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The ticking grew louder and louder, drawing the attention of all the robots. Then an unsettling silence spread through the room, which was immediately followed by a large explosion destroying the large metal wall. The smoke cleared, revealing something nobody was prepared for; a one armed man in a wheelchair covered with guns, flamethrowers, and grenade and missile launchers being pushed by a blind guy.

Scott pulled a rope, and four missiles were launched into the horde of robots. The legion then turned away from the captured group, deeming them not a threat, and started charging towards the armed wheelchair.

"Okay, they're right in front of us…" Scott whispered, "Three, two, ONE!"

Both of them pulled two ropes each releasing a wave of flames, bullets, and various explosives into the army, successfully destroying 3/4ths of them.

"You going to stand there, or fight?" Scott taunted his teammates who were still trying to comprehend what just happened, "Go left!" he ordered Jackson, as he shot a couple of robots with a pistol.

After the team recovered, they each grabbed some sort of melee weapon and began slaughtering robots right and left.

~0~0~0~

After the Abby had broken at least half of the Administrators bones, she paused for a moment, "Now apologize."

"What?"

"Apologize."

"I've made your life a living Hell, I'm about to die, and you want me to apologize?" The Administrator was shocked by the naivety of this mere lab rat.

"Yes."

"Never."

"Now…" Abby growled as she crushed the Administrator's throat.

"N-no." Unnoticed by Abby, the Administrator weakly lifted her arm, and grabbed the metal plate.

"The longer you take to apologize, the longer you're stuck in here with me, NOW APOLOGIZE!"

"N-no-" the Administrator's body went limp, the gas finished her off before Abby could. In her hand was the metal plate. The metal armor and weapons on Abby disappeared. And for the first time in 10 years, she was able to take a breath, but the air was toxic.

A wave of anger fell over Abby as the gas began to suffocate her, "YOU MEAN I COULD'VE TAKEN THAT STUPID THING OFF THIS WHOLE TIME!?" her legs grew weak and she collapsed in the dark box.

~0~0~0~

"Okay, now forward." Scott instructed Jackson towards the control room as threw a grenade into a group of robots, "Left, oh crap! Right!"

"Make up yer mind!"

"Right!" they wheeled into the control room, "Abby, you in here?" A light tapping was heard from a metal box on the side of the room, "Is that you?" he noticed the gas being pumped into it, "Um, we're going to bust you out of there, hold on!" he shot a couple of sticky bombs onto it, "Backwards!" Once they were at a safe distance, the bombs went off, destroying one side of the wall. "Forwards about twenty feet."

Abby laid unconscious inside next to the remains of the Administrator. She coughed and regained consciousness. "Did we win?"

"Not yet." A voice from behind them spat. Gray, Blutarch, and Redmond Mann were standing on the opposite side of the room. They were all in a giant robot. Gray at the head and the others on each arm. "I applaud your resourcefulness though."

"What is it?" Jackson asked Scott.

"A giant-friggen robot." Scott slapped his hand over his face, "Of course."

"We haven't come this far just to be stopped by a bunch of psychopaths." Redmond called from the left arm.

"We're out of ammo, aren't we?" Scott asked sarcastically, "We always run out of ammo at the worst time."

"Yep."

"Of course…"

"I've actually gotten used to it." Abby shrugged.

"Now, if you don't mind, we'll be smashing you now." Blutarch hissed from the right arm, "Oh I'm going to enjoy this."

A canon mounted on the robots chest began glowing, but a rock flew through the air and hit it before it could fire.

"TASTE THE RAINBOW!" Tavish slurred as he lobbed another rock at the giant metal contraption.

The mechanical giant stomped over to him and lifted him into the air, "You really thought you could stop us?" Gray spat.

"I wasn't tryin'." He grinned as the robot began to malfunction, dropping him onto the cold floor. He and the others ran for cover as the robot exploded in a fireball of doom.

"How-?" Scott looked over the debris.

"Zhat would be my doing." The BLU Spy materialized next to him, "Those idiots forgot about my sapper."

"Did we actually win this time?" Boris stepped over a large piece of metal.

"I think we did…" Nathan sat down on another piece of wreckage.

"What now?" Mackenzie limped over to Scott.

"I'll answer that…" A female voice calmly responded, the woman was shorter, had glasses, dark hair, and a purple dress. Behind her was a large group of FBI agents. "You will all go home and pretend this never happened."

"Okay, I'm done." Abby threw her hands in the air, "I'm not sitting through anymore explanations, expositions or anything. I'll be waiting outside."

"Me too." Nathan trotted after her, "I've had enough secret schemes and crap to last a lifetime."

"Ditto," Scott groaned, "Forward."

"Anyone else?" Miss Pauling asked, no one moved, "Good, we've been working on trying to take this operation apart, but have failed each time. Luckily for us, you all happened to be here."

"Wait, you mean we could've had government assistance and not have to fight by ourselves?" Martin stepped forward, "And now that we've destroyed a company who was trying to take over the world, you're telling us not to talk about it?"

"Basically, yes."

Martin went to say something, but instead just shot a glare at her and followed the others out. One by one everyone followed him, but Miss Pauling stopped Mackenzie, "Sorry about your uncle."

"How did you know about that?" Mackenzie shot her the mother of all glares.

"I killed him while I was undercover."

Mackenzie stood silent for a moment, not making any facial expressions, then punched Miss Pauling in the face, knocking her to the ground, "Good riddance." She spat a wad of spit onto her before she walked outside.

"Ma'am, do we arrest them?" one of the FBI agents asked.

"No," Miss Pauling said as she stood up, "They've been through enough. Now secure the evidence."

"Yes, Admiral Pauling."

