Reentry/End Credits
Here we go, the LAST CHAPTER! All I'm gonna say is:
The Shit Is Coming Down And Payback Is At Hand!
Sam reached out and closed her hand around the wrench on the floor and spun around in time to block the hammer that Tori swung down at her. The vibration of the metal on metal caused the bones in Sam's arms to hurt, but she held on to the wrench. The vibration caused the scab of the cut on her left palm, from Dessler, to open up and begin to bleed again.
Tori, the syringe still stuck in her neck, was deep in the throes of the heroin high and a fit of raw rage as she raised the hammer again at Sam.
Sam threw the wrench as hard as she could at Tori's face and struck her across the bridge of the nose. Tori staggered back and dropped the hammer as blood poured out of her broken nose. Sam was able to stand and grab the hammer, but before she could make use of it, Tori tackled her with a scream of rage and pain. She rained down several hard blows on Sam's jaw and chest before Sam hooked her leg between the two of them and sent Tori sailing away from her and into a cart of oxygen packs. This gave Sam the chance to get to her feet and grab the wrench again.
Tori stood and grabbed one of the packs and began to twirl it around like bolas above her head, a look of wild rage on her face as she screeched, "I'll turn you inside out bitch and eat you for dinner."
Sam said nothing; she just circled around Tori keeping her eyes locked on the other woman, waiting for an opening.
Tori circled around, still swinging the bag, the syringe bobbing up and down as she did. In one fluid motion she hurled the pack at Sam as she leapt at her again. This time Sam was ready and knocked away the pack and swung the wrench in a vicious ark that connected with the bald woman's jaw and forced it into an odd angle as blood poured from her mouth.
Tori roared in pain as she stumbled into Sam and caused both of them to fall to the ground, thrashing and ripping at each other.
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Al rolled off Tony after he had punched him in the groin and reached for a tether line lying beside the lander they were at. As Tony got to his feet Al slipped the tether over his head and pulled tight as it reached his neck. Al tried to place his knee into the tall man's back for extra leverage, but Tony was too quick for him and managed to turn slightly to his left and swing one powerful punch to Al's jaw, causing him to fall back dragging Tony with him. Al landed hard on his left hip and heard and felt an awful snap as the pain flared throughout his pelvis and to every part of his body. He yelled as Tony broke free and gained his feet, grabbing a long pole from the ground and driving it into the older man's stomach. Al screamed again as the pole exited his body and struck the floor beneath.
Tony grinned at him and was about to speak when Al, with a herculean effort, kicked out with his good leg and caught him in the right knee forcing it to bend back in a way it was never intended to do with a loud crack that echoed in the landing bay along with Tony's screams of agony. Tony fell back, landing hard on his on his back, and gave Al a chance to remove the pole from his stomach and begin to crawl away from the writhing figure of Tony.
Tony crawled to a lander and managed to pull himself erect on his good leg in time to see Al crawl into the opening of Nico's personal lander, it had his name stenciled on it, and smiled. He knew he had the old bastard trapped and could take care of him later, if he survived. With that thought in mind he began to hobble toward the torn open lander that Nico and Benson had disappeared into, to help his lover and master.
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Nico managed to stand up after crashing into the lander and with great agony remove the spike from his groin. He yelled as he did so, but remained upright and held it as a weapon, as he waited for Freddie to follow him into the lander. He braced himself along the back wall and as soon as Freddie entered the lander, Nico launched himself at him. The eye that Melanie had scratched caused Nico's depth perception to be off and instead of tackling him head on he struck Freddie's right shoulder, driving the spike into it as they both fell back.
Nico pulled the spike out and tried to plunge it into Freddie again, only to have Freddie stop it in mid arc. With that they began to roll on the ground, each looking for an opening to press the attack on the other. Neither of them saw or heard Tony hobble into the lander and grabbed a pick hammer, used to break apart rocks for samples, and make his way over the two struggling men raising the pick hammer high above his head.
