Someone knocked at the door.
"Excuse me." Arch opened it. "Time to go, Arch.", Emily said.
"Oh sorry, I think we'll have to call it off." he told her.
"What? Why?"
"Well, my uncle is here and it'd be kind of rude to just leave."

...

Lazarus drove his car up to the lot and parked.
"There sure are a lot of vehicles here.", he told Buddboy as they headed toward Arch's apartment.
"The economy."
"The what?"
"It's because of the economy." Buddboy stated.
"And where do you get that?" Lazarus said skeptically.
"Unemployment building is right next to these apartments, and that's where most of these people are."

They reached the door and Buddboy knocked loudly.
Arch opened it. "What d'you want?"
"Is that any way to greet your friends?" Lazarus said.
"I'm very busy, you can come back later." he shut the door.
Lazarus glanced at Buddboy and knocked again.
"I said go away, I'm busy!" Arch yelled through the door.

...

"There's something strange going on here." Lazarus said as they walked back to the car.
"Isn't that Emily's car?" Buddboy asked, pointing.
"Yeah. Guess that's why Arch was busy."
Lazarus chuckled as they got into the car and drove away.

...

Konishi handcuffed Emily in the back of the Camaro and then climbed in fron t seat. "You drive, Arch. Where are the keys?"
Arch shrugged. "Guess I left 'em at work."
"Smart guy, eh?" He pointed the 9mm at Emily. "Where are they?"
His eyes glittering dangerously, Arch fished the keys out of his pocket.
The car pulled out and drove away from the apartment.

...

"Clinto, we got a big problem here."
"What is it, Max?"
"Neither Arch or Emily showed up at work today. I checked their apartments. Nothing, but Emily's car was at Arch's place and his Camaro was gone."

"I'll be right over." As HanClinto ran out to his car he dialed RealmMaster's number.
"Hello?"
"RM, it's Han. Get Buddboy and Cheese and meet me over at Arch's place "
"You got it."
"Oh, and bring your weapons."
RealmMaster smiled. "Yes Sir!"

HanClinto dropped the phone and burned rubber out of the driveway. "I sure hope there aren't any cops around."

...

Lazarus leaned back on the park bench, staring up at the pale blue sky.
After recovering from the near-fatal fight against Jon's men, he'd taken a long vacation from the CC Network.
"I failed." he thought.
"I let the team down. I should've let Jon kill me."
He sighed, remembering.

...

"He's getting away!", DR yelled. In front of her G4C mowed away at the terrorists. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Lazarus, stop him!", he ordered, still firing. On the left and right RM, Buddboy, HanClinto and Tonnyx were too busy engaging the enemy.

Lazarus ran after the fleeing leader of the terrorist, a dead soldier's AK in his hands.
He fired a burst over Jon's head. "Halt!"
Jon whirled around, his uninjured arm clutching a Skorpion. His wild, unfocused eyes glared at Lazarus.
"Die!" he screamed, aiming the gun at Lazarus.
Lazarus somersaulted forward, the AK blasting.
As Jon jerked backwards the Skorpion fired.
DR slumped over as a bullet hit her in the shoulder.

Lazarus stared in horror at her. "No!"
Taking advantage of the distraction, Jon limped away to his car and climbed in.
Lazarus turned, the AK rising. A stream of lead blasted from his gun, riddling the sides of the car.
Jon laughed and sprayed the Skorpion at him as the car leaped forward.
He cried in pain as the bullets penetrated his side, and fell.
Jon laughed evilly again and took off down the road.

...

Lazarus looked moodily at the forest. Crazishone walked up to him.
"When are you going to snap out of it?"
"It was my fault-"
"No it wasn't!" he interrupted.
"And you're not helping anything by moping around like this. It's been three months and I'm sick of it. Now get over it, will ya?" he moved away in disgust.
Lazarus watched him go apathetically.
His phone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Laz? It's Tonnyx. Need you down at Arch's apartment."
"What'd he do, knock the furnace over?"
"No, he's disappeared, and so has Emily."
Lazarus jumped off the bench. "I'm coming."
He ran over to Crazyishone. "Can you drive me over to Arch's place?"
Crazishone dropped his newspaper. "Sure."
As the car drove away Lazarus reached back and loosened the S&W in its holster...

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Lazarus

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Hopefully that doesn't spoil the awesomeness of the way you died there :P
but I wouldn't want to just kill off all of you in the first story(but maybe in the next one )

Lazarus

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Jon walked in from the next room. "You got them, great!"

...

Lazarus stepped into the apartment. "What have you found?"
HanClinto held up a small cigarette pack. "Looks oriental, but Arch doesn't smoke."
Buddboy was staring at the weapons on the wall.
"What is it?", Crazyishone asked him.
"I think there's something missing. Wasn't there another one up here somewhere." he pointed at the pistol rack.
"You're right!" Lazarus looked at the wall, racking his brains.
"I got it. It was that Glock MP-18. Arch must have it."
"Well at least he's armed." Tonnyx said.
"We don't know for sure whether he was really kidnapped." Cheese cautioned.
"How could he not have been? It's as obvious as the nose on your face!", RM said.

Meanwhile.
"Look Mr. President, the guy is a deadbeat. He's no good." Rumsfeldt argued.
"No, forget it, no way." Bush shook his head. "The guy has great contacts and great instincts. He's staying."
"Yeah but this is the third day he's come in late. And did I mention my secretary is gone too? The one he was dating, incidentally."

The President sighed. "Can I get an update on our Jon situation?"
"As far as we know he's somewhere in Nairobi. After CCN botched the job-"
SecState Rice interrupted. "They did not! They took out most of Jon's men and also found the location of the nuclear device, didn't they?"
"Well they let him get away, and that's all that matters now."
As they argued the President's head dropped wearily. "Why'd I ever decide being a Governor wasn't good enough?" he asked himself.

...

Jon called #9. "Take your men up to Arch's apartment and create a little diversion for CCN."
"Yes, sir."
*Click*

...

As Crazyishone left the apartment he saw three Humvees pull into the parking lot. A dozen guys in camo spilled out, all armed.
"Oh man..." he rushed back in. "We got hostiles out there."
Buddboy looked out the window and unslung his P90. "We're in for a hot time, boys."
"How bout we just call the police?" Lazarus suggested.
RealmMaster gave him a look. "Bad idea.", he agreed, cocking his S&W.

...

Arch woke up and rubbed his head. "I think I prefer the uncle that used to give me a present when he'd visit.", he told Kwonishi, who was eating breakfast at the table.

Kwonishi laughed. "You always were a glib nephew." he said.
"What d'you want with me?", Arch asked.
"Let's not be coy. I know all about your work, Arch."
"My work?" he asked, feigning innocence.

