Denella's knife was knocked out of her hand by the man behind her. She kicked him in the stomach and he fell into the boxes behind him.
Three down, two to go. And, of course, there was also Celcus.
The last man that showed up in the second car stood about six feet in front of her. She eyed him, and then looked down at her pocket knife that was laying on the ground. She kept looking back and forth at him and her knife. The knife was right in the middle of both of them.
Suddenly, she ran and dived down to the ground to grab the knife, but the man kicked it away. It was too far for her to get now. He threw his fist right at her, but he missed each time he tried. She tripped him and kicked him to the ground. On the ground, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Luckily he hadn't pulled it out any sooner. Denella stood still as he got back up with the gun still aiming at her. His bony fingers were caressing the trigger.
Distracted by the sound of the last hooded man running away, the one who picked up Celcus in his white van, the gun was kicked out of the man's hand by Denella. She kicked him in the stomach and he went flying into the crate behind him. Denella locked the crate so he couldn't get out.
Soon, agents from R.O.S.S. and T.E.R.S.E. showed up. They handcuffed the four men and Celcus and drove them away.
"Another job well done, Oakley." John said. "I know our deal was to let you go back to being suspended after you helped us, but we need you on team. And after all you did, you deserve it."
Denella smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Her mom came and hugged her before she was taken back to R.O.S.S. to make sure everything was fine with her. In the corner of Denella's eye, she could see someone running to her. She turned as the person approached her
"Denella! Are you okay?" Brandon asked, fixing the collar on his Vahelio jacket.
She hugged him. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Why didn't you tell me where you were going? I would have come to help . . "
"I'm sorry, it's just that this was something I needed to do on my own."
"Oh, but as long as your okay."
She nodded and said, "I'm fine Brandon, don't worry."
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go and get something to eat." Brandon proposed. "I mean, you must be pretty hungry, and after all you did, we need to celebrate.