As Duetta sped towards the Hopway, she could make out the
Wabbit’s jeep and hear the sound of explosives. Agents of Rabit were swarming up
fences and trying to halt the jeep, while others rained down explosives from the
bridge. "I didn’t expect an Agents' flying column," said the Wabbit, "and that was my
fault." He fired a few rounds at an Agent and watched him drop to the road. "Nobody’s perfect," said Wabsworth as he dispensed
with another Agent. A bundle of dynamite came his way and he scooped it from
the air and threw it back. A satisfying boom from
below made his ears stiffen pleasantly. "Take that for your trouble," he smiled, then hearing the distinctive note
of a biplane engine, he looked up. "I think we have reinforcements," he cheered, digging the Wabbit sharply in the ribs. "Is that Lapinette?" sighed the Wabbit, "because
there’ll be hell to pay." "Yes, and Duetta the Red Spider," yelled Wabsworth. Now the Wabbit
smiled and he sprayed the Hopway with bullets. "Excellent," he chortled. "They can fight about who
rescued us." Wabsworth pushed a foe away from the fence,
oblivious to the frantic squeals as the Agent pitched to his doom. "Do we need rescuing?" he asked. The Wabbit’s Makarov spat fire at another Agent. "Not really," shrugged
the Wabbit.