Kwonishi walked over and pressed the gun to his head.
"CCN, remember? Or maybe I hit you on the head a little too hard."
"Definitely the latter." Arch agreed.

Jon walked in. "Not cooperating, is he?"
"Nope." Kwonishi stood up in disgust, looking down at his nephew.
"You know it's funny, I have a brother named Jon." Arch said.
Jon's lip curled. "Really? Perhaps if we get him down here it might persuade you to talk."

Arch chuckled. "We were never very close, so don't bother."
"Now why don't I believe you?" Jon asked, pulling out his phone.
"You leave him alone, you slimeball." Arch leaped off the couch toward Jon's throat.

Kwonishi slashed the barrel of the gun toward his head. Jumping sideways, Arch dived behind a chair and pulled the gun he'd grabbed at his apartment.
"He's got a gun!", Kwonishi yelled, ducking behind the couch.
Jon dropped his phone and rolled under the table as bullets flew around him.
Arch clicked the selector switch to auto and sprayed the couch. Kwonishi ducked as bullets whipped around him. "This is not going according to plan Jon!"

Emily appeared behind Arch, unhandcuffed. "Arch!"
Arch whirled around. "Get down, Emily!" he yelled, pulling her down behind the chair.
As he aimed at Jon, Emily suddenly slammed a blackjack against his neck. Arch slumped over, out cold.

Kwonishi came out from behind the bullet peppered couch. "Thanks, Em."
She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you guys let him sneak an MP-18 in here."
Jon glared at Kwonishi. "Me neither."
"Hey, I'm sorry all right?" Kwonishi viciously yanked Arch' hands behind his back and handcuffed them, then rolled him onto the couch.
"Sis, could you find Arch's brother Jon's address for me?" Jon asked.
Sitting down behind a computer, Emily accessed the FBI databank and quickly found it.
"Here, Jon."
"Thanks." he told her, already heading out the door.
"I think I better stay here and keep an eye on your nephew, Kwonishi.", Emily said.
"I can handle it!", he said angrily.
She shrugged. "Whatever", strolling out of the room.*

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Lazarus

AAHHHRRRGGG! SO COOL! MUST... BE... REAL... Willing... story... to... be... real!

Nutz.

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Nutz. Yeah I wish it was my life too.

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*"Coming!", Arch called as he heard the doorbell ring. "Uncle Kwonishi, what a surprise!", he greeted the slender Oriental standing there.

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seriously. that's messed up. the Japanese tried to wipe out my people.
thanks alot, Lazarus.

psh.

lol.

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oh ok. i didn't see where it said it was his dream... whoopsy =D]

yeah, i want that to be my life too... 'goes out and buys a P90, hits somebody over the head and makes them insane... then ticks them off and gives them an unlimited budget and a bunch of uranium... and calls up all his buddies off CCN and sits and waits for it all to happen* lol that would be so awesome...

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seriously. that's messed up. the Japanese tried to wipe out my people.

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and Kwonishi is a japanese sounding name. a korean name would be more along the lines of Kim Choon-saung.

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The terrorists clustered behind a group of SUV's and opened fire on the apartment.
They threw themselves to the ground as bullets ripped through the walls.
Lazarus ripped a pin out and threw a smoke grenade toward the enemy, then as the cloud of obscuring smoke rose, rushed out toward Crazyishone's car.

"Where are you going Lazarus?" RealmMaster shouted. A bullet whizzed over his head.
"Oh yeah?"
He turned, poking the shotgun out the window. "Take this!"
The terrorists ducked for cover as buckshot spanged into the cars.
Realm spotted one and fired twice. Both shells hit the man, throwing him into somebody's windshield.

An M4 cracked from the upstairs window. Caught from above, the terrorists couldn't find their attacke for a moment and three were killed by the deadly fire.
"There he is!" one pointed. Crazyishone rolled to the floor as the window was blown apart.

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Lazarus climbed in the car and turned it on, roaring toward the terrorists.
He rolled down the window and stuck his gun out, firing. Seconds before the car impacted on the barrier of SUV's, Lazarus ripped the door open and dived out amid a hail of gunfire.

He rolled to his feet, shooting at the terrorists. The car slammed into the SUV's and all three exploded, throwing terrorists everywhere.
"My car!" Crazishone shouted.
Lazarus leaped over the burning wrecks and confronted the terrorists.
"Get him!" said #9, shoving a banana clip in his AK. Lazarus slammed a kick into his stomach and then coldcocked him with his pistol.
As #9 slumped to the ground, Lazarus whirled around, gun blasting. Two terrorists took head shots and went down.

Crazyishone was firing from above and spotted a terrorist holding a grenade.
"Lazarus, look out!"
As the man pulled the pin out, Lazarus fired twice and ducked behind a car.
The man dropped, with the armed grenade in his hand. As his buddies panicked and scattered frantically, it exploded; killing them.
"Thanks, man." Lazarus called, shooting down another terrorist.

#9 groaned and rubbed his head, getting to his feet.
"Oh no you don't." Lazarus lashed out viciously with his foot. #9 yelped in pain and slid backwards, clutching his broken jaw.
As Lazarus started to turn around, he pulled a Beretta and aimed.
Lazarus whipped back, gun blasting. The Beretta went off into the air as #9 dropped back, dead.

"Yahhh!" a terrorist leaped over a car at Lazarus. He ducked and the man crashed to the concrete, then jumped up facing him.
"Oh, not another karate guy..." Lazarus muttered. As the terrorist lunged toward him, Lazarus sidestepped and slammed his foot into the man's neck, killing him.

As he bent to pick up his gun, three terrorists moved toward him.
Buddboy and RM blew them apart with shotgun and P90 fire.
A soldier stood up on the left end of the battle, aiming his weapon at the apartment.
"Stinger!", Crazyshone yelled, riddling the man's position with gunfire.
A helicopter flew in overhead, the one Jon had sent to extract #9 and his men.
Lazarus blasted the terrorist's car as he ran toward it. A shot pierced his shoulder and the man jerked, the Stinger firing upward into the air.
The pilot's eyes widened in alarm and he attempted to evade the fast-moving missile.
It crashed through the side of the copter and exploded, sending the craft down into the last remaining terrorists and killing them.

"Clear." Lazarus called, moving back toward the apartment.
As he reached it, Crazyishone jumped out and ran toward him.
"Look what you did to my car!" he shouted.
Lazarus looked back and winced. The car was a twisted heap of metal punctured by dozens of bullet holes. There were still fires blazing in it.

...

Kwonishi paced around the couch angrily. Arch sat up and rubbed his head, looking around.
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened!" Kwonishi leaned down and grabbed his hair, yanking Arch's head back.
"Your little girlfriend sapped you over the head is what happened."
"I should've guessed." Arch said to himself.

