Meanwhile, in the center of the factory, the kids were hunched behind a large pressing machine, which really had no place in a drug lab but to provide the typical evil factory noise. “Any idea how to get out of here?” asked Zachary.
A factory worker fell to the ground, his head landing right in front of them, his face bloodied and beaten. The punches, explosions, and screams were getting closer. “We can’t stay here much longer,” said GG Crono. “This place is going to be a war zone in a few seconds!”
No sooner had he said this than the fighting noise ceased. The four kids breathed heavily as heavy footsteps approached them, growing ever louder and more rthymic. Finally, a voice rang out. “Where are the kids?”
Weiila’s ears perked up. “Galloway!” she whispered. She moved to reveal herself, but GG Crono quickly grabbed her arm and put a finger to his lips. “Wait here. We’re not sure if they’re done yet.”
“Kids? What kids?” muttered a frantic, unfamiliar voice. “We’re just-”
“Fou-lu, continue planting the explosives!” said another voice. The kids recognized it as Heaven’s Soldier’s. Another series of footsteps followed, accompanied by the sound of objects being duct taped to walls.
“What the hell are you doing, Galloway?” shouted Mabat’s voice.
“I’m not leaving those kids here,” said Galloway. “If this guy doesn’t know, then we’ll just have to inquire with his boss. Speaking of which, where is the walking leaf fire?”
“…Galloway, take a bloody analogy class, PLEASE!” said Poke’s voice.
“I-I-I don’t know!” said the unfamiliar voice. “Please, don’t hurt me!”
Another series of foot steps rushed up. “Chief!” said Fou-lu’s voice. “The bombs are all set. All we have to do is get outside!”
“Okay, can we go out now?” asked Zachary.
Pierson nodded in agreement, and all four quickly rushed from behind the machine, tackling Heaven’s Soldier and Mabat. However, the two were focused on Galloway…who now held the top of the press above a thug’s head. “Come on, Galloway!” said Fou-lu. “The kids are all right! Let’s go!”
“Where’s your boss?” asked Galloway.
The thug finally answered. “He’s in the back! He’ll be here soon!”
Galloway’s demeanor quickly changed, from murderous and bloodlustful to pleased and contempt. He pulled the thug forward and dropped the top of the machine. “Thank you,” he said. “Now, since we can’t have you following us…” He slammed the thug on the back of the head, knocking him out cold. He turned to the rest of the assault team, who were still staring in shock. “What?”
Heaven’s Soldider looked down at the kids. “You guys head to the boat. Mabat, Poke and Fou-lu, look for demigod and the guy behind this. Galloway and I are going to have a little talk.”
MEANWHILE, IN AN INNER SANCTUM DEEP WITHIN THE FACTORY…
demigod strode into a small, smoke-filled chamber. The walls were completely gray, the ground was solid concrete, and a deep hissing noise filled the air. “Come out! This ends now!”
A voice seemed to come from all around. “I knew you never would come back to our side. You betrayed your people, demigod!”
“You are not my people!” said demigod. “I only stayed with you a brief period of time! I wish to have noting to do with you monsters!”
“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” said the voice. “You are not a catch yourself!” Suddenly, a cloud of smoke next to demigod materialized into a fist and slammed him against the wall. The cloaked being’s body slumped to the floor, as the figure materialized and exited the chamber, a heavy steel door slamming shut behind it.
A FEW MINUTES LATER, ON THE FACTORY FLOOR…
Mabat and Pokefreak looked at several large, yellow steel drums. Each was filled almost to the brim with green liquid, which seemed to be literally eating through the metal. “They have enough of this crap to kill three-quarters of Asia!” said Mabat.
“This guy REALLY knows how to work!” said Poke. He looked over his shoulder to Fou-lu, who was inspecting several documents. “Find anything?”
“Not a blasted thing,” said Fou-lu. “These are just a bunch of forged work orders. There’s not enough here to point at anything, but I think I know how they-”
Suddenly, an invisible force grabbed all three and lifted them a foot into the air. “Hello, mortals. Did I come at a bad time?”
MEANWHILE, JUST OUTSIDE THE FACTORY…
Galloway and Heaven’s Soldier took a few steps out the factory’s front door before stopping. “Galloway, what the hell was that?” said Heaven’s Soldier.
“You mean knocking the guy out?” said Galloway. “Well, since we were planning on rescuing as many evil workers as possible, I figured-”
“No, not that! Were you really going to kill that guy?”
Galloway lowered his head. “In all honesty…yes.”
Heaven’s Soldier could barely control his unbridled rage. “What the hell is wrong with you? I should-”
The sudden sound of screaming alerted them to happenings inside the building.