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Tori and Sam struggled on the floor of the landing bay, punching and kicking each other as the rolled. Tori delivered a withering blow to Sam's kidney, causing Sam to lose the advantage of being on top, and Tori rolled over and pinned her shoulders down with her knees and began to choke Sam with both hands.
"I'm going to be the last thing you see before you die, BITCH," Tori screamed as she lowered her face to Sam's.
Sam struggled but couldn't break free. She then went back to her gymnastics training and managed to get one leg up and in Tori's face for a second, cause the balance to shift just enough to get her hands free and begin to grope for anything she could use as a weapon to fend off the psycho woman choking her to hands groped and closed around something small and plastic feeling, the syringe in Tori's neck, and pulled it out. With all her might, Sam pulled the plunger out as far as she could and stabbed the needle into the side of Tori's left eye, piercing the cornea on the side, as it slipped into the eye and struck the optic nerve, piercing it, and striking a blood vessel as the plastic syringe made contact with the eye and popped the eyeball like a grape. Sam pushed the plunger down and sent a blast of air into the blood vessel as Tori rolled off of her screaming at the top of her lungs. She reached all fours when the embolism, the tiny bubble of air that Sam had forced into her blood stream, reached her brain and set off a series of convulsions in the female murderer. White foam poured from her mouth along with blood as she bit her tongue in half and lost all control of her body functions, looking like a fish out of water as she flopped around on the bay floor. Sam stood slowly and looked down at the writhing figure and a dark smile crossed her lips.
"Chill out bitch," she spit on her, "no need to have a conniption fit."
Sam made her way over to the body of her sister and knelt down beside her, taking her hand and brushing back the hair in her eyes.
"Mel honey," Sam felt a hot stream of tears roll down her face as she whispered to her sister, "Mel, I got that bitch and we'll get the rest of them for you and mom and Jackson I swear. They'll all pay for what they have done."
Melanie attempted to say something, but choked and coughed up dark red blood, spraying some on Sam. She squeezed Sam's hand and gave a small nod as a serene smile crossed her face and she closed her eyes.
Sam laid her sister's hand across her chest and bent down to kiss her forehead as she whispered, "Sleep in peace pudding pop. I love you."
She stood and turned to look at the now still form of Tori and removed the knife she had in her suit, the one she had planned to kill Nico with, and walked back to the body. She bent down and in a fit of crying rage, stabbed the dead woman as she screamed all the pain from her losses out with each savage thrust of the blade.
She stopped and stood, covered in blood, and noticed Tony disappearing into the damaged lander. With a grim look of determination on her face she began to walk toward the lander.
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Dessler watched the action unfold through a self-medicated haze. The thigh that had been stabbed was still bleeding, although it had slowed, and the stump of his former right hand, the one that hand been shattered after being plunged into a bowl of liquid nitrogen, was still flash frozen and wasn't bleeding at all. When Sam finally killed Tori and began to stab her, Dessler began to work his way to the only other lander besides Nico's that was still in one piece. He had watched the old man crawl inside of Nico's lander, and had thought about following him and finishing the job, but figured the old man wouldn't hold out for long, and he wanted the couple, even more than the twink Channing. They owed him for many things, and he was going to make them pay. He dry swallowed three more oxycontin and slipped into the second lander and hid in one of its lockers. He didn't know how to fly one of them anyway and with two groups fighting, that meant that both landers would take-off most likely, so he would wait and bide his time till they reached earth before he made people pay.
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Freddie caught the gleam of the pick hammer in Nico's good eye and rolled away as Tony brought it down in a wildly uneven arc that buried itself into the floor, sending Tony sprawling onto the floor as Nico rolled away and found his feet and made a dash out of the hole in the lander and into his personal one. He slipped going up the ramp and landed on his back with a hard thud as the speakers in the landing bay began to blear, "Attention, attention, the mainframe has locked up and the base has begun to speed up rotation. The main core will over heat in five minutes and counting."