Kwonishi checked his watch. "Jon should'v been back by now."
"Speak of the devil." Arch interrupted, looking out the window.
"Interesting choice of words there, Arch." Jon glared at him as he walked in.
He led in Arch' brother Jon, handcuffed.
Arch looked at him. "You let him capture you? Jon, I'm disappointed."
"Sorry Arch." Jon shrugged. "Your brother here didn't go quietly though."
Emily came in. "Jon, what happened to your arm?"
Jon turned and Arch saw the long bloody wound.
"As soon as I came in the apartment this psycho tried to chop my arm off."

He shoved Jon onto the couch and left the room.
Kwonishi pulled a knife and pressed it to Jon's throat.
"Now Arch, let's continue our previous conversation." he said. Emily sat down on a chair to watch.
Arch responded by kicking out at Kwonishi's head. His uncle flew backwards and hit the wall.
Standing up, Arch ripped the cuffs apart and ran toward Kwonishi. Emily went for her gun just as Arch pulled the MP-18 out of his uncle's pocket and dived sideways, firing at her.
She dropped the gun as a bullet tore through her wrist and cried out in pain.

Jon came running back in. "What the bleep is going on here?" He spotted Arch and leaped backwards into the kitchen as a bullet shattered the chandelier.

Arch smashed his brother's handcuffs with the butt of his gun and motioned for him to go out the door as he moved toward the kitchen.
He leaned sideways, peering into the room. Stepping cautiously toward the refrigerator, he looked around.
Nobody. Jon must have gone upstairs. Arch shrugged and pulled the refrigerator door open.
Jon slammed the gun across his neck and Arch slumped to the ground.
He chuckled and pointed the gun. "Goodbye, Archangel."
With a crash Jon broke a chair over Jon's head and he fell, the gun dropping from limp fingers.
Jon bent over Arch and slapped his cheeks. "Come on man, wake up."
Arch mumbled and sat up. "What happened?"
"I thought I told you to get out of here?", he said to Jon.
Jon shrugged. "Well if I had, you'd be dead right about now."
Arch looked down at Jon's unconscious body. "Oh, thanks."
"Here, let's tie him up."

...

"Ok, thanks." Lazarus hung up.
"Get it?" HanClinto asked.
"Yep. Jon owns this house back in North Ridge Missouri."
"Let's go!" Buddboy jumped off his chair.

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Lazarus

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Crazishone dropped his newspaper. "Sure."
As the car drove away Lazarus reached back and loosened the S&W in its holster...

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Lazarus

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Realm looked curiously at the large black pickup cruising toward the entrance, then shot again.
As the ball dropped through the hoop he heard a scream. A short man with a knife shoved Mary to
the ground, dragging her sister toward the truck.

RM ran toward them, pulling his Ruger. The man glanced back and hurried faster, his burden screaming bloody murder.
"Stop him!" Mary cried as RealmMaster ran past her. He took aim. Blam! Blam! The truck sank lower as the rear tire was punctured.
The driver climbed out, cursing. He yanked an AR-15 out of the truck and blasted away at RM. Diving sideways, Realm rolled behind the teeter-totter.
Bullets ripped into the plastic casing.

"I'll kill her!" the man hollered. "You stay back!" RealmMaster fired at the driver. He ducked as a bullet pinged off the truck, then cried out
in pain as another split his wrist open. RealmMaster got up again and ran toward the kidnappers, holstering his Ruger.
The man reached the monkey bars and threw the knife at RM as he ducked under them. Taylor grabbed his hand and bit it.
"OW! You little brat!" He slapped her. Realm leaped upward, grabbing the monkey bars and swinging forward. He let go
and crashed into the man, breaking his jaw. The kidnapper touched his jaw and looked down in horror as it wiggled. He passed out from the pain a moment later.

The driver jumped over the truck bed and grabbed Taylor's arm, aiming a revolver at her. Blood dripped from his shattered wrist.
Realm pulled his Ruger, firing from the hip. He leaped forward, leg lashing out. A kick slammed into the driver's face, breaking his nose.
"Oomf!" he flew backwards and hit the truck, banging his head. School security poured from the building as RealmMaster reached Taylor.
He saw them and quickly holstered the gun. "Are you okay?", he asked, wiping blood off her face.
She nodded, looking up at him with awestruck eyes. RealmMaster blushed.
"I gotta go." he said, moving off toward the exit. "Realm, wait!" Mary called, running after him.

He stopped. "Huh?" She looked down self-consciously. "That was really great what you just did. Thanks."
"Well, that's okay. Um... I really should leave now." "See you tomorrow?" "Right."
Realm walked away quickly.

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He told Buddboy about it the next day. Buddboy laughed. "Man, you really choked up."
"What're you talking about? I almost got killed!"
"I meant with that classmate of yours."
"Oh... Actually I forgot about that."
"Sure you did." Buddboy grinned.

HanClinto walked in. "What's going on here? Did you get those guns cleaned and oiled?"
"Not yet." RM replied.
"Well get movin' then!" he said as he left.
"What a grumpy old coot!" Buddboy muttered, sliding a cleaning rod into the barrel of his P90.
"I heard that!" HanClinto called.
"yeah whatever..."
"I heard that too!"

...

Arch handcuffed Emily and Jon together and then handcuffed the handcuffs to a doorknob. They glared at him.
"Want something for your arm?" he asked, indicating the wound. "No thank you." Emily replied coldly.
"Well, don't blame me if you bleed to death..." he walked off into the kitchen. Jon came up behind him.
"Arch, what're you doing?" "Getting some pizza and cola. Why?" Jon just looked at him in disbelief.
"We gotta call the cops, or the FBI or somebody!" Arch looked over at the phone, then Uncle Kwonishi.
"Um, I ripped the phone cord out and used it to tie him up..."
"What?!" Jon ran over and checked the cord. "You busted the end! Way to go, dude."
"Sorry." Arch shrugged, his mouth full of pizza.

Someone knocked at the door and walked in. Jon and Arch looked at each other. "Uh-oh." They ran.
A terrorist stepped in. "Hey boss-" he trailed off as he saw Jon handcuffed to the door.
"What happened?" "Never mind that, you idiot! Get these cuffs off me!" Jon snapped.
"Sure thing, boss."
"No wait. Uh, there's two guys somewhere in the house. Get some men and find them! Send Roberts and Hardy here to release us."
"Yes sir."
The terrorist walked out, pulling his radio.

Jon grabbed Kwonishi and dragged him along as they headed for the back door. "Too late." Arch reported as he saw the terrorists coming out of the woods behind.
"We can always use him as a hostage." Jon said, indicating their Uncle.
"Nah." Arch shook his head. "Jon would kill him before he'd let us go."
"Well what do we do?" Jon asked.