MEANWHILE, ON THE FACTORY FLOOR…
Poke and Fou-lu were sent flying onto the floor below, while Mabat continued to fight the smoking figure, which continued to slowly push the blue mage back. The superhero threw every attack he ever learned, but the figure simply fazed through them and responded which his own attacks, which Mabat barely managed to block. Although he could tell the attacks were magical, he was unable to concentrate or formalize just how they were being performed; in fact, the figure treated them like it was just a natural part of its body.
Finally, Mabat could take no more, and the figure kneed him in the gut, knocking him to his knees. He collapsed to his knees, lookingly dizzedly at his possible killer. “You fight well,” said the figure. “Far better than your foolish friends, in any case. Have a good trip.” The figure uppercutted Mabat into the air, landing on a series of stairs leading from the catwalk to the main floor. Just as Mabat started to land, however, Heaven’s Soldier appeared, grabbing him before he could take much more damage and rushing him to the recovering police.
Meanwhile, Galloway flew to the catwalk, readying for some sort of battle. The figure simply sighed, raised one hand, and telekinetically blasted Galloway to the far end of the catwalk, sending him crumpling against the railing just over the rotating cylinder of death. “I have no time for you, saiyan. I never saw a blue mage before; I was interested in his abilities. I have, however, seen every trick a saiyan is capable of.”
“What the hell are you planning?” coughed Galloway, a small amount of blood trickling from his lip.
“Isn’t it obvious?” said the figure. He motioned all around him. “This was just the first step. I was instructed to weaken the resolve of this world, before the main force moves in to destroy it. It was easy to fool the government into thinking we were simple drug dealers; that is why they were so eager to send you. That was why we were so eager to test you. And you, my friend-”
Suddenly, the figure screamed in pain as a blue claw penetrated its smokey mass, drawing green blood for the first time since the case began. The smoky figure screamed in a mixture of pain and fear; it appeared to be the first time it was ever badly injured. The claw withdrew, and demigod circled around the figure. “Hello, ‘my friend.’”
“You…traitor…” coughed the figure. The wound suddenly healed, and the figure raised his smokey hands in preparation for combat. demigod followed suit, and quickly blasted the figure in the face with a black energy bolt. The figure responded by flying forward in a cloud of smoke and encircling demigod, pounding him from all sides. The cloaked one responded by swinging both hands to the side, pushing the smoke away enough to jump out of the ring. The figure reformed, and slammed demigod in the chest, which was countered with an uppercut to what constituted as the chin. Galloway, meanwhile, stumbled to help the three wounded members of the team, as well as sweep the factory one more time.
demigod quickly began to gain the upper hand, slamming the figure across the side of the face with both fists and jump kicking him against the railing. The cloaked one lunged at the smoked one, grabbing him by what would constitute the throat in normal cases. “Surrender?” said demigod.
“This is not…the end,” growled the figure. With that, it pushed demigod away with a blast of energy, and raised both hands, gathering energy around them. After a few seconds, it fired both energies at once, and a small portal was created. Before demigod could respond, the figure jumped through, the portal closing behind it.
demigod slowly walked down the catwalk, while Galloway returned to help carry Mabat out of the building. “Who was that?” muttered Mabat.
“In many ways,” said demigod, “he was a brother. Let us leave it at that for now.”
A SHORT TIME LATER, BACK ON THE SKIFF…
Galloway sat Mabat down, and made his way to the helm. The kids were sitting seated in the back of the boat, waiting to leave the horrible place. “Alright, folks!” said Galloway. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” He turned the key to start the engine…and nothing happened. “The hell?” He walked to the engine, and saw that there was no charge left in the battery. “Damn! We must have burned it up when we went at warp speed somehow!”
“Now what?” said Pierson.
“I think there’s a spare battery in the front,” said Galloway. “I’ll be back in a second.” He walked to the front of the ship, while the rest of the Task Force simply stared forward, the engine panel still left open. When Galloway returned a few minutes later, new battery in hand, he saw Zachary tinkering with the machinery. “Hey! Stop that, kid!”
Mabat grabbed the child and pulled him from the machinery, while Galloway looked to examine the engine. “Nothing seems to be out of place…” Suddenly, the engine became alive, as if new energy was being pumped into it.
Everyone looked around in confusion, but deciding not to rest on it, continued on their way, driving as far from the island as possible. Meanwhile, in the background, the entire factory exploded in a rain of debirs and flame. demigod hung his head sadly, but the rest of the crew was ecstatic to escape.
MEANWHILE, ON A LARGE FREIGHTER…
Heaven’s Soldier, Pokefreak and Fou-lu steered the ship, as their “passangers,” consisting of workers at the factory, sat chained on the deck, next to several hundred red metal crates. “So, they snuck the drugs in deliveries of Swedish Fish,” said Fou-lu.
“Nobody eats that stuff, so it must have been easy to sneak them through customs,” said Poke.
“We should be meeting up with the FBI soon,” said Heaven’s Soldier. “After that, let’s go to celebrate!”
(okay, I’ll add the last little bit later)
is the only one I could find of him…