Oh The Professor/Bond fight will be fun. I was writing part of it today.
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“How’d you find us so soon?” Bond asked the Professor as he drew closer.
“Let’s just say, we heard it from a bird.”
Fox and Swan turned to Nighthawk once again, “How’d you sell us out to him as well?”
“We really need better travel agents next time Foxxy.”
Nighthawk found himself in a state of disbelief, he didn’t remember selling out his new friends, but two separate groups have now made the same accusation. Maybe there was something dormant in his powers that gave them away. So much still evaded his mind.
The single remaining GAMES agent had regained his composure and joined up with his leader, “These odds don’t look good Bond, sir.”
“My friend,” Fox said, “the odds never look good on our side, but what type of heroes would we be if we ran away from every unfair fight.”
“If we make it out of this, very lucky ones.” Even now, Swan still found time to joke around. Fox was impressed by his friend’s humor in the face of certain death.
Bond could see no feasible way out either, he only hoped he could delay the inevitable and prayed that back-up arrived before they perished. “So this is how it ends Professor? Your star pupil and you mano y mano… o wait you out number us don’t you.”
“Touché, my dear lad. I most certainly want to deal with you on my own terms, but who am I to deprive these young gents a pick at the head honcho.” The Professor now turned his attention to the Thear Trio and his two discplines, “Listen, do whatever you want to the other three, but don’t kill Bond. He is all mines. And anyone who disobeys will see me after class.”
“This is one Parent-Teacher conference, I want to live long enough to see.” Swan reported.
Bond turned to his own group, “This is generally the time where I would give this elaborate speech about valor and honor, but all of you know that. I just want to wish you all the best, and if I fall… kick some ass!”
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Yeah, it's set-up, but most of you know the pattern by now.
