By Gisela "Jayce" Riggio (Jayce6@gte.net)
Author’s Note: This is in response to a challenge on the GR List -- write something truly twisted. Some of the lines and scenes in the third and fourth parts come from a late-night IRC chat with Allronix and Bruinhilda. The author expresses the deepest appreciation and gratitude for these great pieces of characterization; thanks much, guys!! :) Genre: Crossover, with an Action/Humor focus. This story takes place towards the end of the Galaxy Rangers’ initial broadcast run.
*Asterisks* = Thoughts and telepathy
CAPITALS and _Underlining_ = Emphasis in dialogue
France’s southern coast in mid-August came straight out of a picture postcard. Shimmering waves of heat were blown away by strong Mediterranean breezes, which made the general area cool and inviting. A near-cloudless blue sky overlooked the tranquil blue sea, bordered by stretches of forested land and high cliffs. Many natives and tourists took full advantage of the pleasant conditions, playing on the beaches, sailing, or swimming.
However, some took no notice of the perfect day. Within a dominating, white Romanesque villa overlooking the tallest cliff above the beach, a terrifying scene unfolded...
The cavernous living room was totally curtained off in heavy silver-gray drapes, with no hint of the outside world intruding through them. Four teenagers, dressed like late 21st century rockers, scrabbled within the area to prepare it for their new music video. The young woman with a purple slash over her eye and teased red hair ordered the others around until everything was done to her satisfaction. Walls were covered by black cloth with embroidered red flames, a circle of pure white salt was poured in the center of the room, and an ancient-looking tome was placed on a high, pitted wooden pedestal facing the circle from the south.
“You sure this’ll work, man?” the long brown-haired guy asked in a whiny voice.
“Trust me!” the woman responded in a harsh, youthful tone, looking confidentially at the others. “That ‘Tortuna Rock’ video made us stars! What better way to follow it up than by doing the impossible: summoning demons to do our bidding!”
“And your dad won’t mind us buying all this fancy holographic equipment to make it look real?” the blond guy asked.
“Naaah! ‘Long as I don’t publicly embarrass him, Senator Wheiner’s wayward daughter can spend his money however she wants!” she replied, winking. “Now let’s test the equipment...” After everything checked out, they got into their costumes and positions. “Hit it, boys!”
Beams of dazzling white and blood red lights pierced the oppressive darkness. After shooting in random directions, they focused in on the salt circle.
The band began playing an ominous technobeat with lots of deep drumming and keyboards bursting. Dressed in pea soup green robes topped with pumpkin masks, they stayed in the far corner next to the recording devices.
Eve Wheiner, parading around in a tight red leather suit complete with horns, three-inch heels, and long black cape, started to sing/chant as she danced around the circle. After the first four verses, she pressed two knuckle-buttons on her glove using her thumb. Gargoyle-like demons appeared around her, their images automatically following her lead.
After a few practice sessions, they had gotten the routine down pat.
“Okay, guys, great job,” Eve praised. “We’ll do the real thing right now and transmit it to our vid-manager at the same time! He’s gonna flip over this!”
The last member of the band was understandably nervous. “That-that book is a fake... r-r-right?!” he stammered in a shaking voice, pointing at the tome with an unsteady hand.
“Of COURSE it is!” she reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder and crossing her fingers behind his back. “Let’s make music history!”
The camera rolled, the band played, and Eve and the holograms went through their routine.
At the height of her performance, she got an inspiration after jumping up on the podium: read a spell from the book as part of the song! She opened the tome and came to a page that showed a fairly recent drawing of a huge, fat, stupid-looking purple-and-green dinosaur on it. *This looks harmless enough,* Eve mentally sneered. She raised her arms and chanted. "From times not far away/When the flashing screen dominated most/You controlled the young minds/Dooming the others to roast!/Come up, come out, come forth/O Monstrous Demon of the Abyss/Enslave the human race again/And remember -- we control you with THIS!" She pointed at the tome. "These dread words do seal the pact/I love you -- you love me!/I love you -- you love me!/I LOVE YOU -- YOU LOVE ME!"
Eve completed the rhyme with a flourish, then staggered back as noxious, oily black smoke filled the inside of the circle. The effect stretched to the ceiling before shrinking down to solidify into a seated, two-foot tall form. Once it was complete, the band members burst out laughing.
