How bad was it? The chase?" Mullens then asked. The question alone had reminded the Girls about all the misfortune that had befallen them.

"Daddy's dead…" Bubbles said, on the verge of weeping again.

"I'm sorry," the detective said. Bubbles was choking back tears, unable to hold it together.

"But he's not dead!" Blossom continued to deny as Detective Mullens picked up Bubbles and held her in his arms, hugging her, patting her on the back like a father comforting a toddler.

"What happened?" Mullens asked as he held Bubbles, who had her face buried in his shoulder.

"The soldiers started launching grenades into our house, smashing the windows and stuff. They were bouncing all over the place and farting out clouds!" Buttercup described the scene as though it was something from a war movie. "Dad was killed when he was bonked in the head by a smoke grenade." Blossom shot Buttercup an icy stare when Buttercup mentioned the 'k' word.

"So we flew far, far away, but the police found us and tried to kill us," Blossom took over. "We flew over here after that."

Mullens had paced across his living room before sitting down on the ruined couch, putting Bubbles beside him. The blue Powerpuff leaned on him, still wiping away tears and snot as she tried her best to control herself. The detective looked like he was deep in thought.

"What are we going to do, Mister Mullens?" Blossom asked.

"Are you going to help us?" Buttercup asked as well, but with a lesser degree of optimism, perhaps sensing some hesitance in the old detective.

"I lost someone too," Mullens simply said. "As the three of you might be aware."

"Do you hate us because Olivia was…" Blossom couldn't finish her sentence. Olivia was a close friend who had been one of a few who didn't treat her like some kind of bizarre alien thing.

Mullens didn't reply.

The old detective sucked in a deep breath and exhaled sharply before standing up again.

"Olivia. She would have wanted me to help the three of you. I know exactly why. She liked the three of you ever since she saw you kids on TV," he said as he looked out the window. He then turned his gaze upon Blossom. "I didn't like the three of you at first. Reminds me of my daughter. I didn't like her when she was born. I thought she would be an impediment to my work, I thought she was as good as a hostage. I was completely wrong about her. And I was completely wrong about the three of you."

"I know. We became friends, right?" Blossom said.

"Like super-close friends," Bubbles added.

"Battle pals, too," Buttercup followed along.

"Sure we are," Mister Mullens said. "Jesus H Christ, what the hell happened to the three of you? How did you kids get pinned by the entire TPD?"

"It was Mister Ricci, Mister Mullens, the Amoeba Boys," Blossom said. "They sent photos of us with them to Dad and the whole world knows about our work with them all of a sudden!"

"They must have sent photos to everyone else," the detective inferred, something which Blossom had suspected. "That's a lot of dirt. No wonder the entire city's buzzing like an angry bee hive. Not the first time such a tactic was used. They did the same thing to me when I was undercover, all those years ago."

"What do we do?" Blossom asked again, tearing up but holding back when she heard from Mullens how serious it sounded.

"We didn't mean to make everyone angry... We just wanted to help people and be friend with everyone..." Bubbles lamented.

"And now everyone's after us," Buttercup butted in, and was just a hair's width away from accusing Blossom of bad leadership when she stopped herself - that could come after she had had her revenge against the 'leader'.

"You can't be friends with everyone," Detective Mullens said. " Looks like we'll have to skip town, live to fight another day. That's the best we can do. The TPD won't have jurisdiction outside the city and the USDO won't have the manpower to comb through the state for us. I know a few people. Plenty of straight and upright officers in Citiesville fighting for justice. Quite a number chilling out in the counties. Pack your bags, we're leaving immediately."

Before the Girls could even start packing their non-existent bags, however, the main door was kicked open.

"Someone followed you here!?" Mullens shouted as he pulled his Colt Python revolver out. His patrol officer friend did the same after taking a final sip from his mug of coffee.

Whoever kicked down the door did not reveal himself immediately, but it became abundantly clear who they were facing when a gloved fist punched a hole though the wall by the door. A crossbow bolt was fired through that hole - which made another in the patrol officer's neck. The bolt was so powerful that it had gone cleanly through and riveted itself in the wall. Blood spurted all over the room, making streaks of maroon on Mullens and the Girls. The man fell heavily, gurgling in his own blood, spasming and kicking on the floor as death embraced him slowly.