A gun barrel poked around the doorway. Arch's eyes widened as he spotted it. "Get down!" he yelled, diving into Jon and knocking them both to the floor as bullets whizzed around them. The backdoor took most of the blast and fell off it's bullet riddled hinges.
As terrorists charged through both doors, Arch and Jon raced up the steps, pulling Kwonishi along. He woke up and looked around, dazed.
"What's going on?"
"Your funeral." Arch replied, throwing him inside a bedroom and yanking the door shut. He looked around. "Must be his sister's room." Jon said.
"Yeah." Arch agreed. "Unless Jon likes canopy beds and pink toy bunnies."

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Lazarus

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Sup CPU Freak, been a while, eh? (I dunno, I have bad sense of time)

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Indeed, it has been.

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Till an EMP bomb Jon exploded shorted out his computer...

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Pssst, Realm, there´s a guy in a ski mask who's watching you....

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but it was kind of funny. =D

the action is just as awesome this time around. great job.

BTW, who in the heck is #9?

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Indeed, it has been.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Lazarus:
[b]Till an EMP bomb Jon exploded shorted out his computer...

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We know where you are... we know what you do... we watch your every move...

Um, clones?

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lol. cool story. id never call Han a grumpy old coot, tho. hes too cool for that. =D plus he'd be right if we hadn't cleaned and oiled them yet.

but it was kind of funny. =D

the action is just as awesome this time around. great job.

BTW, who in the heck is #9?

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Btw, the thing with Clinto was just some joking around.

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Pssst, Realm, there´s a guy in a ski mask who's watching you....

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OPEN FIRE!!!! *Graps two banna-clip soripon style Spetsnaz AKs and blasts everywhere around*

Is he sitil there? *reloads*

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didn't you know about his clones?

hes got like, 3 million of them.

lol.

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yeah, but how come #9 just suddenly shows up out of nowhere, or did i miss something between last sunday and today?

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#9 and his men are just one of the several sleeper cells Jon has hidden around the world to do his evil bidding.

I should say #9 and his men were - they're all dead now

Lazarus

"You gotta be kidding me, man!" the leader said into the radio.

"No - no way. That wasn't part of the plan, Jon!"

He yanked the radio away from his ear as an angry voice shouted on the other end.

"Ok, boss. I don't like it, but okay."

He clicked it shut.

"Max, Roberts! Head over to launch sites 2 and 3 with your men."

Roberts grinned. "Does that mean what I think it means?"

A smile spread over Max' face. "You mean, we're launching 'em?"

"Death to America!" his men shouted in unison.

The leader scowled at them. "Correct. All six. Now get moving!"

The impact of their words struck Vladimir Roskovetsy like a hammer. They were going to launch the missiles!

As the terrorists left Vladimir slid down to the floor and rolled behind another engineer, shielding his body
from the leader. He spotted an open ventilation duct and crawled into it as fast as he could. No shouts, no alarms, no gunshots. He'd made it!

Inching his way through the narrow tunnel, Vladimir was glad his sister was the claustrophobic one.
"I wonder if I'll ever see her again?"
He reached the end and slowly slid the cover off, sliding forward a little. In the dim light he could see two men over by the gates.
Vladimir checked the parking lot. There was his little motorcycle, the trucks, and three terrorists by a burning trash barrel.
He grunted as he slid out of the duct and lay motionless on the ground. They hadn't seen him yet.
Vladimir crawled on his belly toward the exit road. He noted the two searchlights scanning the area and
waited for the right moment before jumping up and running across, dropping and rolling under a truck as the
lights came back.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "So far so good."
The gates were locked and he knew they'd gun him down before he could go far in one of the trucks, but how could he get the motorcycle through the gates?

Then he remembered the firecrackers his wife had told him to buy for their niece's birthday next week.
Vladimir inched over to his motorcycle and pulled the brown parcel off the back, twisting it open.
He pulled out three of the grenade-like objects.

Lighting one, he tossed it toward the south corner of the fence. It dropped into a bush and exploded with a bang.
The terrorists whirled around and opened fire. As bullets ripped through the bush and the fence, Vladimir charged forward. One of them was standing beside his cycle with the AK spitting fire. He came up behind the man and grabbed him around the neck, putting pressure on the throat. The terrorist gasped and choked, struggling for breath. Vladimir gave a vicious twist, breaking his neck and lowered the dead terrorist silently to the pavement.
He climbed aboard the cycle, lighting the other firecrackers and hurling them in the opposite direction.

The twin explosions went off and the terrorists ran toward them, firing at the supposed enemy.
"We've got hostiles out here!" one yelled into his phone. The leader swore and clicked the radio.
"I told you no tricks!" he screamed at the startled Russian on the other end.
"But - but sir, we haven't!" he started.
"I'll only warn you once! Get your men back or the hostages start dying!"
The Russian looked at his superiors. "He thinks we're attacking them for some reason."
"Well we aren't. Maybe he's psychotic or something."
The Colonel turned to Lieutenant Kropov. "Are the Spetsnaz units ready?"
"All units in place and ready, sir! Each one has his NBC suit as well."
"Good. If he starts to kill any of our men in there; we take 'im down."
The Colonel paced worriedly up and down.

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Vladimir started up the motorcycle and roared toward the gate. The terrorists couldn't hear it over the
crack of their weapons. Then one turned around. "Hey, there's some guy on a cycle!" he yelled.
Vladimir crouched as bullets whizzed around him and kept going.
"He's crazy!" a terrorist shouted as the cycle went straight toward the solid metal gate.
The cycle swerved toward a ramp and jumped onto it. Vladimir clutched the handlebars as he guided
the motorcycle upward. The engine roared as the cycle hit the end and flew into the air.
It landed with a crunch on the other side and Vladimir bounced off the seat, his legs flying backwards.

Hanging onto the handles Vladimir kept going. The terrorists watched in astonishment as he seemed to fly off down
the road.
"Who's going to tell the boss?" one of them asked. They shrugged and went back to their posts.
The leader clicked his phone. "What's the situation out there?"
"Everything is a-okay. It was just a guard, he's dead now." the terrorist lied.
"Good." *click*

Three hours later Vladimir reached the police station, completely spent. He coasted up to it because the cycle was out of gas, slowly stepping off; and walked in...
Two minutes later three officers rushed out and jumped in their police car. The siren screamed as it roared away into the night.

...

The phone rang at CCN HQ as they started to leave. Lazarus picked it up.
"Yeah?"
"Lazarus?"
"Uh-huh. Who's this?"
"Please say Arch is there-"
"Is this Larry Johnston?" Lazarus asked suspiciously.
"No! Don't say my name, the phone might be bugged. Don't you remember - the secret code?"

"Right... so what do you want, Agent 3XQ?" Lazarus rolled his eyes.

