Fionna panted, before wincing, her fingers trailing down her side. Marshall stepped over one of the unconscious guards, pulling her close. "We've got to keep moving."
Penelope had long since fled her tower, and who knew what challenges Fionna and Marshall would come up against once she'd sounded the alarm.

Fionna smiled weakly. "Yeah, just give me a minute..."

Marshall hoisted her up bridal style. "No time. We've got to go. Now."
"Hey, I can handle--"
"Fionna, please don't make me watch you die because you got injured." Marshall begged. "Anyway, you can fight off all the bad guys while I stand on the sidelines and cheer for you."

Fionna laughed, snuggling up against him. "Fine, fine. I'd probably be faster at it anyway. But I called in some reinforcements, so..."
"Without telling me?" Marshall asked in mock horror. "How could you?"

" It was a last resort." Fionna sighed. "And hey-- I can walk!"
"Save your energy. I have a trained assassin on my side, and--"

"FREEZE!" Someone yelled, jumping out with a gun.
"Whoa, whoa, we're good guys!" Fionna said, struggling to be released. "I'm with the FBI!"
"And I'm CIA." Marshall agreed.
The agent scoffed. "And I'm NASA. Come on. You're going with all the rest while I look for the missing agent."

"Sure..." Marshall said slowly, putting Fionna down. "We'll do that..."
Fionna charged the agent, knocking him unconscious quickly. She slid the gun into her waistband, then motioned for Marshall to follow her. "You want fame and glory?"
He grinned. "Hell yeah. Your plan, now that we've apparently gone rogue, is what?"
"We have to stop the shipment. No one else knows where it is, right?" Fionna asked, moving quickly down the hall.

Marshall followed her. "Yeah... but we don't know where it is either? And it has to be disposed of safely...?"
"They're probably moving it out now. We're the only ones who know where it is and by the time that they realize where it is, it'll probably be too late." Fionna explained.

"Fair enough." Marshall nodded. "What do you think the fastest way to the loading lot is?"
"Follow me." Fionna grinned. They made their way to the parking lot, dodging FBI agents, as the trucks began to pull out.
"The streets are clear of civilians?" Fionna asked.
Marshall nodded. "Looks that way."

Fionna ran up next to the last truck, jumping onto the side, wincing. Marshall quickly followed her.
"Now what?" He asked.
"We have to stop the trucks. This one should do it, the roads here are pretty narrow, and the FBI will have closed off most of the routes out of town. One or two might be vulnerable, but they'll never be able to switch routes entirely." Fionna called over the rising wind, her hat flying off of her head, and her hair whipping Marshall in the face.

"And what if we die crashing a whole bunch of cars?" He yelled back, spitting her hair out.
"Then I love you!"
"Great, 'cause I love you too!"

They began to sidle towards the cab of the truck. Marshall quickly passed Fionna and climbed on top of the cab, banging a little. He hopped over and opened the door to the front seat, tossing the surprised driver out. Fionna took the opportunity to move to the other side and toss out the goon on the side of the passenger seat.
"So... did we just kill those guys?" Marshall asked.
Fionna looked out the window, to see the passenger seat guy crawl out of the way of the oncoming trucks. "Nah, they're fine."

"Oh, awesome. Anyway... we've got a whole truckload of personality killer, leading a whole bunch more trucks of it, and we're going to put it where exactly?"
"Well, my plan was more, 'crash the trucks, blockade the trucks, evacuate the trucks, and burn the trucks'." Fionna admitted.
"Simple, yet effective." Marshall mused. "Classy. I like it. You really think they're going to follow us, though?"
"Why not?" Fionna asked.

"...what if they radio in for instructions?" Marshall asked.
Fionna shrugged. "Let's see where they're going, blockade the route with our truck, burn it, and with any luck they'll abandon the trucks and let them crash into this one."
Marshall grimaced. "I sure hope this stuff doesn't do well burning... you know what I really hate about this job? Having to come up with plans on the fly, 'cause most of the time, so many people are going to die because of a plan that was made whilst fighting people on top of something. Or in something. Whatever."