“I don’t believe it -- a freakin’ purple dino doll!”
“Wha-ha-haaaaaaa! Check out the cheesy grin, man!”
“*Choke* Grrrreat special effect, Eve!”
She was visibly shaken. “Um, I didn’t plan for that, guys.”
They stared at her in disbelief, then they all moved forward to get a better look. The “doll’s” beady black eyes opened and blinked rapidly, then narrowed at the group. He jumped up to start waddling towards them. With a malicious grin, he chirped “Hello! Would you like to be my friend?”
“Whoaaaa! It TALKS!” Eve shrieked, falling back in shock. Her foot slid out in front of her to slice neatly through the circle. Too late, she remembered _that_ was the only thing keeping the demon at bay.
Barney stomped forward, breaking through the gap to corner the terrified band. Feeding off their fear, he shot up to stand at six feet tall! “After so long -- a captive audience!” he taunted. Staring down at them, he started singing “I love you -- you love me!” several times in an annoying, mocking voice.
They screamed and fell comatose to the ground.
He snorted in contempt, stepping on two of the guys as he crept toward the curtains.
Ripping them away, he saw an absolutely delicious sight: oodles and oodles of children playing on the beach below him! Roaring in triumph, he crashed through the window and bounced off the cliff to get to them...
The camera ended the recording. A blinking message on its lens stated “Transmitted to Tri-D Video.”
BETA Mountain stood as a fortress against all threats, faintly glowing in the night. A blue-black sky revealed millions of twinkling stars and a near-Full Moon washing their lights over the peak. Both natural landscape and technological marvel, rectangular red gouges cut into its sides gave way to rooms, chambers, and docking bays. The Galaxy Rangers were enjoying some time off. Zach and his children were in the Rec Room, grinning at Buzzwang’s latest dance steps. Niko sharpened her FarSight skills on some old artifacts in her private rooms. Goose indulged in target practice on the range. Doc created and modified some new tweakers. All seemed peaceful and quiet -- an unusual thing.
Taking a break, Niko walked to one of the observation platforms. Breathing deeply, she smiled happily as the strong wind rejuvenated her. Her mental powers had grown stronger of late, and this was the first opportunity she had gotten to test them. She had focused on specific objects’ pasts all afternoon; now she wanted to try expanding her awareness to cover the general area around her. Sitting cross-legged and entering a trance, she stretched her psychic senses outwards as a bright yellow aura enveloped her body.
Suddenly, she gasped as an evil purple presence pushed itself into her thoughts. Her mind was being engulfed by a suffocating darkness. A soft-faced dinosaur head cheesily grinned in the center of the howling black whirlpool. Trying to dominate her, he cruelly chanted *I love you -- you love me! I love you -- you love...*
“GET OUT!!!!!” Niko telepathically and physically shouted back at it. With all her strength, she kicked the disgusting thing far, far out of her head. After her eyes snapped open, a page from Commander Walsh ordered the Series Five team to his office -- on the double!
Screens shut off all through the corridors as the Rangers ran to his office. As they filed in, Niko waved off the questioning glances raised by her angry, flushed expression. Standing at attention before the desk, they saw Walsh looking grimmer than usual.
“Rangers, as of 2100 hours Earth is under a mandatory communications blackout. Here’s why,” he said, pressing some buttons on his desk.
The left viewscreen activated, displaying specially-filtered images both cute and terrifying: a twelve-foot-tall purple-and-green dinosaur frolicked on a white sand beach with hordes of glassy-eyed toddlers, children, and young teens following him; everyone else was sprawled unconscious on the surrounding land.
The male Series Fives did the only logical thing possible.
They burst out laughing.
Zach fought to keep a straight face, Goose looked very amused, and Doc wiped his eyes as he leaned heavily against Walsh’s desk.
Only Niko remained quiet, staring at the hideous purple image in stunned recognition.
“What happened, sir -- some kid’s birthday party get out of hand?” Doc asked as he gallantly fought to keep a straight face.
“I just fought off that thing!” Niko exclaimed, her eyes glued to the screen. At the others’ immediately serious expressions, she described the battle between her and the demon on the psychic plane.
“Remind me to NEVER tick _you_ off,” Doc murmured in a respectful tone.
