attack. After several minutes of intense combat, Steele gave a sweeping kick and knocked Balto off of his feet. Balto gasped as he fell to the surface of the rail gun and stared with fear up at his enemy. Laughing, Steele placed his boot on Balto’s chest and pressed down hard, cutting off Balto’s oxygen supply. Gasping for breath, Balto tried to push Steele’s leg off, but to no avail.
“See what happens when you mess with the best, half-breed?” asked Steele in a chastising manner, “You die like the rest…”
Balto continued to choke as Steele tried to crush his lungs. Slowly, Balto’s one hand fell down to his belt as he used the other to keep the sergeant from completely smashing him. Wrapping his fingers around the hilt of his combat knife tucked in its sheath on his belt, Balto drew out his knife and stabbed Steele in the foot. Steele shouted in pain and pulled back from Balto as the wolfdog withdrew his knife from Steele’s boot.
As Steele stumbled backward, Balto sprang to his feet, gripped his knife tightly, and ran at Steele. The black and white husky just barely dodged a lethal strike from Balto, pulling out his own knife and turning the fist fight to a knife fight. Both dogs ran at one another and swung their knives. The sounds of the rushing wind were accompanied by the clashing of steel on steel as knife hit knife. As Balto went to lunge at Steele, he lost his footing and slipped slightly. Steele took this moment to his advantage and sliced into Balto’s right shoulder.
Crying out in pain, Balto stumbled back and fell to the surface of the weapon once more, his knife slipping from his grip and falling to the platform beside Jenna and sticking into the metal. Balto glanced down at Jenna, then up at Steele. He tossed his knife a few times in the air, catching it by the hilt every time. He then placed his boot on Balto’s chest and laughed triumphantly.
“So long half-breed! It’s been fun!” Steele said with a dark joy in his voice.
Balto’s eyes grew wide with fear as he knew what would come next. Without a moment’s hesitation or second thought, Steele pushed Balto off the edge of the rail gun. Screaming as he was knocked off, Balto plummeted down toward the ground. Just as he thought it was the end, Balto felt someone grab his hand as he fell. Opening his eyes, Balto saw Jenna leaning over the railing of the control platform, her hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. Balto grabbed her wrist as well and Jenna pulled him up to safety.
Steele glared down at Balto and Jenna, growling with fury. He stowed his knife and pulled out his handgun, taking aim at Jenna’s head. Balto noticed this and pulled out his pistol faster than he’d ever done before and fired, knocking Steele’s gun from his hands.
“You deactivate the rail gun, I’ll handle Steele…” Balto said and Jenna nodded, running over to the control console as Balto began to climb back up onto the rail gun. Steele smirked as he saw Balto stand up against him again.
“You really have no common sense, do you boy?” Steele asked infuriatingly, “Give up, just lay down and die, it’s over!”
“Not so long as I draw breath…” Balto replied with fierce determination. Steele smirked and scoffed at Balto.
“We’ll see how long that lasts…” Steele snapped back and charged Balto.
Balto simply stood his ground and waited for Steele to get close. Once his enemy was within striking rage, Balto dodged Steele’s blow and grabbed the evil husky’s arm, flipping him through the air and down to the surface of the rail gun. Steele growled and leaped to his feet, spinning to face Balto and assuming an attack stance. Below on the platform, Jenna was busily trying to shut down the weapon. The red digital countdown timer read 2:15 and counting.
Balto cleared his mind of everything else and focused solely on Steele and himself. Every move Steele made, Balto made one to counter it. Steele was getting madder and madder at Balto with every passing moment. Pulling out his knife again, Steele lunged at Balto, going for a fatal strike to the wolfdog’s neck. However, Balto moved faster and sidled to the side of Steele, grabbing the sergeant’s arm and hitting his elbow. Steele lost all feeling in his right arm temporarily and dropped his knife, watching it fall off the cannon. Balto then hit Steele in the stomach, causing the dog to double over, then elbowed him in the back of his neck, sending the husky down to the cold, metal plating.
As soon as Steele went down, Jenna began to get very worried. The timer now read 0:27 and time was getting short. She had everything set up to shut it down, but needed the cardkey from Steele to finish the deactivation process.
“Damn…” she muttered to herself, then looked up at Balto, “Balto! I need a cardkey or something! Where is it?”
