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Colonel Strong led the flashlight to the front of him—which remained as more paths. Jini looked at the top with a belief that they must've got from there. "Don't see anything," she confirmed silently, as her hopes were still remaining up top. Arthur sighed disappointedly—most likely because he was missing his time of hot coffee. The colonel began to look at the ground for any type of footmarks.

"Something is wrong here," Colonel Strong mumbled. The prisoners started looking at the lieutenant hopelessly.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Keep going!" the colonel shouted.

Nothing was there, no door, no footmark—and no sign of exit. *Thunk* Arthur opened his eyes on that particular sound from the floor. The colonel looked around as he gasped. "Down here, come on." They all rushed in quickly leaving Jini as the last to get in—although she took it as no offense.

There was just a wall in front of them, as they closed the hatch. Jini forward all in front of them which offended Colonel Strong. She pressed random stuff on the wall which opened the door, in a magnificent way. "Move, move, move!" the colonel shouted.

Nearby was in perhaps—a SWAT car, not most likely theirs but was given in a forced way. In a rushed sense, many SEOT prisoners jumped into the car, whether top or inside.

"Who's best at driving these cars?" Jini asked as she looked at Arthur, which in this case had no experience. "I don't know—Colonel?" he asked as the response was turned to Colonel Strong. "I'll try—let's just hope we don't exactly explode." It was preferred that everyone including Arthur, Jini and the experienced colonel wanted to make a move out of California.

Jini shut the door as she got in. "Alright, let's move." It was a matter of time before what she said was much more important than now. Guards started screaming as they recognized the orange uniforms and the truck. "Move!" Colonel Strong forcefully pushed the pedal—causing the wheels to make a certain screech.

A guard from the front of the house snatched his walkie-talkie. "Sir! Prisoners have been taken! 10-48! Code Red! Code Red!" Cruisers came alive and pursued the truck. "We have a very unwelcome company!" a prisoner freakingly shouted. Colonel Strong reacted with a deep force. He turned the car ducking by the turn of the four side road.

Cruisers crept close to the truck—they waited as they spoke through the dispatch. "Pull over!" they shouted—with a certain mock. Colonel Strong adjusted the handle and rammed into them. *Crash* The car lost control—ending with a shear at the window from a sedan. As SEOT executives tried to bring the truck to a planned position—one started shouting. "More backup! Officer down!"

A helicopter began appearing up in the sky, having a certain shooter up at the rails. *Grrrr* Rapid fire skimmed across the roof—possibly affecting the machine gun. "I'm going up top," the boxer-faced man shouted. He climbed up and grabbed hold of the gun.

Hasty fire from both sides began to meet with each other. Jini crashed the window from her side and responded with firing an assault rifle—presumed to be filled.

"Colonel—we might have to move over there—we're getting heavy fire!" Jini shouted as her rubber-banded black hair hovered over her mouth. Colonel Strong randomly referred to the right which he turned to the right. Civilian cars were abrupt by the time of the cars—causing them to ram three slight cruisers.

*Crash—Shatter*

Police cruisers flew from the ground as they continued to chase the truck. They landed with a hard hit, which caused them to slip and fall outside of the runaway. But, that didn't cease the other cruisers that we're in that matter.

"We're gonna be here for quite a while."

Doxin:

Dad fell down vigorously—causing his head to burn more than usual. "You're weak. You have no backbone," Mr. Scam hissed as he walked towards him. With a quenching grab, he forced Dad's body up to him. "You're nothing but a drag, boy." Dad pushed him away as there was space between one another.

Punch

Duck

Kick

Flip

Dad grabbed a hit from Mr. Scam and kneed him. He wobbled backwards and gave a blow. Dad elbowed—perplexing his face. Mr. Scam jabbed him and kicked him directly in the belly.

Dad fell down and grunted. "Ahh, ja. The old fall—common," Mr. Scam mocked, as he punched the ground from the dodge of Brent. He got up and he punched Mr. Scam. He pushed him and reached for an elbow to the throat. But, Mr. Scam refused to allow a hit—blocking he hit and with a blow to the arm.

