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[center][h3]The Final Countdown[/h3][/center]

The driver smiled sheepishly when Damian responded to him. He turned to Scarlet, hand cupping the voice box of the phone, “Ma’am, the 1st Class SOLDIERs believe that a threat still exists.”

“They had hours to secure this base! What is Hojo creating? Super-powered children? My droids would have had Junon secured in minutes if they hadn’t been taken over!” Scarlet screamed, her white-gloved hands clenched into angry fists. Mad was an understatement. She was furious! “Heidgger will hear about this! They will all be punished! They will perform 3rd Class duties!”

Scarlet whirled and strutted back over to her limousine. The driver didn’t have to worry about hanging up for Damian had already done so. The 1st Class SOLDIERs seemed lost and uncertain of their duties now that the Metal Cricket was vanquished. The Shinra Troop continued to evacuate casualties and suppress the rogue droids. Pleas for assistance were soon called from all around.

The Turks were requesting assistance catching the one responsible for the rogue mechas and Damian in his insubordination and persistence to get to the bottom of the attack discovered a bomb at the foot of the Sister Ray. Unfortunately, in the time it took the 1st Class SOLDIERs to gather and deal with the Metal Cricket, there wasn’t enough time for a proper bomb disposal unit to reach his location.

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It wasn’t certain if the bomb was safe to be disturbed. Could a disturbance set it off? If the bomb wasn’t handled in two minutes, then the supports of the Sister Ray would be destroyed, and the damages to Junon phenomenal.

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[center][h3]AVALANCHE[/h3][/center]
Jesse heard unusually swift footsteps behind her and glanced over her shoulder to see that a suit was chasing her. Frowning, she cursed under her breath and shoved her right hand into her pants pocket. Her fingers punched into the keys of her phone a message to her group.

[color=gray]JAY: I got a tail.[/color]
(she wouldn’t see it)
[color=gray]CHEESE: We’re close! Keep going![/color]

Jesse withdrew her hand, balling it into a fist to power her run. The wind strangely started to pick up. It pulled on her clothes, slowing her until she was forced to stop and firmly plant her feet. She raised her arms before her face, her brown hair whipping about her head until the tornado threw her into the air. The hacker cried out as she was hurled in a violent rotation skyward. When the tornado faded, her body struck the hard turf, the blow winding her as she lay temporarily unmoving.

Before the Turk boss had a chance to apprehend her, a military jeep screeched to a halt before Landon, cutting him off from reaching Jesse. A driver with black face paint and a red headband grinned at the Turk as he aimed his pistol at him.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Biggs warned him.

Wedge was standing in the back. He had a gun to the head of what appeared to be a gravely injured Shinra Trooper. It was Sigurd! The trooper was barely hanging on. He had lost a lot of blood, and strangely, it hadn’t been the SOLDIERs to save him. No; they had abandoned him—probably too caught up in the fight. The baby-face Wedge frowned as menacing as he could muster at Sticks.

“You touch her and this trooper dies!” Wedge threatened.

[i]Great; now I’m a hostage. Just what I wanted to be,[/i] Sigurd mused. He stared weakly at Sticks too exhausted to even feel scared. [i]Am I gonna make it?...[/i]