Through It All... (Agent 8 x Agent 3) [FINAL BOOK]

Chapter 11 ~ Octo Shower

Agent 8's (Mike's) P.O.V:

Lowering myself, I nodded to the question that the octoling in front of me had asked. 

"I'll definitely help you."

I had an idea of how he felt, he just wanted to find a better life like me. What he needed now was someone to help him break free from the Octarian Army chains and be free. I'll help provide that for sure.

"I can help," I gave a reassuring smile, trying to ignore the warfare around us. "But we're going to have to be careful. If the Octarians see you, they'll definitely try to splat both you and me."

Drake stared for a moment, and nodded nervously. The last thing he would want was to lose his life right here. 

Now that I think of it...this was very similar to the time I almost took Sarah's life with my own two hands while I was brainwashed...

"I still remember that..."

I shook my head not wanting to think about how I swung on her without giving it a second thought, just like how I did with Drake. 

Agent 3's (Sarah's) P.O.V:

As I threw my splat bombs across the battlefield, which were soaring through all the ink flying around in the air, I could hear them go off and splat an Octarian or so. They gave off a painful cry as they were splatted, which made my stomach turn. As much as I wanted to try and be reckless, just as if I were in a regular turf war match before any of this had happened, I couldn't. I could very much lose my life right here. "It's possible that if we manage to turn on the spawn points in the turf war maps...We could respawn, but due to the loss of electricity, it wouldn't work..." I thought to myself, my tentacle slightly getting in my face as I dashed forward. 

I hid behind a building corner, peeking around to see a few more Octarians charging forward. I mean, they were everywhere here after all. I observed their behavior, fighting other inkling soldiers, who were all shooting/swinging, ducking and hiding in their ink for a brief second and coming back up to spray the opposite team. 

"It's almost as if we've been training for this our entire lives..."

"That's right. It's just like playing a more lethal version of the games we played like nothing...That means we can protect Inkopolis and drive the Octarians out." I muttered to myself under my breath. "Just be more careful.."

Before I could slip out of my temporary hiding spot, I heard the loud whirring of several helicopter blades, more specifically, transport aircrafts. I looked up, my eyes widening in the process. 

Up to now, the inklings have been holding up well against the Octarians, but seeing what I was seeing made me lose hope. 

A large shadow, that of the transport aircrafts and the large metal thing that the planes were carrying in between them, casted over the city streets that the battle raged on. 

My jaw dropped slightly once I recognized that not only was it Octarian transport aircrafts, but the thing they were bringing in too. 

Taking a deep breath and yelling as loud as I can, I yelled, "EVERYONE! INCOMING OCTO SHOWER! GET TO COVER NOW!"

Agent 8's (Mike's) P.O.V:

*A few seconds beforehand*

"Oh no..." Drake whispered softly, gripping his charger tighter. I noticed how tense he had gotten, and asked what's wrong. 

That's when I heard the whirring of helicopter blades coming, and fast too. 

"EVERYONE! INCOMING OCTO SHOWER! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"That's the sound of Sarah's voice...!" I exclaimed in my head, looking over in the direction of the voice. 

"..they're bringing the Octo Shower..." He muttered under his breath, his body trembling. 

My eyes widened at his words, "An Octo Shower!? Now!?" I yelled. Drake nodded silently in response as all the splat bombs, bullets and machinery went off all around us in this constant warfare. He seemed a lot more worried than I was, or was he worried for us?

Time felt like it slowed down as the machine began to rumble on, it's eyes beginning to to glow a bright red. Steam came out of the whole thing, while the octocopers hovered above it, making sure not to drop the Octo Shower themselves.  

This was bad, considering we're in the open streets. 

The Octo Shower can easily follow the straight paths of the city streets, wiping out any inkling unlucky enough to be standing in its path. Not only that, but it could hover over the building roofs and get those on the roofs too. Our best bet was to get under something sturdy.

"If we get to cover now, we'll be okay!" I exclaimed in a relieved sort of way, "We just have to get away from its sniper and shower no?!"

Drake looked at me with an even more worried look as the Octo Shower let out a huge whistle from the steam it was letting out. It will soon begin its destruction. 

"T..That's the problem Mike...They upgraded this Octarian weapon.." 

I stared at him, my face tensing up a bit more with each word that came out. "Upgraded it..?!"

"Mhm. They increased the pressure of the shower to an unbelievable level...Not to mention they increased the range, pressure and damage that the Octo Shower sniper has...And even the movement speed..."

"H..How strong are we talking here...?" I asked, hearing the machine begin to shoot its Octosniper.

I heard the ink shoot, and watched as it blew threw several walls of a building not far from us with relative ease. 

The war noises going on around us got louder, almost making them unbearable to withstand anymore. 

My heart accelerated even more in a panic. 

"The shower can collapse the building floors..." Drake said in a shaky voice, now standing with me watching the Octo Shower blast through everything.

"Sarah!" I yelled to myself, quickly getting concerned for her. I ran to the edge of the roof and looked down at the street. 

I quickly noticed her sprinting away from the damage the Octo Shower had caused in such a short time, collapsing two buildings and now collapsing another one. My breaths were getting heavier and faster watching her run away. 

My head turned the other way as I heard a loud horn come from the other end of the street. The Octo Shower was now ready to wreak havoc on the street that Sarah and many other soldiers were on.

"I have..I have...I have to help!" 

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