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Freddie felt Tony's arm lock around his throat before he could get to his feet. Tony's good leg wrapped around Freddie's waist and the slightly taller man began to pull his arm tight with his other hand forming a seal with his arm that locked under Freddie's chin and began to choke the life out of him. Freddie reached one hand around and grabbed ahold of the taller man's ear and twisted and clawed at the appendage with all his might. He dug his nails down into the soft flesh as the arm began to constrict his trachea. He felt the soft flesh begin to tear free with a jerk and sudden he was drenched in warm blood as the ear pulled free from the side of Tony's head and he loosened his hold on Freddie, allowing him to roll free, ear still in hand.
As he got to his feet, Freddie was met by the sight of Sam covered and soaked in blood smiling at him, "I was gonna help baby, but I see you've heard all the training I've been giving you," she winked at him and slid to the floor, exhausted.
Before he could reply, Freddie was forced to raise his left arm to block the wicked blow Tony swung at him with a length of pipe from the wall, where he had managed to stand. The blow shook Freddie up and down the bone of the arm and would bruise it later, but didn't break the arm. Sam tried to stand, but found all the energy had drained out of her, and found standing hard to do.
Freddie noticed Tony standing on one leg and borrowed a move from the bad guys in "The Karate Kid" and "swept the leg" of Tony, bringing him to the ground, howling in pain. Freddie snatched the pipe Tony swung at him up and fell on top of him, the pipe at his throat, both hands pushing as hard as he could, trying to make it touch the floor.
"Remember when you pissed and shit on me slime?" Freddie hissed as he applied pressure to the pipe, "Well I'm gonna leave you to soak in your own shit, MUTHERFUCKER!"
Tony, with a surge of strength that wild animals get when threatened, managed to shove the pipe up from his throat and twist it enough that Freddie lost his grip and it flew away. Tony landed three quick punches to Freddie's jaw, eye, and ear, sending him sprawling off to Tony's left as Tony rolled to the right.
Tony pulled himself up so that he had his good knee and glared at Freddie as he noticed a bolt gun among the items strewn across the lander floor. As his eyes locked on it Freddie's did the same, and they dove for it at the same time.
The alarms were now sounding at a more frequent volume as everyone could feel the gravity pick up with the base rotation, all of which had the effect of making Freddie's and Tony's leap fall short of the gun, and instead of them grabbing it, sent it sliding toward Sam. The gun struck her leg just above the knee and bounced off it and spun around in a lazy circle till the momentum died. Sam looked dully at the gun, like it was a foreign object that she had never seen, and slowly began to crawl out of the haze that she had been lost in.
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In less than a twelve hour span Sam Benson had lost her sister, mother, and nephew in the vilest way one ever could lose a loved one. She had seen two of them, her sister and nephew, murdered and had heard the awful details of what the maniac Dessler had done to her mother. The fight with Tori had turned into something more than a fight to survive for her; it had become a therapeutic cleansing of her soul. She had poured all her anger and hatred into the battle and had ended up stabbing the woman's body till it looked like hamburger meat and she herself was covered in blood. By the time she had made it to the lander where Freddie and Tony were fighting she was near exhausted. After she spoke to Freddie and slid down to the ground her mind turned in on itself and she lost all touch with reality. The bolt gun striking her leg seemed to pull her slowly out of the fog as she watched it spin to a stop near her. She reached for it as she noticed Freddie maneuvering around behind the bald man and taking hold of his head and neck. With a quick and determined effort he jerked the man's head and neck up and back as he twisted it from side to side. The bald man's arm, which had been reaching toward Freddie, suddenly went slack and fell to the ground, in fact all movement from the neck down stopped and Sam noticed a pool of liquid rolling from the man's groin area.