Dad shouted in pain and ducked the turning kick presented from his opponent. Mr. Scam punched and swung his arm every direction—but Dad dodged and led with a push and a ram to the wall. He rolled over and went behind Mr. Scam.

*Wa-pow*

Mr. Scam flew over and landed on his head. "Look at the weak one now. No one will ever hurt me or my family—ever!"

But then, with a flash—he brought a pistol facing right directly to his head. "Move any closer, and you'll never see the daylight again." Dad looked at him with a dark sigh.

*Pow-taka*

He found himself blank on the floor and groaning. Blood slid out his mouth as he found the blood leaking from his teeth.

Jenora kicked a soldier from the hanging base-up. The soldier tumbled and shot his pistol. But, with an utter miss, she bashed him in the face and dragged from the base. Rapid fire raged around the room.

*Ting Ting*

The sound of medal grunting from the missed hits and hurried fire.

*Grrrrr*

The sound of rifles firing—whether from Jacques or the three guards left in the room.

"We're becoming overpowered!" he shouted as he saw that more reinforcements came. Doxin coughed as he grunted in pain on his back. "Aww, my back!" he shouted from the throb. The french detective shouted overwhelmingly as they're behind a destroyed fluffy, white chair.

"Don't worry, we'll find you someone!"

The commotion unbearably rose indefinitely. Jenora looked around.

She saw the reinforcements rushing her way. She ducked and rolled from the bullets. She fled from the raging bullets—which she knew wasn't gonna last until she was shot. She gasped and grunted in every close shot.

She jumped off the first floor of the base and landed weakly onto the second one.

"She's running down there!" one of the guards shouted. He pointed to three random guards. "You three, get her!" Being gestured—the three guards scuttled down the stairs, ejecting their bullets. Mom looked backwards as the guards began to chase her.

"Shoot!" she shouted. She threw a grenade—which had a handy benefit on the floor. The guards threw back the grenade but in a farther position.

*Boom*

Parts of the floor flew around, disappearing in a sudden gaze. The second floor of the base split—leaving Jenora hanging from the turning piece. She screamed as she fell—risking the injury of Det. Doxin. Guards slid down as the floor began falling to the angle of a straight pole. "Get her!" they shouted.

In an unfortunate reach, the guard raised his foot to stomp on her hands. With a nimble attempt, Jenora switched her hands—making the guard miss. She raised her legs with a far assist—kicking the guard. He fell backwards and slid down to a fall.

"Oh, God," she grunted. Guards began shooting at her and she was the plain target.

Mr. Scam slid on his feet, as he violently gazed at Brent. He kicked—but missed with a bended dodge from Dad. He punched him in the face and thrusted him but, with a withheld hand—Mr. Scam softly kicked him. Space was between them.

Dad directly looked at him with a spurt of hate.

"Why did you try to kill me?"

Mr. Scam laughed roughly.

Dad screamed with clenched teeth.

"Why did you kill my sister?! Why did you do all this?!"

Mr. Scam sighed with a chuckle. "You abandoned and betrayed SEOT. Turned away from us—after falling in love with our target. We're forgotten. We used to be a big fort—supported by the military. Now, we had to be an unknown base!

"Why shouldn't I try to kill you? Why shouldn't I kill your sister who was such a supporter for you? Why shouldn't I do all this?"

Dad sighed. "Well, Schaffer. I'm afraid you forgot that you turned the organization to a criminal business." Mr. Scam spat. Suddenly, Dad brought out a pistol. Mr. Scam laughed horrifically.

"You think you'll kill me? You don't have no gut, no backbone, no strength. In fact, kill me—I'm all open," he shouted, relieving his arms widely. Brent smiled with pleasure. Mr. Scam knew suddenly—something changed in him. Vengeance.

"I will make sure that you pay for all you did to my family, killing my sister, and for threatening to kill my son. I'll make sure you never see the daylight ever again."

*Boom*

Mr. Scam fell as he felt his whole body glow in pain. His eyes closed and his hat left off. HIs hair was brown and silky. But, the handkerchief still didn't budge.