Rex holstered his gun.
It was unfortunate that he'd been forced to fire on his old friend, but to learn he'd been lured by Jones into a trap... Let's just say their friendship was over.
He'd need to think fast though - even one shot from his Corral Specials was usually enough to draw the attention of the dopiest of guards. Twenty rounds was sure to bring the entire security force straight to him.
"Good," said Rex Havoc to his old dead buddy, "I like a challenge."
With that, he sprinted off down a corridor.
He'd almost done it too.
The first guards went down quickly before they'd realized there was someone firing a gun nearby. The next few were easy pickings in the confusion that followed. Rex might have done it, but as the last few guards rounded the corner his guns let him down.
Normally he'd have had just enough shots left but dealing with Jones had cost him extra.
"Maybe the last 19 shots weren't strictly necessary," Rex thought as he was dragged to a holding cell, "but it sure made me feel better."
Rex really didn't know this time.
Usually when Rex Havoc was tortured for information he'd scoff at their attempts to draw out the location of the secret base or superweapon or princess.
He'd laugh and say, "Each time you hit me it makes your death a little more certain."
Rex didn't know what to say this time. They kept asking him about "the power of the Torimbalo" and he'd never heard of it. It certainly wasn't what he came here for. If he wanted to survive this time though he would have to fall back on his regular routine.
Ignoring his questions Rex growled, "Keep hitting me boy. It makes my decision of who to kill first much easier."
He'd have to thank The Professor.
Every mission, it was usually The Professor's neat inventions that got him out of his predicaments. At least the minor predicaments anyway - he usually still had to disarm the bomb or kill the leader or steal the jewels.
Not this time though. They had come on a mission set up by Jones. When Jones had turned on him, the mission no longer mattered. Now he needed to return to base and fill The Professor in.
A thought struck him, "What if The Professor has turned as well?"
He brushed the thought aside. The Professor had helped him, just then to escape. Besides, he had more immediate things to worry about, such as the fresh hoard of guards bearing down on him.
"Yearrgh!" he yelled as he lept towards them, guns blazing.
The explosion was deafening.
Or would have been if he hadn't been ready for it with his hands over his ears. He'd found some explosives and a detonator in the weapons locker where he'd retrieved his guns, and it made a nice big hole he could use to get out of this catacomb.
Racing to the spot he and Jones had parked their invisible jet he stabbed at the remote.
"Blast!" thought Rex. But there was no time for casual swearing, Jones had sabotaged him again.
Calling up a schematic, Rex leapt back through the hole he'd just created as the concussed guards were coming to.
"Stay down!" he commanded as he blasted his way back through the hoard.