Description
The ticking grew louder and louder, drawing the attention of all the robots. Then an unsettling silence spread through the room, which was immediately followed by a large explosion destroying the large metal wall. The smoke cleared, revealing something nobody was prepared for; a one armed man in a wheelchair covered with guns, flamethrowers, and grenade and missile launchers being pushed by a blind guy.

Scott pulled a rope, and four missiles were launched into the horde of robots. The legion then turned away from the captured group, deeming them not a threat, and started charging towards the armed wheelchair.

"Okay, they're right in front of us…" Scott whispered, "Three, two, ONE!"

Both of them pulled two ropes each releasing a wave of flames, bullets, and various explosives into the army, successfully destroying 3/4ths of them.

"You going to stand there, or fight?" Scott taunted his teammates who were still trying to comprehend what just happened, "Go left!" he ordered Jackson, as he shot a couple of robots with a pistol.

After the team recovered, they each grabbed some sort of melee weapon and began slaughtering robots right and left.

~0~0~0~

After the Abby had broken at least half of the Administrators bones, she paused for a moment, "Now apologize."

"What?"

"Apologize."

"I've made your life a living Hell, I'm about to die, and you want me to apologize?" The Administrator was shocked by the naivety of this mere lab rat.

"Yes."

"Never."

"Now…" Abby growled as she crushed the Administrator's throat.

"N-no." Unnoticed by Abby, the Administrator weakly lifted her arm, and grabbed the metal plate.

"The longer you take to apologize, the longer you're stuck in here with me, NOW APOLOGIZE!"

"N-no-" the Administrator's body went limp, the gas finished her off before Abby could. In her hand was the metal plate. The metal armor and weapons on Abby disappeared. And for the first time in 10 years, she was able to take a breath, but the air was toxic.

A wave of anger fell over Abby as the gas began to suffocate her, "YOU MEAN I COULD'VE TAKEN THAT STUPID THING OFF THIS WHOLE TIME!?" her legs grew weak and she collapsed in the dark box.

~0~0~0~

"Okay, now forward." Scott instructed Jackson towards the control room as threw a grenade into a group of robots, "Left, oh crap! Right!"

"Make up yer mind!"

"Right!" they wheeled into the control room, "Abby, you in here?" A light tapping was heard from a metal box on the side of the room, "Is that you?" he noticed the gas being pumped into it, "Um, we're going to bust you out of there, hold on!" he shot a couple of sticky bombs onto it, "Backwards!" Once they were at a safe distance, the bombs went off, destroying one side of the wall. "Forwards about twenty feet."

Abby laid unconscious inside next to the remains of the Administrator. She coughed and regained consciousness. "Did we win?"

"Not yet." A voice from behind them spat. Gray, Blutarch, and Redmond Mann were standing on the opposite side of the room. They were all in a giant robot. Gray at the head and the others on each arm. "I applaud your resourcefulness though."

"What is it?" Jackson asked Scott.

"A giant-friggen robot." Scott slapped his hand over his face, "Of course."

"We haven't come this far just to be stopped by a bunch of psychopaths." Redmond called from the left arm.

"We're out of ammo, aren't we?" Scott asked sarcastically, "We always run out of ammo at the worst time."

"Yep."

"Of course…"

"I've actually gotten used to it." Abby shrugged.

"Now, if you don't mind, we'll be smashing you now." Blutarch hissed from the right arm, "Oh I'm going to enjoy this."

A canon mounted on the robots chest began glowing, but a rock flew through the air and hit it before it could fire.

"TASTE THE RAINBOW!" Tavish slurred as he lobbed another rock at the giant metal contraption.

The mechanical giant stomped over to him and lifted him into the air, "You really thought you could stop us?" Gray spat.

"I wasn't tryin'." He grinned as the robot began to malfunction, dropping him onto the cold floor. He and the others ran for cover as the robot exploded in a fireball of doom.

"How-?" Scott looked over the debris.

"Zhat would be my doing." The BLU Spy materialized next to him, "Those idiots forgot about my sapper."

"Did we actually win this time?" Boris stepped over a large piece of metal.

"I think we did…" Nathan sat down on another piece of wreckage.

"What now?" Mackenzie limped over to Scott.

"I'll answer that…" A female voice calmly responded, the woman was shorter, had glasses, dark hair, and a purple dress. Behind her was a large group of FBI agents. "You will all go home and pretend this never happened."

"Okay, I'm done." Abby threw her hands in the air, "I'm not sitting through anymore explanations, expositions or anything. I'll be waiting outside."

"Me too." Nathan trotted after her, "I've had enough secret schemes and crap to last a lifetime."

"Ditto," Scott groaned, "Forward."

"Anyone else?" Miss Pauling asked, no one moved, "Good, we've been working on trying to take this operation apart, but have failed each time. Luckily for us, you all happened to be here."

"Wait, you mean we could've had government assistance and not have to fight by ourselves?" Martin stepped forward, "And now that we've destroyed a company who was trying to take over the world, you're telling us not to talk about it?"

"Basically, yes."

Martin went to say something, but instead just shot a glare at her and followed the others out. One by one everyone followed him, but Miss Pauling stopped Mackenzie, "Sorry about your uncle."

"How did you know about that?" Mackenzie shot her the mother of all glares.

"I killed him while I was undercover."

Mackenzie stood silent for a moment, not making any facial expressions, then punched Miss Pauling in the face, knocking her to the ground, "Good riddance." She spat a wad of spit onto her before she walked outside.

"Ma'am, do we arrest them?" one of the FBI agents asked.

"No," Miss Pauling said as she stood up, "They've been through enough. Now secure the evidence."

"Yes, Admiral Pauling."