"This is hot stuff, Agent 503X. We just got a communique from our agent in Russia's Molotov district."
"I'm listening..."
"Supposedly some Chechen terrorists took over a Russian nuke site earlier this morning!"
"No way!"
"Way. Moscow is trying to keep a tight lid on it but you know how Russia is, where there's money there's information."
"Now, Larry-" Lazarus began.
"Now listen to me, Lazarus! I mean Agent 503X! According to my man, they think the terrorists are gonna launch some of the missiles!"
Lazarus looked at the phone and put it to his ear again. "You been drinking or something Larry?"
"Of course not! And that's Agent 3XQ!!! This is solid stuff, I'm telling you. They found out because a hostage escaped somehow."
Lazarus motioned to HanClinto and Buddboy. "Come over here guys."
"What's up?", Buddboy asked.
"Listen to this. Hey Larry, could you repeat that for me?" Lazarus put him on the speakerphone as he went through it again.

They looked at each other when he'd finished. "We better call Mack and Krylar." Lazarus suggested.
"Good idea." HanClinto nodded.
"Agent 3XQ signing off." Larry muttered into the phone, looking around suspiciously at the diner he was in.
"Right, seeya Larry." Lazarus shook his head.
"3XQ, Lazarus! I mean Agent 503X! It's 3XQ!"

...

"Okay, we're heading there now." Lazarus told Krylar. He clicked the phone shut.
"He wants us at the secret Lab, HanClinto. Thinks Project X26 might be the answer."
"Whoa, Project X26?" Buddboy asked.
"Yep. We don't have much time though. Let's get going!"

...

Arch and Jon looked around the room. "Not much."
"Sure isn't." Arch agreed. He gripped his MP-18. "Check that window, Jon."
"Right." Jon checked it. "I bet we could slide out if we had a rope."

Arch eyed Emily's pink sheets. "I think we could manage that."
He shook Kwonishi. "Wake up, Uncle. You got work to do."

...

Arch let the long pink cord down. "You first, Jon."
Jon climbed out and slowly crawled down the cord. A moment later he let go and jumped down.
"C'mon, Arch!" Arch shoved Kwonishi out. "Climb." he ordered. Kwonishi looked into the large
round barrel pointed at his head and climbed. Hearing shouts outside the door he quickly jumped
through the window and went down.

"Let's go!" he called to Jon. "Are you kidding? They'll come to that window and mow us down, Arch!"
Arch grinned. "No they won't. I left a little... surprise on Emily's bed. Now come on!"

As they ran into the woods, dragging Kwonishi, he watched the house. Someone ran to the window and looked out, then the entire room was engulfed in flame. "What was that?"
Arch looked back as well. "It sure was handy, Emily leaving that bomb in her dresser."
"She had a bomb in her dresser?" Jon asked incredulously.
"Right there among the shirts, socks, and dresses. Probably planning to use it on a target."

"And you were dating this moll? Uncle Kwonishi, I'm beginning to think Arch is as dumb as you..."
"Hey hey hey!" Arch responded.

...

They reached the Lab. Mack came out of Building 6. "Laz and Buddboy, c'mere. HanClinto, Krylar wants you at the main building."

"Right." HanClinto hurried over to it. Krylar looked up and spotted him. "What is project X26? I've never heard of it."
"It's a ramjet powered F-15E." Krylar replied. "We've been testing it these past few months."
"You were able to put a ramjet inside an F-15? Unbelievable!" HanClinto shook his head.

"Well, it works. And if what you've told me is true about the Russians, it's going to be our only hope."
"How so?"
"Once those missiles are launched, they are going to travel at speeds of up to MACH 4.5." Krylar continued.
"Since the U.S Safeguard system is no longer operational, we have no other way of shooting them down."
"The THAAD won't be finished till 2011." CPU said as he walked in.
"THAAD?" HanClinto asked.
"U.S. Terminal High Altitude Area Defense. Our Patriot systems won't be able to intercept them either since the range is too long. If those beaurocrats actually had any brains the THAAD would already be up, but..."

...

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"Well, this F-15E looks like our best option. We've trained Laz and Budd in the simulators and several test flights, they know how to work it."

"Anyway, the plane is in B6 and Mack is helping them get strapped in. We had to invent a very powerful G-suit to counteract the gravity since it travells at such high speed."

"Are there any problems?" HanClinto asked.
"Well,there's one..." Krylar admitted.
"What's that?"
"They won't have enough fuel to get back so they'll have to ditch in the ocean."
"What!"
"We've already got people over there ready for them, plus we've added a few things to the plane to make it easier."
"What else?"
"Well, we've got a couple cameras inside the F-15E so we can watch."

...

The F-15E taxied out to the runway. Lazarus looked back at the cockpit. "Nav officer, all systems check?"
"Check, sir!" Buddboy replied.
"Fire engines!" Lazarus pressed the throttle forward.

CPU watched as the plane shot into the sky and vanished in a blur moments later. He sat down at one of the computers.
"Hey, what's this?"
One of the security programs he'd installed was flashing a breach. "A breach?"
As CPU tapped away on the keyboard trying to boot the hacker, the kid on the other end smiled as he evaded the attempts.
"Hmm, what's this?"

The computers were recording the live video feed from the F-15E. The hacker accessed them and then, with a smirk on his face, broke into the Fox Network and accessed one of their video feeds. He quickly rerouted the view software to hose the feed from the CCN computer directly into the Fox network.

Viewers around the world were stunned as the view from the cockpit of an F-15E moving at Mach 5 over the landscape.
As the network technicians frantically struggled to cut it off the air, the hacker placed a computerized firewall over the whole system and then returned to his joust with CPU.

Totally unaware of this, Krylar and HanClinto were in the main control room talking to Lazarus.
"What kinda weapons do they have?" HanClinto asked.
"The fighter has a Vulcan six-barreled cannon, plus we've installed 6 specially modified Phoenix missiles and 4 AMRAAM air to air missiles. There is also a fluorine-gas laser on the wing that can fire three times."

"A laser?"
"They can use to to melt the engine of the missile." Krylar explained.

"This is CCN 1 to Thunderbird, over."
"We read you, CCN 1." Buddboy responded.

"Everything going well, TB 2?" Krylar asked.
"Yes, sir. We've reached the ocean and are heading out."
"Good. We'll keep you informed of the Russian situation."
"Roger. TB 2 out."

Tonnyx turned on the TV and then gasped. "DR - G4C, come in here!" They walked in. "What?"
"Look at the TV!"
"Hey, that's Buddboy and Lazarus!", DR said.

...

"Alaska site?" Krylar asked.

"Yes! It was a project started by the Clinton administration and went operational just this year."
"Oh right, I heard about that. Crazyishone!"
"Yeah?" he asked, spinning around in his chair.