"...death has become so commonplace for me that I don't even acknowledge stuff like that anymore." Fionna admitted quietly. "And I've always thought of it as the bad guys dying to save the good guys."
"Yeah? Well... dang, Fi. That's kind of dark." Marshall glanced at her.
"Watch the road!" Fionna ordered as the truck began to swerve.
"Sorry, sorry!"

"We're coming up on the tunnel." Fionna pointed out. "That's as good of a place as any to stop."
"This has been going surprisingly well..." Marshall mused.
"Y-- who the hell is that?!" Fionna screamed as the truck swerved to avoid the car. The truck blocked the bridge, the car on one side, and the following trucks screeching to a stop on the other.
"Get out of the car, get out of the car, get out of the car!" Fionna repeated, pulling Marshall out of the truck cab as the other trucks collided.

The two rolled to a stop at the feet of the people disembarking from the car, who hastily pulled them into the car again and got them down, which provided shelter from the ensuing blast of fire that had engulfed the tunnel and trucks.
"Whoa, that powder must be super volatile." Marshall mused. "Guess that accounts for the temperature control..."
Fionna stirred next, pushing Marshall off of her gently. "How did the car survive the blast? Normal cars shouldn't have been able to..."

One of the people in the car tapped her shoulder, and she turned her head to see Cake. "Are you okay?! You look half-dead! Is this because of him?!" Cake demanded, glaring at Marshall.
The car's final occupant raised his head, before shaking it. "Hardly. Marshall Lee is not smart enough to be a double-agent, and not strong enough to take on Fionna alone."
"Hey!" Marshall snapped.

Gumball crossed his arms. "Well, what did you expect my opinion of you would be when you nearly got yourself-- and a trained FBI assassin-- killed?"
"I'm fine, really..." Fionna winced as she sat up completely. "Well, there's a few bruised ribs and stuff, but Penelope is the real issue here. We can't let her get away."
"Don't worry, we won't. The CIA didn't just make their cars fireproof." Cake soothed.

"Please tell me we're not relying on the Lord of Traffic Laws to stop Penelope." Marshall groaned.
Gumball turned from the driver's seat and scowled at him. "You're welcome to walk, but at least I won't ever die of a car crash of my own making because I follow the road rules, unlike some people. I assume all that coffee somehow makes you blind as you blatantly ignore..." Everyone began to tune Gumball out, and Marshall muttered to Fionna, "Since we're going to be here until we die of old age, wanna pass the time making little agents?"

"Marshall!" Fionna hissed, blushing and glancing at Cake, who had turned around in her chair and was glaring profusely at Marshall. He laughed, and nuzzled Fionna. "So, I'm guessing that's a no, then?"

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Margaret looked up in surprise as Penelope burst into the room. "What happened, Penny?" She fussed, rushing over to her partner.
"Pack a bag, grab the kids." Penelope panted, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. "I don't... the FBI has shut down the town, and they're looking for me."

"What are we going to do...?" Margaret mused to herself.
Penelope's head shot up from her resting position. "No no no no no. There is no we. I know what you mean by we. I am not letting you destroy your life over what I have done!"
"Too bad, Penelope! You don't get to martyr yourself alone! Either you come with me or we stay here. But whatever happens, we're in this together!" Margaret insisted.

"Oh yeah?! Who's going to take care of your kids when we're both in max-security prisons?!" Penelope choked back sobs. "Dammit, Margaret, just let me be selfless for once in my life, and let you go free! You have so much, and I--" Penelope became incoherent as her shoulders wracked with sobs.
Margaret hugged her. "You think I'm leaving? The kids will go to my sister, and I'm not leaving you! No matter what! Not when you're like this. Not when you need me. My life with you has been amazing... so I'm going to make sure that we all get out of this. I can do everything that I can to sneak us out of the city."

Penelope wiped her eyes on the back of her left hand, mascara streaking it, before smiling weakly through her tears, trying to calm the sobs that were still hiccuping up. "Maggie... why are you always the strong one? Whenever I'm without you, I can hold my own, but with you..."
Whatever else she would have said was muffled by Margaret kissing her. "You're still strong. You can still hold your own. You just trust me enough to let down your guard, and I treasure that. So I'm not going to waste it. Come on, let's think of a plan."