Jessie sent her gasbags away, and flipped on to triple 3's back. She saw the corrupted nodule. She reached her hand to rip it out, and her enforcer kneed her in the nose. She looked down at her hand. Blood was spattered on it. She looked at her other and saw the implant. She heaved a loud sigh. She looked at the enforcer, now trying to stab her again. She pulled out a bola and chucked it at him. He stopped moving. She climbed on his back. 5.. she tugged at it. 4.. it was jammed in there. 3... she pulled really tight. 2.. it was almost out... 1! She ripped it out with such force it hit her in the face. She looked down at triple 3. He was sparking with purple. Was it going to work? Was he going to be okay? A few minutes later she had mostly healed her wounds, and he was still sparking. It looked like he was going to shut down. But his leg lifted up, and blue replaced purple, and before you could say "TRIPLE 3!" he was up. She looked at him, he looked at her, and she smiled.

End.