"Go on the I and get me some info on that place."
"Sure thing."

"It's only got a few interceptor missiles but I bet it could shoot down at least some of them." HanClinto insisted.
"Yeah, but if they reach Alaska and it fails..." Krylar shook his head.
"Laz and Buddboy and that F-15E are our best bet, but in case they fail notify the government about this."

HanClinto picked up one of the secure phones.
"Hello, I'd like to speak to SecDef Rumsfeldt."
"Who's this?" Rumsfeldt asked.
"Never mind that. Punch this number into your pass program: 777666777"
"Uh, okay." Rumsfeldt typed it in.
"All right, number approved. So your name is HanClinto?"
"Correct. Now here's why I'm calling-"
HanClint quickly sketched out the situation for the SecDef.
"I'll get right on it." Rumsfeldt said briskly, swinging into action.
"Your welcome." HanClinto hung up.
"Well," he announced to nobody in particular. "What am I supposed to do now?"

Crazyishone leaped out of his chair. "Clint!"
"What?"
"Look at the monitors!" HanClinto looked. "Oh man..." He grabbed the phone up. "Security stations 1 2 and 3, we got multiple hostiles in sector 222 inbound on your position! Heavy firepower will be needed, over."
"Roger that, Clinto. Moving out."

Crazyishone and HanClinto pulled their weapons and exited the building, heading toward the terrorists. Behind them five shadowy figures crept up to the building...

...

Arch and Jon reached the road and thumbed a ride to CCN HQ. They found Tonnyx and the others there and quickly headed off to the Lab in Max's truck.

...

Krylar stepped back in and looked around. "Clint?" He looked at the monitors. "Jon's men. I should've known."

"Hey old man!" came a voice behind him. Krylar swung around. Five terrorists stood there, aiming their weapons at him.

"Jon wants you, daddy." one of them smirked, walking toward him.
"You aren't taking me." Krylar told them.

"Guess we'll have to bring him in pieces." they smiled evilly.
"Look out Krylar!" Arch shouted, diving through the door and knocking over three of the terrorists. As they turned in surprise Jon bodyslammed one into the floor and shot the other in the chest as he fell.

One of the terrorists rolled away, gun aimed at Arch. Krylar leaped forward, coming down on his hand. "Oww!" as he clutched his wrist a foot snapped into his face and the terrorist crumpled to the ground.

With a crunch Arch buried his fist in a terrorist's chin. His elbow slamme d into the other's chest and he collapsed with a whooshing noise. Jon rolled around with the other terrorist, punching and kicking.

Krylar ripped the terrorist away from Jon and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying across the room and into a wall. He turned and yanked the other one off the floor, throwing him into the air. He hit the ground with a thump and collapsed.

Arch got up and looked around. "Not bad, Krylar." "Hey, I'm not some old guy." Krylar told him.

...

The fight raged outside. Crazyishone leaped and ducked from bush to tree, his M4 blazing. Terrorist after terrorist fell.

HanClinto directed two soldiers to the left flank and then crouched, pulling out the bipod on his Psg-1. The crack of the sniper weapon reverberated through the forest as a terrorist took a headshot and fell dead.

...

Tonnyx got some popcorn and then sat down on the couch with G4C and DR as they watched the video from the F-15E.
"What are they doing there?" DR asked.

G4C put down his phone. "Terrorists took over a Russian nuclear missile launch site and they're going to launch the missiles. Laz and Buddboy are going to try to intercept them in that jet."

"They couldn't go that fast." Tonnyx objected.
"It's a special fighter Krylar and Mack designed with a ramjet engine. They can actually go faster than the missiles."

...

"Laz?" Buddboy called.
"What?"
"Systems check is done, missiles are armed, Laser is powered up, cannon has been cycled, we're all ready."
"Good. Now let's give them a status report."

Millions of viewers around the world watched as the jet flew over water and wave toward Russia.

"This is Lieutenant Lazarus flying the F-15E Eagle, Navigation Officer Buddboy navigating."
"Mission: Impossible."
"Buddboy..."
"Oh, sorry."
"Mission: intercept 6 Russian ICBM's with nuclear warheads and shoot them down."
"Now, this may sound crazy, so I'll try to answer some of your questions."
"What is this, a TV show?" Buddboy asked, flipping a knob on the console.

The jet turned slowly and flew south.

Lazarus continued. "We have to be careful when shooting down the missiles or they will detonate with somewhat less than healthy results to our jet."

Tonnyx finally patched through.

"Lazarus!"
Lazarus glanced up in astonishment. "Tonnyx?"
"Lazarus, listen to me. Somehow the cameras are being patched into the Fox TV network. You're on live!"

"Well, I always wanted to be on TV" Lazarus replied.
"Did you hear that Buddboy? We're on TV."
"Yeah I heard. I'm just hoping my parents aren't watching Fox News."

...Scene: Buddboy's house.

"Sam!"
"What is it, honey?"
His wife was almost apoplectic. "Our son is on TV!"
Sam ran in, banging his head on the ceiling. "OW!" (He's 6'8")
"Look!" she pointed. "It's Buddboy!"
On the screen, the camera showed Buddboy in the second cockpit.
"What the heck is he doing?" Sam asked.
Buddboy's annoying younger brother came in.
"Mom! Buddboy isn't in bed and it's past 9:30. You oughta give him a spanking!"
"Be quiet." his mother told him, staring intently at the TV.

...

"Don't worry," Lazarus was telling Buddboy. "They're probably watching NBC or CBS, or maybe the TV isn't even on..."

"Krylar? We've reached the intercept point."
"Good. Hold there and fly in circles."
"Yes sir."

...

Inside the nuclear facility, the leader waited.
The radio buzzed.
"Yeah? Okay."

"Launch the missiles, men!" he ordered.

At NORAD, the screens lit up. "We have one, two, three, six ICBM launches in southeast Russia!" a technician shouted.

Rumsfeldt slapped his hands together. "I knew it!"
"Alaska, get ready."
"We are sir."
The missiles were armed and the tops of the silos slowly swung open.
"Awaiting launch." the computer intoned.

...

"Lazarus, we have confirmation. The nuclear missiles have been launched!" Krylar shouted.

Around the world, people looked on in terror, not knowing who the missiles were aimed at.

"Laz, make a wide loop, the missiles will be heading past you in 45 seconds."
"Got it, sir!"
The plane swung around again, heading toward the sun. Buddboy grunted as his suit absorbed the heavy G.

...

"They've launched!" the soldier shouted as he rushed in.
The Colonel keyed his radio. "All Spetsnaz units, close in and storm the facility."
"Yes, sir!"

Dozens of the Russian Special Forces troops swarmed toward the site.
A soldier dropped down, aiming his bazooka. The missile slammed into the gate and blew it off the hinges.