“When this appeared on the news and entertainment channels across the planet, we immediately clamped down on it,” Walsh explained. “Millions of children are now hypnotized while adults have been knocked out in scores. Rescue teams are spreading out, trying to help them, but there’s just too many people affected. Your mission, Rangers, is to stop Barney before he gets strong enough to mentally command those kids!”
“Swell,” Goose frowned. “So how come _our_ brains haven’t turned to mush while watching this?!”
“Q-Ball has come up with some hypnosis-proof filters for the screens, but it’ll take time to install them all over the planet,” the Commander gravely replied.
Zach stared at the images with a deep frown. “Wait a minute -- the kids and Buzz were changing channels when I stepped out for a bit...” He trailed off, eyes widening as he got a horrified look on his face. “Commander, can you...?”
Walsh was already transferring the area’s camera feed to the screen. The picture sharpened to reveal Jessi and Buzz sitting on a couch in front of the Tri-D, staring at the blank screen like zombies. Little Zach was unconsciously sprawled out on a nearby chair. The Commander ordered medics to get in there and help them.
Zach watched the activity with a dark, angry look on his face. *This just became personal...* he silently fumed, fists clenched tightly.
The others looked at him sympathetically.
Niko reached over to touch his tense arm. “Don’t worry, Zachary -- the doctors will do all they can to help them.”
He calmed himself down in a second, but the fury remained in his eyes.
“Your mission, Rangers, is to stop this menace. To that end, Captain Foxx, your team has been authorized to act under the Omega Initiative: use any and all means to finish the job. We have historical records chronicling the previous appearances of this demon.”
News coverage and Internet pages flashed on the screen, showing Barney’s frightening rise to power as a television host in the 1990s before he was blasted back into the Nether-Region courtesy of the Real Ghostbusters. Subsequent attempts by him to get re-established in the entertainment business since then only lead to further failures and banishments. The most recent encounter showed the entire C.O.P.S. team fighting the thing in Empire City fifteen years ago. All of these battles revealed that one-on-one fights, which weakened him, distracted Barney long enough to be blown to smithereens by a HUGE blast of energy. The images ended with the Tri-D footage that showed how the demon appeared this time.
“Eve Wheiner; figures,” Goose muttered. He watched all the pictures with a scowl.
“As you can see, Rangers, the monster has two weaknesses: he burns up energy at a high rate and can be taken out by a powerful blast that’s beyond his ability to absorb,” Walsh pointed out.
Goose whirled around to glare at Walsh while gesturing at the viewscreen. “So how do we stop him _this_ time -- ram Ranger One down his throat and detonate the hyperdrive?!”
“Zachary’s Thunderbolt should do the job, _if_ he builds the charge to critical overload before releasing it.” He shot a grave look at the Captain. “There IS a danger: with that much power, there’s a good chance your bionics and nervous system will burn out as well.”
The other Rangers were ready to protest, but Zach held a hand up to stop them. “Fine, sir.”
The Commander nodded, then turned his gaze to the group. “You’ll go NOW to recharge with the maximum amount of energy your badges can hold, then pick up some specialized equipment and head out. Time is of the essence, Rangers; if he isn’t stopped here, _millions_ more will fall under his evil influence. If that happens, then nothing short of a direct nuclear attack will destroy him! The location is Senator Wheiner’s villa in France...”
Everyone stopped dead at this.
“You mean we get to wreck his HOUSE?!” Goose asked with a deadly, delighted grin on his face.
The others visibly cheered up as well.
“_Only_ if the situation calls for it,” Walsh sternly replied with amused eyes. “Remember: stop that demon by any and all means necessary! Good luck, team.”
Ranger One screamed through the atmosphere, shooting through several time zones on its way to France. Inside, the team checked over their equipment while they memorized the villa’s layout and surrounding terrain on GV’s front monitor. The muted satellite camera feed was displayed on another screen; it showed Barney moving back into the villa while his “loyal followers” napped on the grass outside after he had drained their energy.
“All right, here’s the plan,” Zach started. “We’ll land on the outskirts of town and ride in on the cybersteeds. Niko, you’ll throw up a shield to protect us from detection. Doc, when we get there you’ll override the computer controls and seal off the place to prevent Barney from escaping. While we fight the demon, the local authorities will take the victims away as quickly as possible. We’ll surround him and start blasting away. Since Barney likes to go for targets one at a time, we can keep him confused by taunting him individually while covering each other. Hopefully, all this will weaken him enough for the Thunderbolt to take him out. Niko, if that spellbook’s still intact, take a look in it to see if there’s another way to banish him. Any questions?”
