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Everything was in place. The final push was about to begin. Mr. Bigg felt giddy at the prospect of his ultimate victory. Nothing could stop him now. Dark Eagle and his Machine Gunners placed his weapons crates throughout D.C. so that Willow Wisp’s Biker Chicks could acquire them with ease. Shinobi Blade’s ninjas were already holding positions around the White House ready to take out any Secret Service that tried to get in his way. Shadow Ghost and the Surgeon should be making their way through the secret passageway revealed on the blue prints which would put them in the Oval Office.
“The apocalypse is at hand” Mr. Bigg spoke the activation code into his communicator.
Willow Wisp acknowledged the call and ordered her gang “alright girls, let’s go shopping.”
The Biker Chicks from Hell began grabbing weapons from the crates so they could start breaking into shops all around the city in order to keep the police’s attention off of the White House.
Dark Eagle watched this from his vantage point from an observation window in the Washington Monument “guess it’s time I intervened” he said pressing a command into a remote built into his belt buckle.
The weapons crates all around the city detonated simultaneously killing more than a few of Willow Wisps gang. Only a few managed to get clear with weapons before they were all destroyed. The explosions alerted the entire city to the danger that awaited them.
“Code Red” Mr. Bigg shouted angrily into his communicator “move, move, move!”
Shinobi Blade and his ninja assassins went to work taking out every armed guard on the White House grounds. Shadow Ghost and the Surgeon picked up their pace breaking into a sprint towards the Oval Office. What the heck had happened? Something was terribly wrong.
Soon fights were breaking out all over the place. Willow Wisp and her Biker Chicks fired on police and civilians alike in an effort to create as much panic as they still could. The ninjas were going toe to toe with the Secret Service, some of which were highly skilled hand to hand combatants. Throughout all the commotion Shadow Ghost and the Surgeon arrived at their target.
Opening the secret panel in the wall Shadow Ghost fired off a canister of gas into the room then proceeded to enter with her gasmask in place. An aid fell to the floor screaming in a fit of panic while a secretary fled from the room as if she was being chased by a wild beast. The President himself was not in the office. The Surgeon shot the aid point blank with his silenced pistol and two then exited the room firing another canister into the hallway.
“We have to hurry” Shadow Ghost urged “my hallucinogens won’t last long!”
The Surgeon nodded his understanding and picked up the pace. Anytime they came across another person he would shoot them between the eyes and continue moving. Finally they came to the President’s private suite. Shadow Ghost kicked the door in and fired her gasinator.
Entering the room she found him cowering on the floor whimpering like a baby jabbering something about wolves. She places a hand on his shoulder and immediately she shared his thoughts. As a child he watched as his father was torn to shreds by wolves during a camping trip. The poor man was now reliving that moment in his mind due to her hallucinogens.
The Surgeon shoved her out of the way and grabbed the President by his arm and yanked him to his feet “we don’t have time to dilly-dally. Mr. Bigg wants this man taken to H.Q.”
Shoving the President in front of him the Surgeon makes his way back from which they came. He was planning to use the secret passageway to get the United States leader out of the Washington without anyone being the wiser. Shadow Ghost followed at a swift pace.
Outside in the streets chaos continued. Mr. Bigg shouted commands into his communicator and his troops attempted to carry out his orders. Several forms took up positions on rooftops and surrounded the National Mall boxing in the Conglomerate’s kingpin.
“What the…?” Mr. Bigg roared at the shadowy forms.
“Give it up Bigg” a female voice shouted back!
He heard the click of several hammers being pulled back as rifles were aimed in his direction. Furious at this intervention Mr. Bigg grabbed a large metal garbage can and hurled it in the direction of the voice. Automatic guns fired together and he dove behind a parked SUV. The gunfire kept him pinned down. Who the hell was shooting at him?
As if in answer to that question, the owner of the voice swooped down from the rooftop using her cape to glide down gently. The gunfire stopped and Mr. Bigg peered over the hood of the vehicle. He saw Raptor standing there with one of his AK-47s in her hands.
“How did you get my weapons?” he asked befuddled.
“Because I gave them to her” Dark Eagle said stepping out from behind a column.
Rage swelled inside Mr. Bigg as he realized he had been betrayed. He slammed his fist into the pavement sending a quake beneath the other two’s feet knocking them down. More gunfire erupted at this time but it wasn’t aimed at him. Several of Shinobi Blade’s ninjas had engaged the snipers on the rooftops. Activating the telescopic mode on his helmet visor Bigg saw that the Raptor’s backup were members of the SWAT team.
“At least the Surgeon secured the President. This won’t be a complete waste” Mr. Bigg said to himself as he turned to flee the scene.
The Epilogue is coming soon...
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