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Please kill me

"He's getting away!"

"Get him!"

"Fenenko! Over here!"

"Don't let him escape!"

"That was a close one Fenenko."

"I know, thanks Bes-"

Fenenko sat up from the top bed on the bunk bed he shared with Bessonov. Fenenko laid back down on his bed, a couple minutes later everyone else in his bunker woke up. Talking to each other or getting dressed, Fenenko climbed down from the ladder on his bunk bed. He got off the ladder and grabbed his uniform from the dresser and started putting it on, first the pants, then the shirt, he put on his boots, tied the laces, then put on his hat. It was a hat that had two flaps on the side to cover his ears, the hat was covered with fur from the fur-bearing trout. They called it a ushanka, on the front of the hat was a picture of Octavio holding an ink-tank in one hand, an inkling in another, and an octoshot in another. That was the flag for "Octavio's Rush" Fenenko wasn't sure why they called it that. Bessonov was getting dressed in his uniform. Almost completely identical to Fenenko's uniform except for the hat, Bessonov's ushanka was black instead of Fenenko's grey. "Hey Bessonov, how'd you sleep?" Fenenko asked Bessonov, "I slept fine, it took awhile to fall asleep though." Bessonov said, tying the laces on his boots. Fenenko walked out of the bunker with his fellow squad mates, Bessonov followed him, everyone made small talk with each other. They reached to open the door, "Someone grab a shovel! Snow's blocking the door!" "I'm on it!" Shouted Fammus, she ran up with a shovel and opened the door slightly, reaching the shovel through the crack and shoveling the snow away, "It's good!" Fammus said, the octoling in front opened the door, "That's what happens when you don't put up the cover!" Korolyov said, walking through. Several generals were outside, ready to assign the squads to their posts. "Alright everyone! We have orders from Octavio to send everyone at this bunker to try to blow up some of the inklings bridges!" The general said, everyone performed the salute, putting your hand to the side of your head then putting it down.

Fenenko and Bessonov and the rest of the men and women in their bunker crawled through the snow, this area was packed with inklings, apparently Octavio got some info out of an inkling that several trains would be transporting weaponry and warm food through here, if they blew up the bridge they would be able to bring some of it home and make octarian recreations of the weapons. They finally reached the bridge, one octoling stood up and started placing timed suction bombs on the pillars, once all the pillars had bombs on them, the octolings got away as far as possible. The octoling pushed down the button on his controller, the suction bombs exploded, destroying the pillars, the bridge started to collapse, the train started speeding across the bridge, only for it to fall and crash into the snow, snow flew in all directions, the sound of metal crashing against the ground rang through everyone's ears. They ran over to the fallen train, they grabbed the handle on the door and pulled it open. The octolings ran in, grabbing weapons and food and putting them into bags. They grabbed everything they could and started running back to base.

AUTHORS NOTE

So that's a new story

It might be pretty nice for now but in later chapters it's gonna be death and destruction.

Soooo

Bye