“Yeah -- why wasn’t I warned about stuff like this BEFORE signing the dotted line?” Doc quipped. He shrugged and raised his eyebrow in feigned surprise.
The other Rangers chuckled in response, and even Zach smiled briefly before turning serious again. “Okay, let’s notify the rescue teams and prepare for landing. Remember to put in your hypnosis-proof earplugs and bring along extra weapons, grenades, and ammo just in case.”
They armed themselves to the teeth as Ranger One dropped through the thickening cloud cover, landing behind some peaks near the town. As they rode off, Niko blanketed them all with a gold shield to “mask” them from psychic detection. They traveled down unnaturally quiet streets, passing dozens of collapsed people who were felled by the demon’s malevolent singing.
At a gesture from Zach, the authorities followed them in.
“Hey, Niko -- your abilities would’ve been _mighty_ handy for some fraternity pranks I pulled in college!” Doc said.
Niko gave him a wry look, but it was Goose who answered with a mock-shocked look. “I’m surprised, Doc; don’t tell me you didn’t cause enough damage on your OWN?!”
Zach slashed a hand across his throat, warning them to be quiet as they turned on the street leading to Wheiner’s villa.
Doc choked and clamped a hand over his mouth to hold in the laughter. His dark eyes promised Goose a witty response later.
Scores of children and teens surrounded the villa, all deep in an enchanted sleep. They tried to revive a few with no luck, then let the authorities take the victims away. Looking around for traps, the Rangers walked up to the villa’s side entrance.
Doc tapped his badge, activating his implant to summon tweakers out of the CDU. “Tripwire, Pathfinder, front and center!” The respective red star and blue ball zipped out of the revolving holographic diamond to hover before his face.
“What do you need, Doc?” Tripwire asked.
“Open the door, then seal the place when we’re inside. Hold off on activating the living room force fields until we get in there and keep everything locked down for as long as you can.”
“We’re on it!” Pathfinder cheerfully exclaimed as the tweakers merged with the door panel. Barely five seconds later, the entrance silently slid open. After the team ducked in, it closed once more.
“Good work, fellas,” Doc whispered proudly.
The Rangers found themselves in a dimly lit cellar, surrounded by dusty racks of centuries-old French wines. Goose almost sneezed several times as they walked through it, but managed to hold it in. The team warily climbed stairs leading up to the first floor, senses and trigger-fingers on full alert. They faintly heard singing coming from in front of them, so they followed it down a hallway covered with expensive paintings and rare tapestries. After passing by several closed doors and a modern-looking den and study, the kitchen appeared before them. The Rangers, still protected by Niko’s shield, nevertheless sneaked through the room to come up on either side of a closed door. They peeked through the glass to witness a most curious sight: Barney skipped around the room, singing his head off as he munched on the tome’s last remaining pages, while a motley-costumed rock band cowered in fear in the far corner.
The devil in the red outfit rose up in anger. “You can’t hold us here! You...”
Barney skewered Eve with a ferocious glare, then knocked her out with a telepathic bolt.
“Ready, everyone?” Zach whispered. The team nodded, then charged through the door.
Right after they barged in, a sparkling gold force field sealed off the broken window from the outside; the effect spread to the rest of the living room windows as well.
As one, the Rangers aimed their weapons at the demon.
“Ahhh, lookie here: more new friends to play with! Whoo-hoo-hoo!”
“Your reign of terror’s over -- give it up!” Zach demands.
“If you insist, Mon Capitane!” Barney opened his mouth wide to exhale a blast of pure sonic energy at the Rangers. Zach and Goose leaped to one side while Doc and Niko went the other way.
“Fan out and keep moving!” Zach shouted.
Barney began to chant in his syrupy-sweet voice “I love you -- you love me...”
“EAT BLASTER, YA PURPLE CREEP!!!!!” Goose yelled back, shooting him hundreds of times per minute.
The demon sang his annoying songs, then frowned severely because they had no effect on the Rangers.
Doc, Goose, and Zach slowly circled around him, keeping their distance as they blasted like there was no tomorrow.
Niko ran over to defend the band, positioning herself in front of them. She grabbed and glanced at the remaining pages before dropping them; the index wasn’t much help without the rest of the tome. She joined the firefight and got in some good strikes against the monster’s head and neck.
