There were only six of us and we were taking 'armed to the teeth' to a whole other level.

I had a machine gun slung over one shoulder, three different hand guns positioned across my body, two knives tucked away, and a few extra magazines tucked away into one of the large pockets of my cargo pants. Rebel was dressed similarly, but his machine gun was in hand, and he had a grenade launcher across his back.

Gunner had tried to insist at least four different times that the grenade launcher would not actually be used, should not actually be used, but that wasn't going to stop Rebel from toting it along anyway.

He had super strength. It isn't like the extra weight was affecting him.

Snag only had two handguns, but what she lacked in guns she made up for in knives and specialized electric weapons that Gunner had made for her way back when in LASAR.

We'd made a sort of pitstop at our former headquarters before we headed for the coordinates Desmond had given us. The coordinates to what had, once upon a time, functioned as the Kinetic's headquarters. Desmond had speculated that the building was probably deserted by now, given the events that had unfolded in London, and the fact that each person who had functioned as a leader was now dead.

Imitate had stopped Desmond just short of him mumbling about a lot of people being dead, actually. I had to give it to him, kid was getting something more of a backbone. Given everything that was being put into motion, that definitely wasn't a bad thing.

The six of us who were attending to the Kinetic's headquarters included Rebel and I, Gunner and Snag, and Catatonic and Low. We'd gone in three different directions upon entering the building, each with clear instructions. Cat and Low were to find any technology, transfer whatever information was on it to a flash drive, and then bust it up. We weren't taking any chances on any of their computers surviving when we did set the rest of the place ablaze.

Gunner and Snag were doing the same thing as Rebel and I, just in a different half of the building. Checking to see if any people were left in the building, disposing of them, and clearing the whole building that way before we utilized Outlaw's last little gift to our rag-tag group.

It was a painstaking process, but it was important. It took us around four hours to ensure we'd fully cleared the building, and by the time the six of us met up at the appropriate area, Catatonic was a ball of un-contained, underutilized energy, while Low was hanging upside down from a ladder and blowing frequent bubbles with her gum.

"Flash drive?" Rebel asked as we approached the duo.

Low pulled it out of one of the numerous pockets on her vest, held it up before her, then tossed it to him. Rebel snatched it out of the air and pocketed it without a problem.

"Didn't get a whole lot that was interesting," Catatonic drawled. He was rocking back and forth on his feet, and I had to double-check that his finger was not on the trigger of his semi-automatic shotgun. "A lot of security footage. A few plans that were to be carried out after their operation in London." He shrugged, though his sea-green eyes were alight with impatience. "Gotta say, this definitely isn't my favorite op."

"You'll survive," Low muttered, rolling her eyes.

Gunner and Snag appeared next with a gust of wind. Snag tossed her purple locks out of her face, a cheeky grin forming on her lips as she leaned her elbow against Gunner. "All done!" she chirped. "That was fun! There were only, like, four people on our half of the building, but still!"

"More than we had," I said.

"How many did you guys have?" Gunner asked.

Rebel held up three fingers before pointing toward Catatonic. "You got that specialized bomb Outlaw made?" he arched a brow.

"Yup," Catatonic said, popping the 'p.' "What'd she say it was supposed to do? Implode instead of explode? What good is that, anyway?"

"It means instead of debris flying it'll all get sucked in and compacted," Low informed him, pulling herself up before flipping midair and sticking a rather impressive landing. "Timer's for five minutes, right?" Her question was directed toward Rebel and I.

"That's what Law said," I agreed. "She said she wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to clear the area. That in mind," I nodded pointedly at Cat, "you need to set it and punch the timer. It's time for us to get out of here."

"Right, 'cause the great Risk and Rebel actually have a checklist of things to accomplish," Cat drawled.

"You guys come up with a new name for us?" Gunner asked, shifting his stance next to Snag so he could wrap one of his big arms around her shoulders.

"We're in process," Rebel said.

"Okay," Catatonic interrupted. "Button's pushed. Time to turn tail and run."

It took us all less than five minutes to clear the building and reach the SUV we'd ridden in. We all piled in, and I'd driven us almost the entire way down the gravel road that led to the building before we heard the loud foom of Outlaw's work in action. When I checked the rear view mirror, what used to be a shrinking building in the distance was ... nothing. Gone.

Gunner gave a low whistle, having twisted in his seat to look behind us. "Outlaw outdid herself with that one," he mused.

"It was her last hurrah with us for a while," Rebel said. "And we all know how much she likes to leave a big impression."

"In more ways than one," Snag chuckled.

"So you don't have a new team name," Catatonic said, returning to the conversation we'd been having before he set up the bomb. "Can we at least get a hint as to which way you're leaning ...? It is gonna be an acronym like LASAR was, or did you want to just be completely unique individualists?"

"Cat," Low said calmly from beside him.

"Yes, dear?"

"Shut up."

He put a hand to his chest. "You wound me, Low."

Gunner and Snag both rolled their eyes at Cat's theatrics.

Rebel leaned on the arm of his seat. I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my face, so without looking, I asked, "What?" in Russian.

"We should tell them," he said, also in Russian. "It would get Cat off our backs about a new 'team name,' as he puts it. Plus it'd be good for them."

I didn't roll my eyes, though the urge was there. Instead I gave him a quick look with narrowed eyes. He just continued to stare at me expectantly, thick brows high on his forehead. I gave a sigh eventually. "Fine," I retorted in Russian before switching back to English; "Catatonic, Low. Rebel and I have news for you."

Both of them perked up at that. "You do?" Catatonic asked, trying not to sound hopeful and failing.

"Yeah, we do," Rebel agreed. "Risk and I decided that in ... whatever we're going to call ourselves, the two of you are going to be an official team. Team Bissotwo."

That shocked Cat into silence, while Low let out a whoop of celebration. She shoved Catatonic's shoulder when all he did was sit there in stupefied silence, staring at the two of us with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Did you hear them? We're a team! Officially!"

"I— we— team?" Catatonic squeaked. "For real?"

"For real," I confirmed. "Desmond's already sorting out our logistics in the database he's setting up for us. I had him put you two together as a team, which puts us at four teams in our new set up."

"Four?" Gunner asked curiously.

"Yeah, we finally made contact with Bar and Flip," Rebel said. "Turns out when LASAR was attacked, they were in Brazil. The two of them went into hiding in the Amazon. That's why they were so hard to find. But Desmond managed, so they're rejoining us."

"Wait, so that just leaves Pride as the last surviving member we never made contact with," Gunner said. "Did Desmond manage to find him, too?"

"He did, actually," I said with a crooked smile. "Pride's currently meeting up with Rage and Bravo."

"So that means— I can't believe it," Catatonic gave a loud, near hysterical laugh. "Every surviving member of LASAR is going to be back together again?"

"Sans Team Delta," Gunner reminded him.

"Yeah, but let's be real, we're still going to see plenty of them regardless of if they're 'officially' with us or not," Catatonic said with a dismissive wave.

"Yeah, Cat," I said, with a small smile that only Rebel saw. "We're all going to be together."

That time the shouts and whooping in celebration came from all of the four individuals in the back of the SUV.