Blue Vs Tyson

Earlier that day

Blue held the freshly forged ID card in his hand, the badge of his new identity as a worker within the Ruling Party's building. "Is this really our ticket to getting in?" he asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

"Yes," Coco replied firmly. "Go inside, blend in, and avoid raising any suspicion—especially from Captain Barnes."

"And what about you?" Blue asked, glancing at Raine's ID card, which identified her as a cook. She appeared irritated. "By the way, Raine, that role fits you perfectly."

"Shut up," she muttered, clearly unimpressed. "Why do I have to be a cook? Can't I get something better?"

"I'll stay out of sight," Coco interrupted, his tone steady. "Too many people recognize my face. I must stay hidden until the right moment—an element of surprise and all." He patted the side of the van. "You know where to go. Remain there until I give the word."

Blue watched the van pull away, uncertainty still gnawing at him. "So, what's the real plan?"

"Who cares?" Raine replied casually, cracking her knuckles. "As long as I get to shut those arrogant idiots up." She waved goodbye. "I'll wait for you, Blue."

Blue nodded and looked back at Coco. "You haven't shared everything with me."

Coco exhaled slowly. "We're going to make the president apologize for his mistakes. This plan is about humanity's future... for all of us."

Blue hesitated, his grip on the ID card tightening. "I just hope it doesn't become a bloodbath."

Coco paused, watching Blue momentarily. "Let's be real, Blue. There will be casualties."

Blue's shoulders drooped. "I know. Just… please be more careful. Stick to what we agreed on and leave as soon as we finish it."

"Don't be such a crybaby," a rough voice interrupted. Dex walked into the garage, puffing on a cigar. "It's their job to keep civilians safe, not ours."

"Dex," Blue snapped, his tone cutting. "Mind your language."

"Or what, kid?" Dex sneered, blowing a cloud of smoke into Blue's face. "You're not strong enough to take me on. So just be the little dog you are and follow orders."

"You—"

"Hey, you two, cut it out," Coco said, stepping between them. "This isn't the time to argue amongst ourselves. We need everyone focused to make this work."

"Tell him that," Dex grumbled, tossing aside his cigar and running a hand through his ropey hair. "Since he joined, he's been talking like he's in charge."

"He's young, Dex," Coco said, maintaining a calm tone. "It's our responsibility to guide him. Now go ahead—I'll take care of this."

Dex shot Blue a glare. "Fine. But I'll tell you this, kid—I'll take pleasure in taking out those weaklings. See you around."

As Dex walked away, Blue finally broke the silence. "He's out of his mind, Coco. If we begin killing people, there's no chance the Rangers will hold back."

"They won't hold back, regardless," Coco said seriously. "We're crossing a red line by attacking the president's quarters. But we will do everything we can for the people."

Blue offered a slight nod. "I suppose I should be on my way."

"Do that," Coco said, giving him a pat on the back. "And when you face Tyson, don't stress about anything else. Just enjoy yourself—I'll handle everything else."

Blue exited the garage, his steps slow and unsure.

Coco stood there, watching him leave, his expression unreadable. As he looked at his phone, a faint smirk appeared on his lips. The sent message lit up on the screen: "Make sure Ed stays with you while I strike when the iron is hot."

For a moment, he stared at the garage door. "Soon," he whispered, his smirk transforming into a mask of calm determination.

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Back to the present.

The blast rang out—a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath them. Blue's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging as chaos erupted around him. His instincts kicked into overdrive. He pushed forward, his eyes scanning the frantic movements of the guards.

With a flick of his wrist, Blue activated his bracelet. His metal armor quickly enveloped his body, transforming his hands into plasma guns. He felt powerful, having somehow gained an upgrade of two power points. Was that really due to nanoparticles? Or had Coco enhanced his Meta-bot? He wondered.

The group of rogues surged ahead, pushing through the line of unsuspecting Ranger guards, their sights fixed on the president.

The captain reacted instantly, yanking the president away from the podium while his Meta-bot provided protection. "Cover the president! Stop their movements!"

The line of guards surged ahead, colliding with the rogues. For a moment, the captain hesitated, his eyes darting to the corner. Blue followed his gaze and saw Tyson and Alex guiding the president's daughter to safety.

