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Kibo sighed, holding out his right hand.

Kibo: I'm sorry, guys. I tried to keep you alive. But it looks like there's nothing else I could do.

He looked at his watch, gold with blood red hands.

Kibo: Charon's Whisper...

His watch disappeared, and a skull appeared in his hand. From the top and bottom, a string of vertebrae shot, a blood red string connecting the two ends. He held out the bow, and a vertebrae arrow appeared in his hand, ribs replacing the feathers.

auron sighs and blinks three times quickly, the time stop wearing off in seconds "this stinks, you always take the fun out of things" he says, putting his pistol away as his appearance reverts to an old man "can I at least shoot down the planes?"

Before the two agents could answer, the roar of plane engines engulfed the tavern as the F-10's passed over head. The two planes had flown downward, close enough to blow the tiles from the roofs of nearby buildings.

Samson and Harper shot eachother nervous looks as they grabbed their wounded pride and ran towards the door.

Agent Samson: "Wait! Where's the evac?"

Agent Harper: "They wouldn't shoot with us here... would they?"

Both looked at eachother with fear as the two jets began to turn. The pilots each flipped a switch, arming their missiles. One pilot clicked the button on his radio.

Pilot: "This is Eagle 2 to base, Eagle 2 to base."

Michael picked up his own radio on the ship.

"This is base, come in Eagle 2."

Pilot: "Sir, we have our own men still in with the target. Shall we circle around the island once more?"

"No, arm your defenses and go in for the final attack."

Pilot: "Yes sir."

The pilot flipped a switch and a magic defense box, such as the little devices carried by the agents, came to life. The planes circled around in unison.

Agent Richards: "Sir, even if this attack goes as planned, it will take more than two planes to destroy the island."

"Oh, ye of little faith. Who says I only have 2?"

Michael clicked a button on the radio.

"Commander to nest, commander to nest."

????: "This is nest, you are good to go, Commander."

"Prepare the birds to take to the air."

????: "Yes sir."

The sirens on the air craft carrier sounded as pilots rushed to their planes.

"I don't expect two planes to take out the island, I expect a carrier's world to wipe this place off of the map."

Agent Richards seemed to tense.

"Having second thoughts?"

Agent Richards: "No, sir. It's as you pointed out in D.C. This island has become a breeding ground for the less desirables within the human race. People with talents such as these..."

He said, setting a file on each of Michael's "old friends" on a nearby table.

Agent Richards: "Are too much of a threat to keep alive. Their children will serve their purposes in our labs, to help us understand where these freaks came from."

"Ah, excellent. However, we had an agreement."

Agent Richards: "Yes, you will be paid another ten million and you will become the soul guardian of your namesake."

"Good, good."

Michael laughed as he lifted his binoculars to his face, watching as the planes approached the island.

"I'd kick Michael there too if I wasn't so sure he wasn't using his viagra... Sure it'd still hurt the lousy senior citizen but there'd be no satisfying "crunch" to abate my anger... And I don't generally enjoy attacking the ederly..." Hinata mused. "I'm guessing I have to teleport?" she asked her husband.

Both men removed their ear plugs, and spit the blood from their mouths before standing.

Agent Samson: "What's it matter, Mr. Botch, when we are already inches away from Death's icy grip."

Agent Harper: "But one thing is satisfying to know, that in a few moments, you will be ripped apart."

Agent Samson: "Molecule by molecule, atom by atom until there is nothing left in existance."

Agent Harper: "A very ugly fate, even for a necromancer."

Agent Samson: "And should you survive, what then?"

Agent Harper: "Michael has been a very generous individual, telling our government all about your abilities, and then sent a special devision of agents to learn your secrets."

Agent Samson: "The first official force comprised of mancers, and mancers alone."

Agent Harper: "Care to see this group for yourself? Hahaha."

Agent Samson: "Don't worry, you'll see them soon enough."

Agent Harper: "Time should be winding down."

Agent Samson: "Oh, yes, thank you for sparing us a death at the hands of that bomb, it could of been really painful."

Agent Harper: "You can tell us all about it, when we see you in Hell."

Agent Harper/Samson: "Good bye, Mr. Botch."

The two jets began their final approach as two missiles were lowered. The pilots exchanged looks as they each pressed a red button on the controls before them. The two missiles rocketed forward, towards the bar.

"you get all the fun, kibo" auron says, yawning as a spectral arm appears on each shoulder and picks up the bodies of the agents that kibo just killed "I'll be disposing of these things" he says, teleporting to the docks ahead of the children, and chucking the two bodies into the ocean as his spectral arms disappear "things sure have gotten dull as of late, what with no one wanting to go to war except Germany" he says, shrugging and turning towards the bar

The two jets loop around, flying back towards the island.

Michael begins to laugh.

"As I expected, he hasn't lost his touch. Have them fire again."

Agent Richards: "Yes, sir."