Going Out with a Bang

The three drove right up to the security gate of the airport's runway. It was obvious they were expected because the security guards waved the van through the gate, no questions asked.

"Never thought I'd see that at an airport." R.C. said.

"The C.A.N. Collector's Union has ties to the Government, so they can pretty much get us clearance anywhere." Codea replied.

Milo found a relatively secluded area near a hangar to park the van. They unloaded their gear.

"You notice something?" R.C. said.

"What do you mean?"

R.C. spoke into the Van's radio.

"Hey old man, why's it so dead around here? I thought this place ran twenty-four seven?"

"It typically does, but both passenger and cargo planes have been grounded. They were told there was 'potentially a huge storm coming this way'" Pipp replied.

"Nice, nothing like inconveniencing the public." R.C. said.

Milo opened the back door of the van. Baja jumped out. Codea, who had forgotten he was back there, jumped a bit and ran to the front of the van.

R.C. laughed.

"He's not not going to kill you... At least probably not...I think." R.C. said.

"That's not reassuring at all, you idiot. Do you know how many of these things have tried to kill me?" Codea said.

She was still hiding in front of the van. Baja simply was just standing ready for R.C. to order him.

"Quite being over dramatic."

Codea just shot him a dirty look before reluctantly coming back over.

Milo didn't seem bothered one bit by Baja. He took his hand and petted his metallic leg.

"I don't actually know what they're called, but do you guys know those golf cart looking things that they drive around on these airport runways?" R.C. asked

"Uh, yeah I think so. That's kind of random though... Something tells me you're planning something stupid." Codea replied.

"It's not stupid. I just always wanted to ride one of those things and since I have the opportunity, I am definitely going to take it. Also I'm a bit pissed at those union board assholes. I'm going to make sure I break as much as I possibly can, so I can run up the cost of this operation."

"Aren't you being a bit petty, you dumbass?"

The three were walking toward the nearest hangar. Baja tailed just behind them.

"Of course not. I'm just going to make sure they know that everytime they use me, it's going to be very... VERY expensive for them."

"You're insane, you know that."

"Of course I do. Now come on we have an airport to trash."

R.C. led the way as they made their way to the first hanger...

"It's empty." Codea said.

"Huh, I guess it is... But the good news is that there's one of those cart things."

"Who the hell ca-!"

*Beep* *Beep*

R.C. was already in the driver seat hitting the obnoxious sounding horn. Milo took the passenger seat. Baja was on the back.

"Get on or I'm leaving you here."

"It's like I'm dealing with a child!"

She tried getting on, but R.C. drove a few feet forward.

"Are you being serious!?"

She tried getting on again, but R.C. did the same thing. He continued doing it a few more times.

"You know you're really pissing me off today, you asshole!" Codea said.

R.C. and Milo started laughing at her. Even Baja let out a noise as if it was laughing too.

*Slap*

Codea slapped R.C. and finally got on the vehicle. She sat silently. R.C., who was still grinning, didn't seem phased one bit. He proceeded to drive to the next hangar.

...

"Well, something is definitely here." R.C. said.

"It's those Clusters of metallic spheres like before. I wonder what they are?" Codea said.

"They're eggs."

"How do you know?"

"Oh, because that's where Baja came from. I stole one back at the parking garage."

"You know the sad thing is, I'm not even surprised."

There were metal egg clusters scattered throughout the hangar. They were identical to the ones from before.

*Clink* *Clink* *Clink*

"There's something here!" Codea said.

Milo happened to have a flashlight on him. He shined it up in the rafters.

"I think we found what we were looking for." R.C. said.

Above them were at least a dozen smaller El Dew-pra Cabras, all varying in color from green, blue, and red. They instantly noticed the group and jumped down from the ceiling.

R.C., Milo, and Codea readied their weapons.

They were surrounded by the group of C.A.N.s, which simultaneously let out a screeching noise.

R.C. started blasting. He hit all his targets dead-on, but his gun only seemed to minorly wound them. Codea was getting the same result with her crossbow. Milo was covering their backs in a defensive position with his dual hatchets.

"This doesn't look too good." Codea said.

R.C. pulled something out of his pocket.

"Take care of them Baja."

Baja saw the crushed up soda can in R.C.'s hand and screeched. On command, it instantly began to violently attack the group of C.A.N.s.

The smaller El Dew-pra Cabra's tried ganging up on Baja, but they stood no chance. It used its bladed hands to tear them apart one by one.