"Take cover!" Mullens ordered as he fired rounds into the hole made by their attacker. The Girls scrambled into hiding, with Bubbles dragging the dying patrol officer to the back of the couch, trying desperately to stem the bleeding.

Whoever it was who fired the bolt hadn't responded, nor was there even a peep, nor the sound of a body falling. Mullens knew what it meant. It wasn't over. Far from it.

The detective took cover behind a wall, peeping out with his revolver trained on the doorway. Blossom peeped from under a table while Buttercup looked from behind a chair. Bubbles had to fight to get the dying patrol officer's hands out of the way, but even after she was able to get a bandage on the bolt wound, it was soaked through within seconds, and the blood continued to pour. Already stifling tears, she wept, tears flowing anew - so much senseless violence, so many pointless deaths…

Dad… Mom… Bunny…

Mullens squinted his eyes, his trigger finger close to squeezing a round out. Something jumped out. It wasn't friendly. Mullens unloaded the rest of his rounds into the figure, but it was all useless. Something flashed in the near-darkness. A pistol-like device. Mullens leaned back into cover just in time as a laser beam sizzled where his head had been less than half a second ago, putting a hole in the wall instead.

Dressed in shades of blue, purple and white, a massive Chimpanzee surged forward, shrieking and shrugging off magnum rounds as it fired another agony bolt at the first pair of glowing eyes he saw. Buttercup rolled out of the way and the bolt embedded itself in the floor.

Mullens withdrew, frantically reloading his revolver with a speedloader, hands shaking with both fear and age, wondering if it was any use.

"POWERPUFF GIRLS!" the enhanced Chimpanzee screamed, berserk-like, fangs out, claws sharp. All Blossom could manage was a weak infrared beam from under the dining table - it had been a long day, spent on grieving, running and fighting. Mojo Jojo shielded his face with his arm, blocking the beam, which singed his uniform and that was about it. He started forward, slamming his fists (in which its weapons were clutched) down on the dining table Blossom was hiding under, breaking the wooden furniture in two, but Blossom was able to crawl out before she could be crushed. The Chimp-monster, while shrieking madly, pointed his laser pistol at Blossom while she was evacuating, but Blossom had seen this and launched herself into the air in response, knocking his pistol out of the way. The laser beam that resulted ended up carving a long crack in the ceiling instead, bringing down dust and small bits of masonry.

Bubbles, in the meantime, was busy closing the eyes of the now-dead patrol officer, now even deeper in the pit of despair. But the battle didn't escape her attention. Despair turned to anger - Mojo Jojo was part of the problem that killed her Dad, and everyone else. Whirling around to face him, Bubbles let out a shriek that turned into a sonic scream, sending the mutated Chimpanzee flying towards the window, smashing through it - but he didn't fall as he was able to grasp the sill of the window, hanging on confidently and effortlessly owing to his primate heritage, augmented by Chemical W. However, in doing so, he had lost his laser pistol, which was sent spinning as it dropped down to the street below.

When Bubbles was all done and out of breath, Mojo Jojo threw his crossbow into the apartment and hurled himself back in, one handed. Landing in front of Bubbles, he blocked a series of punches from the pint-sized blonde before headbutting her, sending her crashing into the television, silencing it, the electricity shocking her, causing her to convulse and foam in the mouth.

Blossom fired another heat ray, burning the Chimpanzee in the back. He roared in pain as he threw his arms up in protection again when Mullens raised his reloaded revolver and fired shots aimed at his brain case, cracking the bulletproof glass.

"You meddling, insufferable kids!" Mojo Jojo screamed in pain as he stomped towards Blossom and tried to crush her under his boot, only for the Powerpuff leader to roll out of the way.

But there wasn't much room for her to dodge any further. The Chimpanzee kicked her while she was on her knees and still trying to get up. While Blossom was able to throw her hands up and form a weak shield, the Chimpanzee had sent her crashing through the wall and into Mullens' office.

In the meantime, Buttercup had only just unplugged the television, ending Bubbles' shocking predicament. She fired ocular laser beams at Mojo Jojo, but once again, Anti-X poisoning and exhaustion had weakened whatever the Girls could throw at him. Mullens was rushing the monkey with a police baton, presenting a more immediate, if unsubstantial threat, so the Chimpanzee intercepted the old detective first, seizing him by the neck and tossing him across the living room like an art mannequin, crashing into the wall and landing in a heap on the floor, groaning.

