There was a crash from below and he prepared to fight again. He stood waiting for a head to appear at the top of the stairs. Then one did.
“Padfoot!” he cried as his second in command appeared.
“Sir! We appear to be winning the battle sir! Fixer is down, I personally saw to that.” He boasted and under Blast’s helmet his eyes widened.
“What? He’s dead?” he asked.
“No. Unfortunately not. But he may have a broken back.” Padfoot replied.
“O.K. Fine.” Blast replied and looked back across at the ice.
“Um… Sir. If you don’t mind me asking; what are you doing up here? Just standing here like a lost soul!” Padfoot asked.
“I was… heh… was fighting Iadsgb.” Answered R.K. still looking at the ice.
“Was?” Padfoot frowned. “So where is he now?”
“Somewhere? Sir you are making no sense at the moment.”
“In there.” Blast pointed at the ice patch.
“Nope; still not making sense.” Padfoot laughed slightly.
“Look.” Blast walked over to the ice and as Padfoot watched, shoved his hand into it again.
“Whoa!” Padfoot gasped. “Now that’s just freaky. So Iadsgb’s gone through there?”
“Well, I sort of pushed him.” Blast said, looking at the floor.
“YES! So we’ve won!” Padfoot excitedly cried.
“No. We can’t just leave him in there. We need to get him out.”
“Because even if he is our enemy now, he was my friend once, and I am NOT leaving him in there.” Blast said stubbornly and Padfoot was about to argue back when shouting was heard from below.
“Iadsgb? Iadsgb!” someone yelled. The two U.R.S. members raised their guns and prepared to fight. They stood looking at the top of the stairs waiting for someone to arrive. They heard footsteps running up them and then Callum burst up and froze when he realized who else was in the room.
“Um…” he said trying to think of what to do.
“Callum.” Blast said and made a small signal to Padfoot who enacted upon it and lunged at the F.I.S. leader and knocked the gun from his hands then moved back.
“Don’t try and get it.” Blast warned him and he slowly raised his arms into the air. Blast and Padfoot stood there aiming their own weapons at him and nobody said anything but then Blast suddenly threw his pistols to the side of the room.
“Padfoot.” He said calmly.
“What, are…” the second started to ask but Blast cut him off saying,
“Now.” Padfoot groaned but then also threw his gun to the side and Callum now looked incredibly confused.
“Er…” he said unimaginatively.
“We need a treaty. A temporary one.” Blast said to him and Padfoot bit his lip.
“What? Why?” the Elite General asked.
“Because if you want your leader back then we are going to have to work together.”
“Iadsgb; Where’s Iadsgb?”
“He’s disappeared through this patch of ice.” Padfoot pointed behind them.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Blast?” he asked.
“He’s right.” Blast told him and he frowned with a slightly scared expression on his face. Padfoot sighed, picked up the F.I.S. leader’s gun and threw it behind him into the ice.
“Hey!” Callum protested but then just stopped and stared in amazement at the ice. “So… Iad’s in there?”
“Yup. And we need your help to get him out. I’m sure the F.I.S. won’t mind; him being your leader ‘n’ all.” Blast folded his arms and stared at him. Callum thought for a moment then said,
“I’ll go and get Clift.” And a few minutes later he reappeared at the top of the stairs wit Jamie Clift just behind him.
“Guns to the side please.” Blast indicated to the weapon in the newcomer’s hand. Clift looked at it then tossed it to the side with the others.
“What do you want Blast?” he asked firmly.
“Um…hello?” Padfoot said with a little mini-wave at the F.I.S. second in command. “I’m here as well y’know.”
“Padfoot.” He said bleakly. “Now, what’s this all about?”
So the other three explained the situation to him.
“I don’t believe you.” He said and folded his arms.
“Look sir; do you think I would lie to you?” Callum asked surprised.
“Frankly yes.” Jamie replied.
Blast just reached behind him while still staring at Clift and shoved his hand back into the ice.
Jamie removed his helmet and stared in disbelief as the hand was removed and held out towards him ready to shake.
“Truce?” R.K. asked waiting for Clift to shake on it.
The F.I.S. second in command just stood there looking at the outstretched hand, thinking as hard as he could then whipped his own hand up and grasped the U.R.S. leader’s hand.
Blast smiled and Jamie’s blank face started to falter and he grinned as they released hands. Clift walked over to the huge hole in the wall and stopped, watching out at the frozen ocean in the harbour and the battle raging on it. Blast stood next to him and also looked out.
“CEASEFIRE!” Clift bellowed with incredible volume. “THIS IS JAMIE CLIFT! I COMMAND MY TROOPS TO STAND DOWN. CEASEFIRE!” his voice echoed around the ruins.
“AND THIS IS R.K. BLAST. I TOO COMMAND MY TROOPS TO STAND DOWN AND CEASEFIRE.”
And out below, the two armies gradually stopped shooting at each other and looked around until they saw where the two speakers were standing.
“People of both sides!” Blast shouted down. “A treaty has been made. The fighting must end for a while. The F.I.S. leader Iadsgb needs rescuing. We will require your total co-operation for this mission. U.R.S. fall back to The Manip’. I will be there shortly to fill you in on the details.
“F.I.S., back to The Des’ and The Calm’.” Jamie bellowed.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 16! COMING FRIDAY 9TH JULY!