After only a few minutes, all the C.A.N.s had been completely mutilated. Baja let out a screech and began consuming some of the remains of the other C.A.N.s. R.C. tossed it the soda can like a master giving a dog a bone.

"Huh... Well that worked better than I expected." R.C. said.

Codea and Milo's eyes were wide. They both seemed a bit scared of Baja after what they witnessed.

"A-are you sure that thing isn't going to turn on you?"

"Of course, he won't do anything unless I tell him to."

"Bu-"

R.C. quickly cut her off.

"Hold on a sec, do you smell that?"

*Sniff*

"It smells like Bepsi." She said.

"Exactly, I think it's coming from that plane."

In the middle of the hangar there was a blue cargo plane with the Bepsi logo on it. There was a low humming noise that was resonating from it.

"It's powered by Bepsi, so does that mean someone turned it on?" Codea asked.

Suddenly the jet engine turbines began to spin and the plane began creeping forward.

"Quick, get on the cart. I have a bad feeling." R.C. said.

The plane began speeding up and making its way out on the runway. They pursued after it.

"The ramp to the cargo hold is still down!" Codea said.

Suddenly another much larger El Dew-pra Cabra was standing at the top of the ramp of the moving plane. It was as if it was taunting them.

"We can't let that thing get in the air, we have to stop it!" She said.

R.C. floored the cart as fast as it could go, but the plane was moving too fast.

Codea was getting worried.

"We're not going to catch it!"

"No 'we're' not going to catch it, but 'I'm' going to."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"I'm pretty sure that thing somehow managed to engage the autopilot in that plane. After I kill it, I'm going to have to figure how to land that thing."

"Are you crazy, what if you crash and get yourself killed?"

"Then at least I'll go out with a bang."

"You can't do this! You may be an asshole, but I don't want you to die!"

She was tearing up a bit. R.C. just laughed.

"Are you kidding me, you're actually crying?"

"I'm not, you idiot... I-I just have something in my eye."

"Sure you do. Milo, grab the wheel. Baja, let's catch that plane."

Before taking the wheel, Milo held out his fist to R.C. and smiled. R.C. reciprocated and gave him a fist bump.

He took the wheel. R.C. got on Baja's back. Baja used its mechanical legs to launch itself from the cart onto the cargo ramp of the plane. They made it just in time because the plane had just begun to leave the ground.

The C.A.N. they were hunting, seemed to have moved further into the plane. R.C. quickly pressed a button on the wall that closed up the plane's cargo hold.

There was very little lighting, R.C. had to use his phone's backlight to see. He scoped around with the light.

The plane was over 200 feet long and was full with various crates and boxes. There were a fair amount of places the C.A.N could hide.

R.C. had his gun in hand, ready to fire.

"Go find it Baja!"

Baja understood and moved ahead of R.C.. a few moments later, there was a screeching noise that rang in R.C.'s ears.

Looks like he found that bastard.

R.C. quickly rushed forward, trying not to trip over anything in the dark. He shined his phone in front of him to reveal Baja locked in a struggle with a green and much larger El Dew-pra Cabra.

Baja and the other C.A.N. where tied up with each other, trying to block each other's blades with their own. The other C.A.N. tried to break free from Baja and go at R.C., but Baja stood its ground.

Baja can't hold that thing back much longer. I have to figure out how to kill it fast.

R.C. Notice on the right side of the hold there was a door that led outside the plane. He got an idea.

"Baja, push it toward the door."

Baja released its hold on it for a moment. When it did that the other C.A.N. took the opportunity to slice into a bit of Baja's metal plating. It seemed unphased

Baja then proceeded to jump off the wall and lunge at the C.A.N.. Simultaneously, R.C. shot out the door’s hinges. Baja managed to push the C.A.N. into the door causing it to completely tear it off.

It was sucked out of the plane and managed to get sucked into one of the turbines on the wings. The turbine exploded.

R.C. and Baja both held on for dear life as they were nearly sucked out of the plane. Luckily, Baja was able to knock a large wooden crate loose. It plugged the hole.

"Damn, I think I trained you too well."

R.C. threw him a scrap can to eat. It consumed it instantly.

Suddenly, alarms began to go off and red lights began to flash. R.C. made his way to the cockpit.

"Looks like the right engine is screwed. This thing is Definitely going down."

He huffed.

"I guess I can't let it crash in the city. It looks like I'm going to have to manually crash this thing in the ocean."

Never flown a plane before, this should be interesting.

He grabbed the controls and disengaged the autopilot. He proceeded to steer the plane towards the ocean.