Freddie slid back from Tony and took in a huge breath of air and let it out in one big sigh. Sam noticed a dark, almost evil, glint in her husband's eyes as he stared at the unmoving figure that now had wide open eyes that were filled with terror, and she noticed the smell of excrement coming from Tony now. She raised the gun but Freddie shook his head and motioned for her to lower it, which she did.
Freddie crawled over beside Tony's head and spoke softly into his ear, "The crunch you heard LOVER was the bones in your neck when I fucking broke it," his whisper had an almost seductive quality to it and made Sam's blood chill with its hateful tone, "the reason you can't move is because it also severed the nerves in your spinal column. The bad news is that can't be fixed, you're paralyzed for life. The good news LOVER is that as soon as the hanger doors open you'll be sucked out into space and die."
He patted the bald man's face and kissed his cheek as he stood and walked over and helped Sam to her feet. He took the bolt gun from her and wiped blood away from her lips and gave her a deep passionate kiss. As they broke apart, he turned toward Tony and spoke to him for the last time, "Don't get up, we'll see ourselves out cupcake."
"Where's Mel and Al?" Freddie asked as they entered the bay.
"Mel's dead and I don't know what happened to Al, but he was fighting Tony, so I…" Sam started to say when the floor lurched under them and the loudspeaker in the bay began to blast, "Core melt down in three minutes and counting." Another klaxon bell sounded along with red and blue flashing lights announcing that the hanger bay door was about to open.
Sam and Freddie rushed to the only lander left that wasn't sealed or damaged and got the hatch closed just as the hanger bay depressurized with a whoosh sound. Sam fired up the engines as Freddie suited up and watched Nico's lander lift off from the bay.
"I'll take over after I suit up and let you do the same, then get me as close as you can to his lander and I'll go EVA and get aboard his ship," Freddie snapped as he slipped into the bulky suit.
"Roger," Sam yelled as she tried to coax the engines to heat up quicker so they could lift off. They watched as Nico's ship left the deck and began to speed away as pieces of the bay began to break up and float away.
Sam touched the thrusters lightly and the craft began to lift off from the bay as the entire base began to shake. As soon as the power meter pegged out at maximum, Sam pulled the control stick back hard and they shot up fast into the beauty of Earthrise and they cleared the hanger and began the climb to orbit. They both turned in time to see the surface of the moon where the base was convulse in a wave that reminded them both of a bubble forming in a mud puddle, and then settle back down. The entire scene was silent and other than visual and instrumental evidence would never even have been noticed.
"Thus endth the dream," Freddie said out loud and returned to suiting up.
"Freddie," Sam called over her shoulder, "something is going on with Nico's lander. Have a look."
As he floated forward to look, Freddie failed to notice that one of the lockers on the wall opened for a minute and then closed, or the fact that a single drop of blood drifted out of it before the door closed.
"What the hell is he doing?" Freddie asked as he watched the little craft began to zig and zag in strange patterns and lurch up and down as it seemed to head straight toward Channing shuttle two.
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Channing watched his Moonbase self-destruct with a taste of bile in his throat as he yelled out loud to no one at all, "Fucking Benson," he railed, "I'll grind that cocksucker into the dirt. What do I have to do to kill that bastard?"
"Yep, he sure is one tough son-of-a-bitch ain't he?" Al spoke as he pushed open the door to the locker he had hidden himself in. Blood trickled from the stomach wound and the older man looked ashen, but he had his best charming smile on his face and a bolt gun, used to secure experiments and other metal objects to the lunar surface, in his hand, pointed at Channing's private parts. The hand, despite the blood loss and pain that Al was going through, was steady as a rock.
"Always check the backseat before you drive off," he chuckled at the shocked Channing, "that's bad guy one-oh-one Nico. I can't believe you fucked that one up too."
"You look like shit old man," Nico grinned.
Al shot the bolt gun and the five inch bolt launched itself into Nico's penis just below the head and then lodged in his right testicle with a loud pop and scream from Channing. His hand hit the controls and sent the craft into wild gyrations.