"Go - Go!" the commander ordered. Soldiers swarmed in.

"There's soldiers outside!" a terrorist reported.
The leader went to the window. "So there are."

The outside terrorists were caught in a crossfire as Spetsnaz troops appeared behind from a secret tunnel. They went down in a hail of gunfire.

"Breach it!" Delta 1 shouted. The soldier in front of him slapped the C4 door charge onto the metal blast door and crouched, pressing the button.
Boom! The door was obliterated in a cloud of smoke.

"Need a frag." the grenade flipped through the smoking doorway and exploded.
"Go go, move it!" Soldiers poured into the building, exchanging gunfire with the terrorists.
"Objective complete. Holding position." Alpha 2 reported.
"Alpha, Go!" the commander ordered. The soldiers charged forward to the large room where the hostages were.

One of them slowly slid the door open and tossed in a Zarya-M flashbang. He booted the door down three seconds later and they ran in.

As his men were cut down around him, the leader aimed his gun at the hostages. "Take him out!" Alpha 3 shouted, cutting down three terrorists with his AN-94 Abakan submachine gun.

An AKS-74U blasted and the leader spun around, blood pouring from a wound in his side.
Ignoring the soldiers around him, he raised his gun and shot himself in the head twice.

"They're all down!" Alpha 1 said into the radio as the leader slumped to the ground.

"All hostages are safe."
"Good work, team." the commander said. He contacted the Colonel.
"Operation complete sir. All terrorists are neutralized and all hostages are safe."
"Excellent." The Colonel ground his teeth. "What's so great about that?! Those nukes are gonna hit American in about 6 minutes!" He threw the radio across the room in frustration.

...

"Target acquired!" Buddboy called.
"Lock on!" Lazarus ordered as the jet sped toward the missiles. Six streaks whizzed over the ocean at 4.5 times the speed of sound, heading toward their targets.

Lazarus pushed the throttle forward and was pressed into his seat as the jet accelerated to Mach 5.
The jet came up behind the missiles.
"Locked on No. One!" Buddboy said.
"Phoenix away!" Lazarus said, pressing the Launch button. The white missile dropped out of the weapons bay and streaked toward its target.

The nose camera followed the missile as it closed in on the nuclear missile.
The audience watched in hushed expectation. Arch and Jon had their eyes glued to the monitors.

The missile slammed into the engine of the ICBM and exploded, blowing the back of the nuke right off. The warhead whizzed downward and slammed into the ocean below, coming apart in dozens of pieces. The core was unharmed though, luckily.

Lazarus breathed a sigh of relief. "Missile one eliminated."
"Good job, Laz. Keep going." Krylar ordered.

"Missile Two acquired and locked!" Buddboy called.
"Phoenix away, Phoenix away!" Lazarus pressed the Launch button twice.
The missiles sped away, homing in on the ICBM. The twin explosions ripped the missile apart and sent it flying downwards.

"Missile two eliminated."

"Missile Three aquired. Missile Three locked!"
"Phoenix away."
The missile flew toward the ICBM, closed in... and exploded 900 feet behind it. The shock wave hit the nuclear missile and knocked it sideways but it kept flying.

"Missile three live still."
"Lock on two AMRAAM's, Buddboy!" Lazarus called.
"Acquiring... done. Locked on, Laz!" Buddboy said.

"Launching...... now!"
The smaller missiles streaked forward much faster and slammed into the ICBM.
"Missile three eliminated." Lazarus called.

The F-15E sped up faster, getting closer to the fourth missile.
"Vulcan armed?"
"Armed!"
"Fire!"
A stream of depleted uranium shells whizzed from the rotating barrels, chopping through the side of the ICBM.
"Fire again!"
The cannon blasted again, shells tearing into the missile's engine.

The missile flew on, damaged though it was.
"Let's do the laser, Buddboy!" Lazarus called.
"Yes sir!"

...

"Laser ready?"
"Laser powered up, acquiring target. Locked on engine heat."
A high pitched whine sounded inside the plane as the laser heated up.

Lazarus waited a second and pressed the Activate button. An invisible white beam of ions streamed from the laser and hit the engine.
"Pulse one over."
The laser powered up again.
"Damage assessment."
"3/4 damaged, recommend another hit." Buddboy replied.
"Laser ready?"
"Powered up, acquiring, locked on. Ready, Laz."
"Activate!"
The laser pulsed again, hitting the missile engine.
It exploded, knocking the missile end over end. The shell was ripped away as it splashed down in the ocean.

"Missile four eliminated."

"Lazarus, missile six is a heavy Russian ICBM. It's got rockets that pulse at T -4 minutes. You gotta take it out before that or it'll speed up too fast for you to intercept."

"Too late, Krylar!" Lazarus yelled. Ahead of them missile six shot forward and disappeared.
"Alaska will have to handle it. Call 'em up!"

The F-15E pulled up close to the last missile.
"Okay, this is it, get ready to ditch!" Lazarus told Buddboy.
"Laz, what are you doing?" Arch yelled.
"We gotta take out the fifth missile and I don't want to take any chances. Alaska can never do both of them."
"So what are you doing?"
"We're going to get as close as we can and launch all the missiles at it."
"That's crazy! It could detonate."
"Better here than there, Arch."
"But - but, you'll be killed."
Crazyishone arrived back in and heard the last part of the conversation.
"Laz, they got the thruster rockets installed, right?"
"Yup, that's what I was planning."

"Mind filling me in?" Arch asked.

...

"NO!" Buddboy's Mom screamed. "He'll be killed!"
"Don't do it son! It's crazy!" his father said.
His brother watched with wide eyes, finally comprehending the situation.

...

The jet moved closer to the speeding missile.
"Acquired target! Locked on target!" Buddboy called.
"Firing Phoenix 5 and 6 and AMRAAM 3 and 4!" Lazarus said, pressing the Launch button.
"Laser pulsing now!" The stream of ions slammed into the engine as the missiles exploded around the ICBM.
"Lazarus, we've detected the detonator activating!" Krylar shouted.
"Rocket Thrusters on!"
Lazarus pressed the button.
Under the engines 2 rockets ignited, streams of flame pouring from the exhaust nozzles.
The F-15E blasted forward at Mach 6 - 7 - 8. The jet streaked past the missile into the sky as Lazarus pushed the nose up.

...

"Out of range in 10 seconds. Detonation in 12 seconds." the computer warned.
"Cutting it awful close." Buddboy said.
"Come on!" Lazarus urged the plane. "Come on..."

"I can't look..." Buddboy's mom covered her eyes.
Sam put his arm around her, staring at the TV screen.

Everyone watched as the jet sped forward, the red timers counting down on the console.
The missile nosedived toward the ocean, the computer inside counting down as well.