Balto thought for a moment, then remembered Steele had it. As Steele groaned softly, Balto knelt down beside the collapsed dog and rolled him over, reaching down his enemy’s shirt. Pulling the silver cardkey from around Steele’s neck, he tossed it down to Jenna.
“Jen! Think fast!” he shouted down, smiling when he saw Jenna catch it in her hand.
Jenna quickly inserted the cardkey into the designated slot and pressed a few buttons. The countdown timer vanished and the sound of the rail gun shutting down filled the air. Steele got back to his feet and glared at a grinning Balto with fury. As the husky opened his mouth to say something, the cannon shuddered and shook terribly and began to come crashing down to the hangar below.
“You idiots!” Steele shouted as the weapon rapidly fell downward, “There was no shutdown mechanism! The only way to stop the weapon was to destroy it and that’s what you just did! You didn’t deactivate it; you destroyed it!”
I don’t believe it! When Steele said it’d deactivate the weapon, he meant to get my hopes up just to crush them! Balto thought to himself as he tried to keep his balance, He never actually thought we’d deactivate it… or in this case, destroy it! Balto fought to stay on his feet as the rail gun began to shake violently and small explosions broke through the sides of the cannon. The barrel tilted almost completely vertical and Balto and Steele fell from it. Jenna began to fall from the platform, but caught the railing and saved herself as she watched the two dogs plunge to the ground.
Balto and Steele both screamed as they dove downward toward the concrete floor. As they were a few dozen feet above the ground, both military-trained canines grabbed crane hooks that were in the hangar that had been used in the construction of the rail gun. Both Balto and Steele panted heavily as they hung on, thankful they hadn’t died. The two glared at each other, but shouted in surprise when the rail gun collapsed right in front of them, still exploding and starting to burst into flames.
“JENNA!!!” Balto screamed in terror, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Nothing.
Balto quickly let go of the crane hook, not caring about the long drop to the ground. He hit the concrete and rolled to his feet, a throbbing pain now in his body. Steele was smarter, however, and swung back and forth, gathering up his momentum before letting go and leaping onto the catwalk. He then ran for the stairs, hell-bent on killing Balto for messing up his master-plan. Balto ran over to the wreckage and saw the crimson and cream husky slumped against the destroyed platform of the burning rail gun.
Balto ran up to her and carefully picked her up in his arms, carrying her out of the carnage and out to a clear section of the hangar, gently laying her down on the ground. She was unconscious and most likely choked from the smoke caused from the massive explosions. Placing his hands on Jenna’s chest, he pressed down several times, and then began CPR.
“C’mon Jen…” Balto whispered softly, “Don’t die on me… Not now…”
After another minute of CPR, Balto felt Jenna’s chest begin to rise and fall again. The husky sat up and began coughing terribly. Smiling, Balto held Jenna close to him as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Jenna rested her head on the wolfdog’s shoulder, slowly getting her bearings back again.
“B-Balto?” she asked weakly, her strength slowly returning.
“Shh, I’m here Jenna… It’s alright, the weapon’s gone… We’ve succeeded…” Balto replied in a soft whisper.
“Not yet…” Jenna said, urgently tapping his shoulder as she saw Steele walk up behind Balto.
Balto’s ears perked up as he heard the pull of a pistol’s hammer behind his head. He closed his eyes, knowing just who it was.
“Well half-breed, looks like I’ve found your major weakness…” Steele said evilly, holding his shiny silver pistol level with Balto’s head, “Love and emotion… Guess it finally brought you to this end… Goodbye, mutt…”
Just as Steele went to pull the trigger, Jenna pulled both Balto and herself to the side. The bullet ripped into the concrete as the two agents just barely got out of the way. Jenna reached for her handgun, only to realize she’d lost it when she fought Steele one-on-one. Balto, not wasting a single second, pulled out his pistol and shot Steele’s gun from his grip. Just as he moved the sights to Steele’s head, the evil husky placed a hand to his watch, finger dangerously close to pressing a button.
“Don’t move or I’ll press this button and start the self-destruction of this whole place!” Steele threatened, glaring maliciously, “You can kill me, but then you’d never get out in time!” Growling, Balto lowered his handgun as he returned Steele’s hateful glare.
“Fine…” Balto muttered and got to his feet, helping Jenna up as he stood. Steele grinned evilly and chuckled cruelly.
“Too bad half-breed!” Steele shot back, “I’m not the bargaining type when it comes to this
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