"It's all your fault! You're to blame! You're responsible!" the enhanced Chimpanzee screamed maniacally, all while Buttercup was firing a barrage of rounds at him using her Stoner Light Machinegun.

Mojo Jojo responded by grabbing the couch and tossing it into Buttercup, who tried naively to shoot it out of the way only for the couch to crash into her. It was a hard landing for the couch, since Mojo Jojo had a good throwing arm.

The sirens outside were growing louder.

"You took everything away from me! Everything!" Mojo Jojo continued screeching his accusations. He, too, sounded as if he was grieving as much as the Girls. "My life, my existence, my experiences are a complete misery because of you! Professor Utonium was my father! Naga was my friend! Your Bunny killed my friend!"

Something burst through the wall. Blossom came flying through with a flying kick, which landed a blow in the Chimpanzee's face, sending him stumbling backwards. But it didn't have the intended effect of knocking out the intelligent animal. Grabbing Blossom by the leg, Mojo Jojo slammed Blossom against the floor. There were loud cracks, as if the floor was ready to give way. But Mojo Jojo wasn't done. He began raining his fists down on Blossom over and over, snarling like a mad ape. The first time against her shielding arms, then the next her chest, then her face.

Alarmed at Blossom's predicament, Bubbles flew into Mojo Jojo, latching herself on his back and putting her hands around his neck, trying to steer him off Blossom but only succeeding partially as a distraction.

Reaching behind her, Mojo Jojo grabbed Bubbles by the vest and pulled her off before tossing her forwards, but Bubbles was able to air-brake herself with some difficulty before blasting forward and launching a kick at Mojo Jojo in the face…

But once again, it hardly fazed the enhanced Chimpanzee, who seemed to be rendered invincible by hatred while the Girls were weakened too much. Mojo Jojo swiped at her with his claws, making cuts in her cheek and kevlar, the force enough to floor her.

Blossom and Bubbles' crushing defeat, however, had given Buttercup time to recover. By the time Mojo was done with them, Buttercup was onto him, thrusting the barrel of her Stoner LMG into his stomach and opening fire.

The force of it stumbled Mojo Jojo, the barrages forcing him back until he hit the wall.

And yet it still wasn't enough to knock out the primate with sheer pain. Grabbing the barrel of the machinegun, Mojo Jojo ripped it out of Buttercup's hands. Raising it, he brought it down upon Buttercup as if it was a steel club, beating Buttercup down with it after she fired a feeble laser beam at point-blank, which didn't last long.

Buttercup was flat on the ground when she was clubbed over the head again with her own firearm. Savagely, Mojo Jojo didn't stop beating Buttercup after that. Beyond a single lime green bubble shield Buttercup was able to work up, the tomboy no longer had the strength to put up a resistance. Soon, she was taking a rifle butt in the face, over and over, with enough force to cause nosebleed and bruises - terror exploded in Buttercup as she realized how much trouble she was in-

"Hey!" someone shouted behind Mojo Jojo. The enhanced Chimpanzee turned around to the source.

It was Mullens. With a Duranium anti-materials sniper rifle. While Mojo Jojo was busy with the Girls, the detective had scrambled into his room to retrieve it. He was in a lot of pain - the damned monkey might have broken something in him, perhaps a few ribs - but the shrill cries and screams of the Girls were just too much for him, reminding him of his own lost daughter.

"You insect! You insignifi-" Mojo Jojo screamed, but a blast from the Duranium gun cut him short. Mullens had shot him right in the center of mass, a kill shot.

But the enhanced Chimpanzee was still standing. It would have been a kill shot had it been any other Chimpanzee. Mojo Jojo rushed forward, a monstrous hand on his chest - it was a lung shot, but it was not nearly fatal enough. Barreling into Mullens while he was trying to cycle the massive Duranium gun, Mojo Jojo rammed him into the wall. There was a loud, audible snap.

Backing away, the massive Chimpanzee watched as the old detective crumpled to the ground, his back broken. Whimpering and wincing in pain, the detective reached for the Duranium rifle he'd dropped, but Mojo Jojo kicked it away and out of his reach.