"Maybe, but I can still get a hard-on limp-dick," Al grinned as he let go of the gun and steadied himself in the rocking craft.
Nico, hands at his crotch as blood seeped from his wound and formed strange lava lamp like shapes around him, drifted away from the controls toward the middle of the ship. Al, with some difficulty, moved to the controls and flipped the radio switch.
"Hey, Freddo you read me?"
"Al?"
"That's me," Al grinned as he spoke, "Listen kid I don't have much time here. I left you something in your room on the shuttle; it'll say what I need to tell you. I'm leaving the mic open so you can hear. Take good care of that woman of yours or I'll come back and take her from you."
Al turned around to face Nico, leaving the mic key flipped to transmit, and smiled at him, "Nico," he pulled the cigar out of his jumpsuit and stuck it in his mouth, "doctor told me to give these up right about the same time he told me I was dying. I told him to sit and spin because if I'm dying why should I give up a pleasure the last remaining time I have on earth.
Nico stared at him, amazed that the cigar didn't have blood on it since Al had blood all over himself, "Who gives a fuck old man?"
The grin that had gotten him out of thousands jams and into hundreds of beds spread across Al's now ashen face, "You should care you miserable piece of shit, because I'm going to smoke this one now. Have you ever seen what a spark does in a pure oxygen soaked environment like this, it ain't pretty."
All color left Nico's face as Al pulled the ancient zippo lighter out of his jumpsuit and flipped it open.
"You'll kill us both if you do that old man," his eyes were wide with fear.
"I'm already dead dumbass; I'm just making sure you get to hell where you belong, here I come Natalie" Al grinned and began to rotate his thumb on the lighter's wheel.
Nico pushed off the back wall trying to grab Al's hand before he could work the lighter. He flew at the older man like a bullet fired from a gun.
Al's thumb slowly twisted the wheel as he brought his head down so that the cigar was within the zone where the flame would come from, looking Nico in the eyes and the younger man raced towards him, hands outstretched and screaming loudly at him.
The wheel rubbed the tiny piece of flint loaded in the spring chamber under it and sparked one time.
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FIRE!
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The entire cabin erupted into a white blast furnace of heat, consuming everything flammable is seconds. The last sight Nico Channing ever saw was a grinning Alexander Mundy with a cigar in his mouth.
Nico inhaled trying to scream, but instead of air he sucked in flames, flames that burned his lungs away like rice paper. He lived for two seconds after the fire started, but the agony felt like forever before he burned away, bones and all.
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From their lander Sam and Freddie saw the interior of Al's lander flash bright white and then in stunning silence break apart sending pieces of itself into Channing shuttle, which rocked at the contact, rolled over and began to speed toward the lunar surface. It struck with great force and crumpled up like an empty soda can.
The couple looked at each other, tears in their eyes and hugged before Sam returned to the controls and piloted the craft back to their shuttle.
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Ashley met them in the hanger after the door closed and the room pressurized. They could tell she had been crying as she came up and hugged Freddie whispering in his ear, "I'm so sorry about Al. He was a great guy."
"Thanks Ashley, he really was one of a kind," he told her as they broke their embrace, "Now let's get the hell out of here."
As they floated out of the hanger they didn't see Dessler leave the lander and make his way toward a small engineer compartment. He had studied the shuttle on the way to the moon and was pleased to find one just like it on this ship. He would hide out in the room till reentry, he had no clue how to pilot the ship, and then kill all three of them and take the escape pod to escape. He turned the bottle of pills up and dry swallowed three more pain pills as he closed the door and sealed it.
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Freddie entered his and Sam's cabin and noticed a small manila envelope in one of the clear plastic pouches along the far wall. He floated to the pouch and removed the envelope and opened it. The necklace with Al and Natalie wedding bands was the first thing he removed and slipped it into his pocket as he removed the letter and began to read the note:
Dear Freddie,
You're reading this because I'm dead. It is my fervent hope that my death was spectacular and took Nico out, or at least some of his people.
