Chapter 4: Detention's over

Leon brought a random painting over to the door. I still had no idea what he intended to do with it so I asked sarcastically.

"What are you gonna do? Make him critique it til he asphyxiates?"

"No. He's gonna help me carry it." He said with a smile, then stood up with the painting and pushed his way through the door. He carried it out in front of himself across ways, blocking the Sov's view.

"Mother…….." I did it again. Amazed at this feat of brilliance. Then my own stroke of genius hit me. I put both hands in my pockets, my right pulled out my Pistol, my left, the one Grenade I'd brought along. I looked at it, smiling I said.

"This shit………is about to get………..very loud."

I crouched low and kept the Soviet hidden to my sight, behind Leon's painting. If I couldn't see him, he couldn't see me.

"What are you doing kid?" The Sov asked Leon.

"Can you help me carry this?" Leon asked, giving the man one side of the painting anyway. The Guard looked over the painting and saw me at the "Guard room" door. I smiled at him, I'd already seen Leon pull out his Pistol with his free hand.

The guard saw me pull the grenade pin and roll it into the room. He was too shocked to speak. Before he collected himself Leon fired 5 shots through the painting into the Sov, I ducked away from the guard room door as the grenade exploded, blowing the door down.

Leon allowed the guard to fall to his knees before pushing him into the corner, he opened the prison door and went in. As i walked towards the room, I stopped in front of the guard. His mouth was spluttering blood and he was desperately trying to raise his SMG. I smiled at him and said.

"Welcome to England."

Then shot him in the forehead. His brains splattered onto the corner of the wall and I walked into the prison room. Miss Fry was there, with Leon. He was explaining to her what was going on. I interrupted.

"Detention's over Miss." I joked.

Oh the sweet irony!

"I doubt our display went unheard Leon. We should get moving."

"Good point." He said, smiling at our success thus far and my 'get-your-own-back joke. He led Miss Fry over to the door, I walked through ahead of them and picked up Sergeant Painting's SMG. Chuckling at him as I crouched to pick up his weapon.

I handed Miss Fry my Pistol as she came out of the room. I jogged to the stairway, the other way up to the prison room.

Time to go.

I moved down the stairs, my new SMG held in firing position as I went. I couldn't help but laugh. Before the invasion I had joked a couple of times with myself about clean sweeping the school SWAT team style.

Don't need to imagine anymore.

I thought, as a pair of Sov's came running up the stairs, before they'd even looked up at me I fired at them. I piled them with bullets, even as they rolled back down the stairwell.

Leon, still escorting Miss Fry, was a little behind and could only watch as I had my fun. I moved on and, as he passed my unlucky victims pocketed his own Pistol and took an Assault Rifle.

I got to the bottom of the stairwell and turned right for the door outside. I heard a burst of shots behind me and shattering glass. I saw a Sov on the other side of the pointless wooden divide go down. Leon came round the corner from the stairs.

"Good job I'm watching your back." He smiled.

"Did I ever claim to be a professional soldier?" I laughed.

"Probably."

I kicked open the access bar on the door, just for effect. Turning left I headed for the small gate that exited the school grounds, this time I showed no hesitation to pile the inanimate object with bullets, before I'd even got there.

Somehow the padlock falling lifelessly from the gate, was still as pleasing, despite it never having life. I moved over and opened the gate and Leon, Miss Fry and myself all made our way down the opposite side of the fields than our last exit from the school.

We moved swiftly but cautiously, but somehow, came across no Soviets attempting to kill us. There was a small patrol on the main road we had to cross, to get back to the 'base' but they were going the other way and never saw us.

We arrived back at the trampled clearing of tall grass, Joe and Sock were sat around doing very little, 8 bags of junk food and fizzy pop strewn around the site. We couldn't cook anything, so this was our life's supply.

"Hannah and Butterspread still out?" I asked as I walked into the clearing.

"Yeah." Sock replied, lying with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

"They left about a half hour after you two did. We went to the shop before it opened so we could get the day off." Joe said happily.

"What do you two think this is? An office job?" I joked as I threw down my SMG. I sat down near it and pulled my Pistol from my pocket and chucked it to the side.

"Got yourself a new toy?" Joe jested.

"Oh! Now you think this is kiddies play time?" I joked again. "Yeah! You like it?" I asked to show him I was being friendly, not harsh.

"Tis nice." He laughed.

Miss Fry and Leon sat down in the grass.

"What the………What are you boys doing?" Miss Fry asked.

"Skiving school Miss." Sock joked, still lying down.