"Fucking circus monkey," Detective Mullens cursed at the creature spitefully, spitting out blood. "They should've locked you in a cage with your dumb cousins!"

Mojo Jojo replied by kicking him in the stomach just as spitefully, and the detective screamed in pain, his injuries inflamed. The monkey didn't stop there. Insulted, Mojo continued stomping on him, his immense strength working him over big time, shattering bones, pulverizing organs. Mullens screamed like he never did before.

"Mister Mullens!" the Girls squeaked in unison.

"Stop it! Leave him alone!" Blossom screamed at the mutated monkey, before flying towards him with all her remaining energy, delivering a flurry of punches. Mojo Jojo was ready, however, so he was able to dodge or block them competently. Buttercup joined in as well, first launching herself and kicking him in the shin, dropping the Mojo to his knees, only to get grabbed and thrown aside.

As her sisters fought Mojo Jojo, Bubbles flew to Mullens' side to turn him over, afraid that he'd died trying to help them. Thankfully, he winced in pain when she did so; he was very much alive, if barely.

The sirens outside were much louder than before. The police and USDO were minutes away from storming the apartment.

"Mister Mullens…?" Bubbles mumbled, cheeks glistening with tears.

"Don't... w-worry about me," Mullens tried to reassure her, but his voice was weak, a whisper compared to the strength he had. "I'm done. I've lived a full life, I t-tried to do good. It's your turn now. Y-you're the city's last hope. Maybe… maybe I'll get to see my family again."

"Don't say that! You're going to be fine," Bubbles said. "I can fix you up and you'll be better in no time, just like how you used to be."

"You can't, darling, you can't. I'm all broken - there's nothing left," Mullens whispered; he could feel his strength giving out entirely. He lifted his hand and wiped away Bubbles' tears, leaving blood where it was. Bubbles took his hand, holding it. "Bubbles, listen. I don't… I don't blame you for Olivia's death. You can't save everyone. But- but you can save yourself and your sisters…"

Bubbles turned to look at Blossom and Buttercup, who were locked in mortal combat with Mojo Jojo.

And Mojo Jojo was winning again. He had come in at the peak of health while they were exhausted and compromised even at the start. Buttercup was lying bleeding on the ground from claw marks, while Blossom had just been punched in the face so hard when she tried to deliver a flying punch that it was a wonder she hadn't lost any milk teeth.

"Go… Go, Bubbles," Mullens pleaded with her weakly. "Save your family. Run…"

Bubbles turned back to him, tears welling up anew. She gave him a quick hug and kissed him in the cheek. With that, she floated up and darted into Mojo Jojo's back, tackling him to the ground. The mutated Chimpanzee landed stomach-first, screaming in pain as his own wounds were agitated. With that, Blossom and Buttercup was free from Mojo's threat, at least temporarily.

"Blossom, Buttercup, we have to go now!" Bubbles cried; she still had more than half a heart to stay with Mullens.

"But what about Mister Mullens?" Blossom asked.

"We can't save him…" Bubbles muttered. "He wants us to leave…"

But Mojo Jojo wasn't going to even let them talk. Getting up without the Girls expecting it, he grabbed Buttercup by the leg, his claws digging deep into her calf. Buttercup screamed.

BLAM!

Blossom and Bubbles turned to see where the gunshot came from. Mullens was able to reach his Duranium rifle and fire off one final shot into the back of Mojo Jojo.

"Run!" Mullens shouted, his face, streaked with blood, locked in a grimace, was pale as if he was already dead.

The Girls did as they were told; they knew that he had given everything away to help them live another day. They flew through the window, but before they disappear into the sky, took one last look before leaving.

Mojo Jojo was infuriated. The Powerpuff Girls had escaped, and he had two gunshot wounds caused by a normal old man to show for it. Getting up , wincing in pain, the Chimpanzee loomed large over Detective Mullens, towering over him like an executioner.

The detective was barely breathing. He didn't even have the strength anymore to operate the Duranium rifle, but it didn't matter. The Powerpuff Girls had lived to fight another day, surviving not just Mojo Jojo, but also avoiding capture - he could hear them now, the steady footsteps of an army of STARS or SWAT officers rushing towards his broken home. Mojo Jojo watched as Detective Mullens closed his eyes, smiling, reminiscing one last time about the good parts of his life,

Before drifting away forever…