Don't spend too much time grieving over me; you know I hate that shit. When you get back you and Sam have a drink to my memory and then screw like rabbits and name the first boy after me.
My whole life has been one big adventure kid, but these last few weeks with you and Sam have been a blast. Thank you for letting me come along for the ride and filling my last days with some purpose, you'll never know what that has meant to me.
I'd like you and Sam to have mine and Natalie's wedding bands and wear them, it would mean a lot to me to know they are still out there in use by two people who love each other as much as we did.
Time to go kid so always remember, "When the going gets tough, kick 'em in the nuts and run like hell."
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All my love,
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P.S. = Each ring has a number on the inside of the band. These numbers are to two Swiss bank accounts, each of which has twenty-two million dollars in it. Please give one to Ashley along with my eternal thanks for letting me go out with a bang instead of a whimper.
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Freddie smiled and folded the letter back up and touched the pocket where the rings were as he put it away.
"Godspeed Al, I'll miss you most of all scarecrow," he whispered as he floated out of the room and toward the cockpit.
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Channing Shuttle One
Earth Orbit
09:25 Ship Time
"…So Channing and the drug are "disposed" of along with his Moonbase?" Noah asked as the three of them readied for reentry, "What about Dessler, what happened to him?"
"He must have gone up with the base Noah," Sam stated as she pulled her harness tight.
"Well children you did very, very well," Noah's voice crackled and popped as the ship began its decent into the atmosphere, "his island has been shut down and we found a treasure trove of Intel on his computer. The man was literally hardwired into the whole world…," the rest of his message was lost in a sea of static as the ship began reentry.
Two minutes later they were slicing through the air at a little over Mach two as they plunged from the cold darkness of space and into the beautiful blue colored sky of earth. The faint red from the heat of reentry gave way to the spectacular crisp colors over the Pacific Ocean.
Alarm bells began to sound and Ashley yelled out, "Shit, I show a problem in the landing gear bay below the hanger deck," Ashley turned and switched a monitor on at her right hand console and the internal cameras of the bay came alive and shocked them all.
"That's Dessler, how the fuck did he get here?" Freddie asked as he unbuckled himself to stand.
"Beats the shit out of me, but there he is," Sam stated as she too began to unbuckle herself.
"No, stay here," Freddie put his hand on Sam's shoulders as he bent down by her seat, "God only knows what he's done to the ship and Ashley may need help setting this thing down. I'll take care of Dessler. If he gets past me, he's yours."
He kissed her and stood and began to make his way back to the hanger bay. As he passed by a storage room he grabbed a large wrench and a length of cable and continued toward the hanger.
Standing to the side Freddie keyed the hatch open and rolled in expecting to see Dessler waiting for him, surprised that he wasn't. Scanning the bay he was a second too late to avoid the shot from the bolt gun that struck his already injured shoulder, the bolt passing through the skin and shattering the shoulder just beside the socket joint, sending him to the bay floor.
Dessler dropped the gun and rushed toward Freddie with a large piece of pipe fitting. Freddie was stunned by his appearance. Dessler was almost bloodlessly white, his eyes red rimed and almost pure black with inflamed blood vessels completing the madness in his eyes. His mouth was pulled back in a manically version of a clown smile and he emitted a low guttural howl that sounded more animal than human. Together they painted a picture of pure madness and addiction gone amok. Sweat poured profusely from his forehead and he shook violently with withdrawals. He looked like the boogieman from a thousand children's nightmares.
Freddie still had the wrench in hand as Dessler brought his pipe down on the broken left shoulder sending a wave of pain throughout his whole body. Freddie swung the wrench and caught part of Dessler's jaw with a sicken crunch of bone as it did so. Dessler fell back, but didn't lose the maniacal look or show any pain at all.