"Clear the way!" the captain barked, pushing the president toward an alternate exit. The number of rogues overwhelmed the cramped room, but they were resolved to cut through.

"I'm heading that way," Blue muttered, slipping away while Raine looked confused.

"Hey! Aren't we supposed to capture the president? Where do you think you're going?" she shouted, her voice rising with irritation. "Blue, you better not ignore me, you bastard. I swear, I'll kill you!"

Although she knows that Blue often does unimaginable things, she doesn't want him to get hurt by his carelessness. They are in a war zone, yet these guys are running around. She feels she needs to follow him.

"Raine!" Two of the others beside her followed as she stormed after Blue. "Why are we going this way?"

"Who knows?" Raine responded, her frustration mounting. "I'm just following Blue."

They quickly discovered the reason for Blue's detour.

"Wow, I'm impressed, Blue," Raine said, her tone a blend of admiration and annoyance. "You had a backup plan in case the first one failed."

Blue chuckled, a smirk playing at his lips. "Yeah, I guess I'm stuck with being intelligent."

Raine squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the urge to hit Blue. "You really know how to get on my nerves, don't you?"

Blue tilted his head, observing them with an amused curiosity. "Oh, don't let me stop you," he said mockingly. "Run along. But you know what happens if you turn your back on me, Tyson. I want you, not that guy. No offense."

Blue paused, his mind racing. As long as that hotshot stayed out of his way, he was confident he could take on Tyson again. The way Tyson had exceeded Blue's expectations the last time had ignited a fire inside him. He wanted to fight him again, to push himself further, to give everything he had. But there was one catch—he mentally prepared to keep his distance from Alex.

That guy? Annoying. Blue narrowed his eyes at Tyson. Once Alex made eye contact with him, it felt like a shadow that never disappeared. It didn't matter that Alex couldn't beat him—he still wouldn't back down. Blue wasn't in the mood to deal with that. He fought to finish, and he wasn't going to let anyone, especially not Alex, distract him.

"Guys, this is my fight. Stay out of it," Blue whispered, determination evident in his voice.

"What do you think this is, a playground?" Raine scoffed. "We need to finish our tasks, genius."

"Wrong. You all need to finish yours." With blue eyes already scanning for Tyson, he said, "Look, the president's daughter is running away. Go after her."

"Ugh, you're hopeless," Raine snapped, rushing forward. But before she could take another step, Tyson leaped in front of her, his sword slicing through the air and embedding itself in the ground beside her.

"No one goes through here."

Raine's eyes scanned his power points, assessing the situation. Fifteen points? He dared to challenge them all with just fifteen points? She had twenty, and the others—ranging from eleven to nine—were hardly a threat in her eyes.

"Do you think you can take us all on?" she sneered.

Blue didn't flinch. He walked casually toward them, his voice slicing through the tension. "Don't underestimate him," he called out, his tone laid-back yet impactful. "It's the same guy who nearly kicked my ass last time. This time is different, though; I'm prepared."

Raine stepped back, her earlier bravado wavering. If Blue was saying that, it meant Tyson was serious. She knew him well—Blue never backed down from a fight, regardless of the odds. It was one of the things she admired about him... or perhaps liked about him more than she cared to admit.

"Now, don't you worry," Blue said, stepping forward and casually cracking his neck. "I'll keep him entertained. You go after them." He glanced at Raine and the others. "Just make sure not to anger that red ranger. He's unpredictable."

Tyson didn't wait for a clever comeback. With a swing of his sword, he closed the distance in an instant, his blade striking Blue's twin plasma guns. Sparks flew as metal clashed with metal, illuminating the confined space.

"Go!" Blue shouted over his shoulder while holding Tyson back. Raine and the others wasted no time, darting past them.

Tyson's eyes darted toward them briefly—just enough of a distraction. Blue seized the opportunity, delivering a powerful kick to Tyson's midsection. The impact sent him sprawling to the ground.

"Focus on me," Blue teased, lowering his plasma guns with a smirk. "You're breaking my heart, buddy."

Tyson clenched his teeth, his glare focused on Blue as he scrambled back to his feet. Helplessly, he saw the others vanish, the president's daughter in their sights.

"You guys are monsters," Tyson growled, gripping his sword tighter, his knuckles turning white.