Gobs of sticky purple protoplasm dripped onto the cedar-paneled floor with each hit the team scored.
“Hey, Barney,” Doc shouted, “Your momma was so fat she caused the extinction of the dinosaurs when she fell down!”
The demon focused in on him. “You sound sooooooo angry, Wally; you need a hug!” Moving faster than his five-ton-bulk implied, Barney lunged at his intended victim.
Doc did some fancy dodging, acrobatics, and yelling as he successfully stayed out of the lethal grip. No matter how many times Barney tried to grab him, he stayed one step ahead by throwing chairs and paintings, dodging around bookcases and shoving them on the thing, and vaulted over furniture. Thanks to some cover fire by the others that tripped the monster over, he got to relative safety behind a massive overturned marble table. “Abercrombie, thank you again!” he sighed in relief, wiping his forehead with a hand still clutching his pistol. Grabbing a disk-grenade, he turned back to Barney and yelled “Yo, Purple People Eater! I don’t get THIS close on the first date!” before throwing it into the grinning mouth.
After swallowing the explosive, several seconds elapsed before there was a muffed boom inside the demon. The grossly fat green stomach ballooned out to three times its normal size before deflating like a bad soufflé. With smoke pouring out of his nostrils, Barney growled and moved in to smother the hacker with pseudo-kindness.
Niko aimed her double-barreled shotgun at him. “Hey,” she challengingly shouted, “eat light!”
Her blasts hit Barney dead-on in the back, but he merely turned around and giggled. “Huh-huh, that tickles...” Shaking his head in false pity, the monster continued with “Y’know, it’s not nice when friends get mad at each other! What say we kiss and make up, hmmm?” He nodded and telepathically attacked Niko again.
She screamed and dropped her weapon, knocked to her knees by the sheer waves of agony that flooded her brain.
The other Rangers shouted her name and ran forward, concentrating their blaster fire on the back of the demon’s head.
Barney shrugged the lazers off as he approached her, his heavy footsteps echoing like thunderclaps on the floor.
Niko shut her eyes in total concentration, one hand clutching her head while the other groped for her badge. Suddenly, she was surrounded by flaming gold light. Her deep magenta-purple eyes opened as she got an enraged, predatory look on her face. Standing straight up, she snapped “I SAID -- _GET OUT OF MY MIND!!!!!_” With a combined telepathic whammy and telekinetic shove, she shoved the demon back fifty feet to land on his cellophane behind in the middle of the room.
Quickly glancing at Niko to make sure she was all right, Goose sped towards the monster with a deep, loud growl in his throat. The others covered for him while he kept on blasting at Barney, pulling the triggers faster and faster the closer he got.
The demon kneeled over and moaned, apparently in mortal pain.
Goose grinned and went for the kill.
“No, Goose! Don’t get too close,” Zach warned, a second too late.
Barney sprang up and grabbed Goose. He began to squeeze the Ranger in a death grip. “Oh-ho-ho! What have we here?!” he asked upon seeing the protective earplugs. With two flicks of his huge finger, he popped them out before singing his song again.
“AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!! Must-resist...” Goose thrashed wildly in the monster’s fat arms, continuing to shoot away at the belly and legs with the blasters still clenched in his hands. After several moments of pure torture, he squeezed his legs up between their chests and kicked Barney away. Slapping his badge, his ears glowed gold as the canals grew a thick layer of cushioning white matter within them that totally blocked all subliminal noises. “BIG mistake, pal -- now I’m immune to your sweet-sounding garbage!” He aimed his weapons between Barney’s eyes and began shooting again, forcing the demon back towards Zach.
Zach holstered his blaster and tapped his badge, priming the Thunderbolt for action. Right before he could aim it, Barney did an about-face and started attacking _him_ mentally. The captain staggered against the windows, clenching his left fist and holding the blast in as he fought the monster for control. *_NO!!!!!_* he thought defiantly, *I WON’T leave my kids at your mercy!!!!!* Shoving away Barney’s telepathic attack, Zach concentrated all his strong willpower on the Thunderbolt. He forced its energy to swiftly build WAY beyond critical overload, making the entire arm glow a bright, blinding gold. He ran forward, thrust his bionic arm deep within the demon’s belly, and fired.
_KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!_
Barney screamed loud enough to wake the dead, temporarily deafening the Rangers and band, before exploding in a rush of sonic power and dark energy that threw everyone around like sticks in a hurricane. His only remains were gallons of purple protoplasmic paste that drenched the room in foul-smelling goo.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a fresh breeze came in; the monster’s annihilation had blown the roof, top three floors, and first-story walls off the building. The wooden floor had deep cracks and major structural damage, creaking under the enormous stress it suffered, and the furniture, art, and appliances were nothing more than scattered rubble and scraps of fabric. Blaster marks decorated what was left over.
Goose and Niko were the first to reappear, coughing and waving their arms around to clear the air. Aside from some scrapes and bruises, they were all right. The band staggered up as well, holding an unconscious Eve Wheiner in their arms.
“Niko, you okay?” Goose asked in a raspy voice.
“Fine, I’ll be fine,” she replied in a strained whisper. Niko smiled at him, then frowned as she scanned the rubble. “I hope Doc and Zach are still alive...”
They found a battered, dusty, and weary-faced Doc wedged in beneath the remains of the marble table. A heavy wall pillar immobilized his right leg, so Goose activated his badge for extra strength and tossed the obstruction away.
Niko examined Doc’s leg and advised him to “Stay still; it’s broken in three places.” She searched within her first-aid kit, finding and injecting him with a tranquilizer to take away the excruciating pain.
“Don’t worry about me, guys -- find Zach,” Doc requested with an extremely worried expression.
After asking the band to stay with Doc, they did just that. Zach was sprawled outside, lying in a huge pile of rubble dangerously close to the cliff’s edge behind the villa. Niko used her charge to telekinetically push the debris away and gently levitate him up. She placed him in Goose’s outstretched arms. Zach was a sight: his blackened left arm smelled like overcooked electronics, bleeding cuts and gashes were scattered all over his body, and deep black-and-blue bruises stood out on his face, neck, chest, and right arm.
Niko ran the scanner over him, discovering that “He’s got a few broken ribs, burned-out bionics, and a bruised body, but he’ll be just fine.”
She and Goose grinned in relief at each other before summoning the medics for help.
Niko and Goose had their wounds tended to and were discharged from the hospital. Doc and Zach stayed there for a week, recovering from their severe injuries. Wheiner threatened to sue the Series Five team for damages before he found out the Omega Initiative was in effect: he was compensated for his losses (ranging in the billions) while excusing the Rangers from any lawsuits. After she got into a screaming match with her “dear father,” Eve was shipped to a boarding school on the frontier with her band in tow. All the people affected by Barney’s malevolent powers awakened and returned to normal.
Two days after the battle, Zach and Doc finally regained consciousness in the BETA hospital. The doctors examined them and determined that they could receive visitors, then informed the others in the waiting room.
“What fueled that mondo-big Thunderbolt, Captain?” Doc asked, adjusting his position in the hospital bed (which was a challenge with his broken leg in traction).
“Couldn’t let that S.O.B. get my kids,” Zach admitted sheepishly. Grimacing at the lingering soreness, he griped “I hope we get out of here soon -- the boredom’s killing me!”
Doc grinned at his impatience. “Don’t worry; after the Commander sends us the forms to be filled out in triplicate about this crazy case, you’ll be _grateful_ for this time off!”
Zach made a sour face at Doc, then laughed out loud.
The door opened, and two seconds later Jessi and Little Zach were hugging their father and talking excitedly. Niko and Goose followed them in, amused expressions on their faces as they headed for the other bed.
“Hey, Doc, we got a present for you!” Goose smirked and watched as Niko handed over a small white gift-box.
“For ME?! Aw, I’m flattered, my Gooseman!” He untied the red bow and lifted the lid to reveal Tripwire, Pathfinder, and his CDU!
“Hiya, Doc!” the tweakers echoed together, flying up to hover before the hacker’s delighted face.
“Thanks, guys -- but how did you find them in all that mess?!”
“Actually, they helped us through it -- they stayed in that same door panel, controlling everything from there,” Niko revealed. “Both of them came out right after you fell unconscious again and helped us navigate through the rubble.”
“That’s my little programs!” Doc praised his tweakers, looking fondly at them.
Turning to Zach, Goose asked “You okay, Captain?”
Zach smiled back, still hugging his kids. “I am now.”
THE END!
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