The intercom buzzed and then Ashley's voice echoed through the bay, "Freddie, he's done something to the right landing gear, I can't get it to go down. We have less than three minutes till we touchdown and we've got to have that gear down by then."
"Freddie," Sam's voice rang out, "we can see on the monitor that the hatch leading to the gear is open behind Dessler. You've got to get in there and get the wheels down baby. I'm on my way back to lend a hand."
Freddie stood and faced Dessler, wrench in hand. They eyed each other and Freddie lunged at the wild killer, striking him in the stomach and driving both of them back toward the open hatch, and Dessler brought the pipe down on Freddie's head, opening a gash at the side of his head as the two rolled toward and then through the hatch into the landing gear assembly bay. Freddie landed on top of Dessler and thru the haze of blood that was seeping into his left eye; he rained blows down on the killer's head with little effect. Dessler placed the nub that had been his right hand at Freddie's throat and pushed with all his might. This pushed Freddie back and off of him, allowing Dessler a chance to grab the pipe and raise it above his head to strike Freddie with it. As he moved forward a shoe collided with his nose and upper face causing him to drop the pipe and strike his head on the landing gear as he fell back, knocking him out.
"I guess "kiss my foot" is better than "kiss my ass", huh," Sam smiled at Freddie as she scrambled down into the compartment and began to press a rag to the gash on his head, "damn baby, he opened the left side of your head this time."
"I'll live," he pushed the rag away and sat up, "give me a hand with this asshole."
Freddie pulled the cable out and the two of them dragged the unconscious Dessler over to the wheel and tied him to it, "That should keep him out of our hair," he said as he turned and saw that he had ripped the wires out of the control box for the landing gear.
"Shit, this maniac stripped the wires out of the control box for the landing gear," he turned to Sam, "Get up there and ask Ashley what I can do to get it lowered now."
"I'm on it," Sam scrambled back through the hatch and ran to the comm to ask Ashley.
Dessler came to and began to thrash about, cussing as he did so, "Benson, ich schwöre zu Gott, ich werde sehen, dass Sie tot bevor dies vorbei ist und ich die erste Person zu berühren den Boden, lebendig Sie Motherfucker werden!"
"Relax Karl," Freddie smiled at Dessler, as he reached over and picked a tooth off the man's chin, "I've made sure you got a ringside seat to the landing and you have my word that YOU will be the first one on the ground, you have my word on it."
"Fuck Sie Benson und die Hure, die Sie verheiratet sind," spittle's of blood flew from Dessler's mouth as he raged and shook.
"Now no need to talk about my wife like that Karl, that makes me angry," he said as he reached out and slapped Dessler's face.
"Freddie," Sam yelled from the hatch, "on your right is a hand crank, Ashley said you'll have to open the wheel well above it with that and then use it to crank the landing gear down, the spot for that is on your left directly across from the wheel well spot. She said to be careful when you open the wheel well because the airflow will try to suck you out of there. You've got two minutes to get it down and she said you need to be out of the compartment before we touch down."
"I'll resist saying anything about being "sucked out", he smiled at her, "and just tell you to get to the cockpit in case she needs a hand. Don't worry about me; I'll get the wheel down."
They locked eyes and she blew him a kiss and disappeared from the hatch. Freddie reached up and grabbed the crank and began to roll open the wheel well as he locked his legs around part of the wheel strut. The bay began to open and Freddie felt the suction from the opening begin to pull on him. He also became aware of the fact that the top hatch of the bay was still open as everything not nailed down began to get sucked through the hatch and out of the ship through the wheel well. Suits, helmets, tools, and paper assaulted him as he turned the crank with his good left hand, his right shoulder still hanging at a slight angle from the shattering blow from the bolt gun. With a great effort, Freddie cranked till he felt the mechanism catch. He removed the crank and turned to his left and inserted it into the landing gear assembly as the suction began to lessen somewhat.
