"We're here!"

Vanoss and Nogla were the first two to actually get out of the dinghy and into the Aircraft Carrier.

"Gotcha, I don't think I see anybody. You guys should be good if you keep quiet." Rainbow Dash said. She was currently flying around 10,000 feet above the ship, not detectable by their radar and still visible.

Vanoss had said that the dinghy wasn't so small that it was undetectable, but it was small enough to be confused for something innocent, like some driftwood, explaining why it was so cramped in there.

"C'mon, Alex!" Wildcat urged, pulling out a .50 Caliber pistol and climbed off the boat.

"Here's the plan. Alex, wait on that balcony and clear out anyone on the next floor that you can on my signal." Vanoss whispered.

Alex simply nodded in reply as he got into position.

"Okay, Operation Flying Tank is complete, let us know when to come over there." Delirious said through the radio.

"Zera, are you 100% sure that this channel is secure?" Alex asked.

"Yes, I'm 95.6667% that this channel is secure." The android replied.

"That's it?" Alex asked

"There are a couple hackers on that ship just chipping away at the firewalls, It should hold out." Zera responded.

"Well, ok then."

Vanoss, Wildcat and Nogla stood at the bottom of the stairwell, running through the plan again.

"Okay, Nogla, do a numbers crunch."

"There's about .33% chance of success going up the stairs." Nogla replied.

"That's a lot better than we usually do."

"Times up, let's do this!" Wildcat shouted.

"Tyler!" Nogla yelled, enraged.

"LEEROOOOOY JEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIINSSS!!!!!!" Wildcat yelled.

"Alex! Go!" Vanoss ordered.

"'Bout time." Alex muttered as he initiated the jump-jets.

Rearing up for the 25 meter jump, he activated his Shoulder Mounted MG and set it for... 1987 RPM!

Looking up to clarify, he extended his legs in a large jump and activated his jump-jets in the span of about a second and flew up to where he needed to go.

The soldiers looked behind them in disbelief as they saw Alex in full Scarab Mk. III Armor.

"Holy shit! Open fire!!" The sergeant ordered as the dozens of troops shot at him.

Each shot merely bounced off the armor, the impact lighting up in a flash of orange, explosive rounds.

The MG ripped the men in front of him to shreds before moving onto the soldiers further back, the MG sounding much like a buzz saw as dozens of rounds zipped through the helpless victims like butter.

When all was said and done, the soldiers were dead as the floor was a red mess.

Alex tapped the button on the headset.

"Evan, the second floor is secure. Where are you?" Alex asked.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! WE'RE ON THE SECOND FLOOR!! YOU'RE AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE RUNWAY!!!" Vanoss yelled.

"... Well shit."

Alex ran down the stairs and killed anyone inside brutally, the machine gun was still going strong. He was surprised that the barrel hasn't melted yet.

Grabbing one of the corpses that were still in one piece, Alex charged down the stairs to the... 4th floor?! How high had he jumped?

Looking back at the meter, he had set the leap to...

1,987 feet.

Then what was the rate of fire on the machine gun?!

He checked that, and it said that the gun was going at 2211 rounds per minute.

Well, that was ridiculous.

"We found an elevator leading to the runway! It's another floor up, so we need you to keep the entrance to the elevator on the runway safe so we actually make it all the way up!" Nogla said.

"Good thinking, I'm moving in!" Alex assured them. He wouldn't fail them this time!

He ran back up the stairs to find that there were more SEALs and a couple Marines blocking his path, all bearing Carbine Rifles.

"Hands up! Disable that sentry gun!" One of the soldiers ordered.

"Why should I?" Alex asked innocently.

"Disable the suit or we'll do it for you!"

"And how would you do that?" Alex asked scathingly.

"With this." Two of the soldiers walked into the room with what he assumed was the EMP.

"And what, pray tell, is that?" Alex asked, though he already knew the answer.

"The EMP your friends want from us. Disable the suit, or we activate this thing and the whole ship is without power!"

Alex noticed the red and black markings on the SEAL's right arm, and the crimson hawk on the left.

"You're one of Vincent's men." Alex deduced.

"Who is this guy talking about, Lieutenant?" Another one of them asked.

The Lieutenant shot them all with the Carbine Rifle he was carrying.

"I'm surprised you figured me out, Walker." The Lieutenant complimented.

"Who are you?" Alex asked.

Alex suddenly heard what sounded like gunfire from upstairs.

"Oh, that's disappointing. You can't even help your friends. We're hearing them die right now, do you know that?" The Lieutenant smirked.

"You're forgetting something." Alex said.

"And what is that, Huntsman?"

"That we respawn." Someone said from behind him.

Vanoss ran up the stairs behind him, pointing an Assault Rifle at The Lieutenant.

"So this is what's keeping you from saving our asses, now who the hell is that?" Vanoss asked.

"If you must know..." The Lieutenant said. He pulled out a dieselpunk-esque gas mask and what looked like a World War II flamethrower, putting on both and glaring at Vanoss menacingly.

"... I am Scarecrow."

Vanoss put on his owl mask as well as a heavy looking utility vest and a bulletproof vest, putting a brass knuckle on his right hand as he aimed his Assault Rifle at Scarecrow.

"I got this bitch, get the EMP to Tyler and Nogla." Vanoss ordered.

Alex nodded and sprinted to the EMP, evading branches of fire and narrowly avoiding being roasted alive.

