Hi guys. 15 reviews and 176 reviews in three days! It's ridiculous, outright ridiculous. Never before have my stories been so popular. Anyway, there are a lot of OC's, and I would like to say there are only five more slots left for OC's. So act quickly! Like really quickly! And also, questions are now accepted. Please question, by review or PM, and I will put that question on and also answer it, like others. Now, for the author of the day, is
Cause it's never been done before, Carpetburn.
It's hilarious and very good. Ya. So bob will not be added, sorry not telling (guest). I will construct my own n00bs. And I have done some tweaks to robotica Mojang, which is now just Mojang. So, onto the story! (OC's cannot be guaranteed this chapter). Wait. Sorry wait. NO FLAMING! I was on the moderating reviews when I came upon explicit and unpleasant reviews. I deleted them. Sorry, but you'll just have to do that somewhere else. Now, really onto the story. THE PS4 IS COMING OUT! Also sorry if you thought the watching the stars (chapter) was a bit rushed with the romance. I just had to get that done. Also somebody is j-e-a-l-o-u-s of their relationship.
Wolf:...I can hear, and spell.
Sparky jr.:Oh...heehee, um, that was a joke.
Wolf:Very humorous...*pulls out a detonator and I realize I have a C4 on my back*
Sparky jr.:let's just talk...right?
Wolf:Never in my badass lifetime.
Sparky jr.: *sigh...* I'll delete you from the story.
Wolf:Toodle doo.
Devon's P.O.V
We walked out of the corridor, and I'd have to say it wasn't the best night's rest, though I liked it anyway. I didn't even realizing we were holding hands until HE walked out. He had a trench coat, and black jeans and military boots. He had some kind of desperado cowboy hat on. I managed to stop a snicker. That's when I saw his face. It was scarred in a lot of places, but what really showed was his eyes. One was red, and the other was orange. That was seriously creepy. And then, of course, he stares at me, and so does a wolf standing by his side. The glare made me want to run and scream.
Of course, I held my ground. I tightened my grip on Beatrix's hand and looked where I was looking. We made our way to the cafeteria rather quickly. We got our food and sat down. "Who was that?"I asked.
"Uh...his name is Wolf. He's the badass commander of the century, not to mention the meanest ever. During a patrol he was smiling when he shot the thugs out of the vehicles, and also when one of ours got shot..."she said.
"Oh...wow,"I said speechless.
"...Does he usually give that glare?" I asked. She took a moment to think.
"Not usually that hard..."she said.
"I wonder...I've suspected a long time, that...well he likes me. His names Wolf,"she said. I have a hard time swallowing my beef. I take some milk and swallow it down.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah...what else?"she said.
Then an alarm was sounded. My tray flew to the ground and I people were rushing everywhere.
"What's wrong?" I asked to a soldier.
"T-90 and a force of thugs coming. T-90s are like impenetrable tanks. We'll need a grenade launcher.
"Can you fight?"he said. I nodded. Beatrix and I went down to the basement and there was an arrangement of firearms and such. This was probably the loot they had gotten from the station. I grabbed a rifle. Beatrix took a shotgun, and we both grabbed a frag. I got a vest on and some extra ammunition. We headed out after three APCs, and five warthogs, one equipped with a mounted grenade launcher. We jumped on an APC and rolled out. When we got out, there were no thugs. There were two soldiers and Wolf. He had two revolvers in his holsters and a machine gun slung across his shoulder.
"We take T-90s seriously,"said Carton. Wolf nodded.
"We lost two..."Wolf said, showing no grief. Wow. This guy was either a pyschomaniac or really hardcore.
Then we heard a rumbling sound. "Another army of dang thugs!" called out a man. We rushed out and APCs and warthogs turned the corners. We looked around and we were on Jettison street. It was really really long. I don't know how long, but it was for our benefit. The APCs took their position, and so did the warthogs. The grenade launcher fired when an APC came in firing range and good bye APC. I wondered where they got these? Then a bradley rolled out from another street and opened fire. I ducked. I took a crack and then realized it was no use. And then two warthog reached firing range. They let out a spur of bullets. We all ducked again. I heard a cry of pain. "Contact!" said somebody. A soldier with greasy hair and a determined face, probably 25 hid where I was hiding. He had a shotgun and blew the warthog. The bradley was gone too, assumably eradicated. But there were more. APCs rolled in, and fired in on us. We took cover but two of us toppled over. Thugs came in and hid next to the APCs. I found a dead mans machine gun and half-heartedly killed two thugs. Wolf was twenty feet away from me and I could see the crazy grin and the crackling shots of his guns as he killed more and more before taking cover.
I aimed my gun and killed a thug. Then another. I was extremely cautious, aware of what being shot feels like. Then blood spurted from the man next to me. "Man down!" I called. I took a med pack and found the shot in his arm. He needed medical help. A warthog that was deserted lay there. I found another injured man and dumped them both in, too my unwillingness. I tried operating the warthog. Easy enough. I drove it and took the route. Hopefully I was right. I pulled up at the hospital. There were about thirty people out front anxious and two guards.
"Thugs have attacked us! Injured people!"I said. People assisted me and carried them to the infirmary. Three people came out of the armory. One had a machine gun, and his features were closely related to Beatrix's. Her brother? Another carried an axe, a sword, and a crossbow. The last had a shotgun. Two went in the truck and the one with the machine gun jumped into my truck.
"What's happened?" he asked.
"Uh...we wiped out the T-90 and co. but more of the enemy came,"I said.
"Hi. I'm Jason,"he said.
"Devon. Are you related to Beatrix?" I asked.
He nodded. "Her brother,"Jason said. We arrived at the battlefield. He jumped out, and I didn't want to operate the turret. I landed on the ground and I saw two thugs sneaking past by another road. I shot them both down. I saw a face of unrecognition before they died. I shot another bullet killing a thug. I then ducked behind some sandbags the APC's were carrying. I took a crack at the APC's gunner and killed him. I threw a grenade in and goodbye APC. Another gunner turned to me and fired at my direction. Bullets zinged right past me over my head and I tensed. Then there was a cry and a flare and the thugs retreated. Again. It seemed...weird. We were even, if not they were winning. But then I heard gunshots west. We hurried back to base. There were three to four people left. The armory was depleted.
"They *takes a breath* they left with guns. They wouldn't sit around waiting for you to get killed,"said a man. Our eyes widened.
"Everybody in the trucks!" Carton shouted, our commander. I jumped in the turret booth for the warthog, and this time I didn't care. Those thugs were dead.