"Well Dessler," he yelled over the howl of the wind, "time to say so long. I told you I'd help you be the first one to touch down and I keep my word."
As he cranked hard on the bar Dessler began to lower with the wheel, shouting at the top of his lungs, his eyes wide and now almost completely red, "Von hell's Heart ich bei dir stechen, um Hass des Willen spucken ich meinen letzten Atemzug bei dir Benson, ich werde aus dem Jenseits erreichen und ziehen Sie Sie zur Hölle mit mir Sie Sohn-von-a-Weibchen!"
"Freddie you got less than a minute to get the wheel down and get the hell out of there," Ashley's voice cut in over the roar of the wind.
"Say hi to der fuhrer for me Karl," Freddie yelled as he cranked the wheel assembly till he felt it lock in place. He left the crank in place and stood to make his way toward the hatch as he heard Dessler's manically screams as he leapt through the hatch just as Dessler and the landing gear made contact with the tarmac and sent a pink spray all over the underside of the ship and Edwards Air force base landing strip.
"Freddie are you ok?" he heard Sam through the comm.
"I be fine baby," he yelled.
"Where is Dessler?"
"You know him, he's got his nose to the grindstone baby," he laughed as he lay back on the deck and laughed.
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Six months later
Somewhere off the coast of Monte Carlo
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The satellite phone began to ring yet again. In the past seven days it had rung well over three hundred times and always rang for upwards of five to ten minutes each time. The bed that was next to the table that housed the phone was in disarray, as was the room. The boat had set at anchor for the past two weeks, and if asked, people on the shore would say that other than the distinct bobbing that took place every ninety minutes like clockwork, no sign of life had been seen. The yacht was brand new and named "The Splendor", and had been sailing around the world for the better part of five months.
The bathroom door opened and Sam, her legs wrapped around Freddie's waist, both of them nude and still in the middle of the act of love, reached out and snatched the phone up and answered in a breathless tone, "Jesus Christ, take a hit, we're fucking busy Noah! We'll call you," she moaned as Freddie hit a particularly good spot."
"Goddamn it you two we got serious shit going on and I need my best agents back on the job, NOW!"
Freddie grabbed the phone as they moved toward the porthole, "Csssheeessccc, Csssheeessccc, Csssheeessccc, Noah I think we're losing signal, you're breaking up. Listen, we'll try to call you in a few days when the weather clears or something."
"Goddamn it, this is a satellite phone and it doesn't cut out or lose signal you walking hormone, put your dick on pause and listen…" Noah shouted through the connection as Freddie threw the phone out the porthole and began to kiss Sam along her pulse line.
"OH GOD," people on the shore heard the phrase echo from the sea onto the shore.
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THE END OF MOON DUST
BUT SAM AND FREDDIE
WILL RETURN IN:
THE REICH
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Cast:
Nathan Kress Fredward "Freddie" Benson
Jennette McCurdy Samantha "Sam" Benson
Robert Wagner Alexander "Al" Mundy
Hugo Weaving Karl Dessler
Steve Buscemi Noah Baker
Ashley Katy Perry
Tony Channing Tatum
Tori Megan Fox
Pam Puckett Jane Lynch
CIA Director Robert De Niro
And Robert Downey, Jr.
As
Nico Channing
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Freddie's girls:
Jordon Ladd Kate Hudson
Eva Amurri Jennifer Love Hewitt
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Al's ladies:
Linda Carter Cheryl Ladd
Raquel Welch Susan Sarandon
Soundtrack:
It Takes A Thief Original Theme By Dave Grusin
Theme to Moon Dust (Invincible) Pat Benatar
Rock on David Essex
Heaven's On Fire KISS
Fly Me To The Moon Frank Sinatra
Live And Let Die Guns & Roses
End Theme (Sometimes The Good Guys Finish First) Pat Benatar
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Tamathy:
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Your love has healed me and made me strong more than you will ever know.
I look forward to our life together.