"10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1"
"12-11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3"
"Made it!" Buddboy exclaimed.

BOOM!

Lazarus banged his head on the console as the jet was thrown forward by the explosion.
Buddboy looked back. "Whoa!"

A gigantic mushroom cloud rose above the ocean.

"Lazarus, are you there?" Arch asked.
"Yes, we're here." Lazarus answered.
"Praise the Lord!" Krylar exclaimed.
"Amen." Buddboy echoed from the backseat.

"YES!" Buddboy's father shouted, leaping into the air exultantly.
"OW!" (he banged his head on the ceiling)
"Are you all right, Sam?"

...Location: Alaska ABM site.(Anti ballistic missile)

"We got radar on the missile!" a technician called.
"Target appears to be heading for- " he called out the coordinates.
"That's the area where CCN HQ is." Rumsfeldt realized.
"Jon..."

"Tracking, range 9000 - 8500 - 7000 - 6800 - "
"Intercept missiles armed and ready."
"Firing at range 5500."
"Range - 6500 - 6000 - 5700 - 5500"
"Launch!"
Inside the silos, the rockets fired. The missiles leaped from their
underground resting place and shot into the sky.

"Time till intercept: 20 seconds."
"19-18-17-16-15-"
Rumsfeldt looked at his watch. He clicked his tongue nervously.
"14-13-12-11-10-"

Nine seconds later, the missiles blew up in the ICBM's path, vaporizing it.
"Target destroyed."
"Yessss!" Rumsfeldt shouted, jumping up in the air.

...

Jon swore and stamped around the room, punching holes in the walls.
"I'll get you CCN, I'll get you if it is the last thing I ever do!"
"Calm down, Jon." Emily told him. "We're not finished yet!"

...
Lazarus

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[This message has been edited by Realm Master (edited October 10, 2006).]

"Uh, are those cameras still on, Tonnyx?"
"Yes, they are. CPU hasn't been able to kick the hacker yet."

Back at the Lab, CPU typed away, battling the invader.

Krylar hit a number on his phone. "Realm, they're coming down. Your people all prepared?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. We'll be in touch."
He set the phone down and turned to Arch. "Do you know where Jon is?"
"Well, he was at that place in Missouri last I knew."
Jon grunted as he dragged in a large bag. "What's that?"
Kwonishi rolled out of it, rubbing his head. "I never want to do that again."
"I doubt they'll make you do it in prison." Arch told him.

...

"Ditch procedure starting now."
The jet nosed downward and dived toward the ocean, into the sun. Lazarus sped it up and put his hand on the eject handle.
"Time till impact, fifteen seconds." the computer intoned. "Buddboy, you ready?" "Buddboy?" He looked back.
Buddboy was lying unconscious in his seat. "Oh man." Lazarus quickly turned his mike all the way up and then clapped his hands together.
Buddboy leaped up as the sound resounded through the cockpit. "What happened, Laz?" "Dunno, you just blacked out."
"Oh, sorry."
"Time till impact, seven seconds."
"Do it at five!" Lazarus called.
There wasn't a camera behind the jet so this was all anybody saw.
The jet headed toward the water below at 6 times the speed of sound. It slammed into the water and exploded in a gigantic fireball. The cameras
were of course destroyed. The last thing on the screen was the sight of the jet touching the water.

...

Lazarus pulled the eject handle. "Ummph!" he grunted as the cockpit was blown out of the plane and shot into the air. Far below him the jet slammed into the water and exploded. "Good thing we weren't in there..."
He turned his head. Buddboy had already opened his chute and was floating toward the water.
"Krylar, where's RM?"
"Lemme check your helmet camera." Krylar quickly brought it up on the monitor. "Okay, steer west more."
"Right." Swinging his legs, Lazarus angled himself to the side as the wind blew him across the waves.

...

"I see him." Buddboy called. A large black catamaran sat in the water. It buzzed toward them.
"Are you sure?" Lazarus asked. Below, men spilled out onto the deck of the craft and opened fire on the two pilots.
"That is definitely NOT RealmMaster!" Lazarus shouted, clicking his radio. "Krylar, we got a boat full of hostiles down there and we're takin' fire!"

Krylar's eyes widened in alarm. "RM, where are you?"
"Heading toward them sir. We got a radar sighting on the catamaran."
"Take it out fast!"
"Yes sir."
He turned to the men on the deck as the yacht steamed through the water. "Soon as we get in range, put a Stinger through each side of the hull and then we board it."
"Got it." Lava and Firemaker crouched, aiming the missiles at the black speck ahead.

...

As Buddboy sank lower, he heard a crack above him. A hole appeared in the parachute, and then two more. "My chute's been hit!" he called to Lazarus.
Lazarus reached into his flight suit. "Sure didn't think I'd be needing this." he pulled a Colt .45 out and started firing at the terrorists.
"Buddboy, get down as fast as you can."
A moment later Buddboy splashed into the ocean and ripped his parachute off. Water splattered around his body as the terrorists fired at the fast swimming figure.

Lazarus aimed and fired. A terrorist slumped over. They fired at him. Lazarus yanked his chute horizontal and dropped toward the water faster. He swung it back up a moment later and splashed gently into the water, quicky unhooking it from his body.

"Fire!" Realm called. The rockets flew forward and slammed into the hull of the catamaran. At the helm of the yacht, Realm steered it forward, aiming at the other boat.
As the terrorists ran about in confusion on the burning ship, one of them saw the yacht zooming at them. "He's gonna ram us!" the man screamed seconds before the yacht plowed through the middle of the catamaran. Realm and Lava leaped into the enemy ship, firing at the disoriented terrorists. Firemaker shifted his position and launched another Stinger into the back section of the boat. It exploded and sank beneath the waves minutes later.

...

Lazarus and Buddboy swam toward the yacht and climbed aboard. A moment later RM and Lava jumped back in, carrying several unconscous terrorists. The rest lay around the deck or swam frantically away from the burning ship.
"Let's get out of here!" RM yelled. "Increase power to engines! Full speed ahead." The yacht lunged forward, the prow of the ship slicing through the water. Behind them the catamaran blew up. A massive fireball streaked skyward as the ship was ripped apart by the explosion.

"That was close." Lazarus said, wiping his forehead.

The yacht headed for home.*

...

Lazarus

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Originally posted by Lazarus:
We know where you are... we know what you do... we watch your every move...

Um, clones?

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yeah, im a little crazy

Awaiting Avatar Image Size rechange...

Lazarus

my dads name is Sam, so you can fix it so it looks better. you could make him like hitting his head on the ceiling in surprise cuz hes really tall (6' 8") LOL!

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that post was really cool ^

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K, I've changed it a little, added more dialogue between your parents

Lazarus

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that post was really cool ^

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