Vanoss swung hard at Scarecrow, knocking him in the back of the head before firing a plethora of bullets at his chest, each one bouncing off a metallic vest at his chest.

Alex ran up the stairs carrying the EMP device as Vanoss and Scarecrow continued to battle below him.

Priming his machine gun for a devastating attack, he broke down the door and saw Wildcat and Nogla taking cover behind a pile of crates.

He put down the EMP next to him and aimed at the enemy targets.

The resulting maelstrom of bullets zipped through their targets and into the walls of the tower behind them, their blood splattering on the blacktop and seeping off the side of the ship.

"Took you long enough, where's Evan?" Wildcat asked.

"He's occupied, but I got 'em. Take the EMP and get it in the Hydra and get the hell away from here." Alex ordered. Wildcat grabbed the EMP with both hands and lugged it over to the jet.

Nogla went looking around for a jet closest to the runway so he could cover him.

Sure, they had hit a roadblock named Scarecrow, but they were so close to completing their mission.

"I just thought of something!" Wildcat shouted before getting the EMP in the jet.

"What?" Alex asked him.

"They'll be expecting the EMP on the hydra, right?" Wildcat asked.

"Yeah."

"Let's just put it in the pocket thing now! I can jump out when the bad guys are off me!" Wildcat explained.

"That is actually a decent plan." Alex admitted, dumbfounded.

"Well, get it out then and put the fockin' thing in!" Nogla urged.

Alex grabbed the pocket dimension and opened it, all that remained was the dossier on his case and a few extra bits lying about.

As Wildcat threw the EMP into the Pocket Dimension, Alex wondered how Evan was exactly doing...

"I know that look, what are you planning?" Rainbow asked.

"You'll see..."

Evan swung again at Scarecrow, knocking him down again. This guy was near unstoppable, almost like Alex... Or him.

He needed an advantage against this guy. He had a flamethrower, better training, an epic mask...

Wait a second.

He had a flamethrower.

Vanoss remembered his secret play-through of the CoD World At War Campaign. He tried to remember what Russian Gary Oldman had told him.

"Do you see the flamethrowers? A single shot will incinerate anyone nearby. You must choose your moment."

Evan swung at him with the Knuckle Duster again, and kicked him hard for good measure.

Pulling out the Marksman Pistol, he aimed for one of the large tanks, ran backwards, and pulled the trigger.

Gary Oldman was right! The explosion was able to ensure that Scarecrow wasn't going anywhere for a while!

He walked toward Scarecrow and gripped him by the throat.

"What the hell is going on here! I heard what Alex said! What are you planning?!" Vanoss interrogated.

Scarecrow coughed.

"You fool. I was just here to distract you so the real work could begin." Scarecrow gasped.

"What do you mean?!"

Scarecrow pressed a button on his shoulder.

"Operative Scarecrow to Beta, I distracted the Owl and The Hydra is leaving."

"Good work," a voice from the other end said, "your job is done."

"Thank you, Beta." Scarecrow gasped for breath and expired.

He was dead.

And Vanoss was running up the stairs.

Alex watched as the Hydra and the Laser took off and flew towards the Airport in Blaine County.

"Alex!" Vanoss yelled.

"What?" He asked.

"Is the EMP on the Hydra?"

"... The EMP was destroyed." Alex grumbled. He heard what Scarecrow had said, and he had it covered, now he needed to convince Vanoss as well as any Inquisitor that dared to listen in.

"Damn it!" They both watched as two rockets blew up the two jets.

Alex stood in silence.

"What now?" Vanoss asked him.

"Get to the boat." Alex replied after a moment.

"What?!"

"Get to the Dinghy. Get back to shore." Alex ordered.

Vanoss ran down the stairs nearby, Alex watching as he did so.

"Smart to turn away your friend like that." A young woman said behind Alex.

"Sigma..!" Alex growled.

Said Inquisitor was standing behind him, swords drawn.

"Listen, I need an Inquisitor out of the way, and you're going to play along." Sigma said.

"Let me guess, you want the satisfaction of being the strongest, and whoever is after me is in your way." Alex concluded.

"Something like that, which is why I need your help." Sigma nodded.

"You're insane if you think I'm going to help you! After everything you did... After killing my parents!" Alex glared back.

"We can kill each other all we want when this is over, but for right now, if either of us wants the other dead, we have to kill Beta first." Sigma reasoned.

"Sound reasoning, you dirty traitor." A deeper voice bellowed from behind them.

Alex turned around to find a heavily armored super-soldier type of guy carrying a heavy steel Zweihander.

"Beta." Sigma glared.

"I see both you and your target teaming up against an official inquisitor, not to mention Second-in-Command. Whose side are you even on, Sigma?"

"As long as I kill him, I get my bounty." Sigma defended.

"Alpha will not allow it, and as for you," Beta pointed the heavy sword at Alex.

"Not only are you an official target for the Inquisition, you are the prophesied Catalyst. Someone who must not be allowed to exist for too long!" Beta growled.

"Piss off!" Alex shot back. Literally.

The shoulder mounted MG fired everything it had at the highest rate of fire he could in hopes of killing him swiftly.

Beta merely watched as the bullets bounced off his armor and he swung at the gun, ripping it off his shoulder and falling to the ground.

"That was a bad move, Catalyst. Prepare to die!"

Author's Note

Such chapter, much wow.

Anyways, Part III should be out in about a day or two, hang in there.