Chapter Twelve "Change of Plan"
Blake pressed on following quietly behind Spike's team, he decided to let them get more ground ahead of them.
Something about the area he was walking through strayed his thought.
"This is near by where my old base camp was." He thought. "I wonder if it's still there…"
Blake could risk loosing Spike's team again by leaving, but something was drawing him to it, he wanted to see what had become of one of his main base camps.
He stepped slowly to it after an hour's way there, but he figured he could find their tracks later.
They'd most likely stay at their destination at least an hour he thought.
As he came closer the base was more in view.
Sandbags lay everywhere, some of them barely holding sand the others still staying in their old position.
The hard ground had a curved and the entrance walled by the sandbags and wood pillars and other such things.
Old weapons lay on the ground, gunpowder and bullets all gone, empty shells everywhere from where his soldiers would train.
He walked closer, saddened by the abandoned camp.
A shadow cast over it and the empty huts were in shambles with his picture worn with bullet holes in it, which made him grunt.
"I can't believe the army I set forth were not the least bit loyal." He thought to himself walking slowly, holding an empty bullet shell in his hand.
"Why are there so many bullet shells when we used mostly laser weapons?" he wondered.
He walked inside the main building that had half of the wall missing, starring at the chair he'd sit at going over strategies, that was until he noticed something.
A shadow of a person sat there, wearing full armor that seemed shocked at his appearance.
"The elites?" he said quietly in surprise.
It was, one of his elite soldiers.
"What are you doing, Traitor?" Blake said with contempt.
The elite soldier was wearing full red armor with his eyes covered by a red glowing pair of reflecting glasses, like goggles but more complex.
There were thousands of weapons compact into his armor; it was more complex then Blake's initial design.
It took something from its left hand, a map from the looks of it.
Stretching it out and putting it in Blake's hand.
Blake suspiciously looked at the map.
There was a battle plan written on it in hard to read writing, circles and exes with other symbols.
As Blake looked closer he could tell this was planned for a long period of time, thought out to every detail, the plan was flawless.
"You mean that mad scientist is planning an attack today?" Blake said.
The elite shook his head, with an ever-motivated expression in his movements.
"This is impossible, how could Eggman get so many robots at the same time…but you're right, it would be the perfect time to strike, while he's distracting them." Blake said. "Also Shadow should be going after Spike any time, when he realizes he doesn't have an emerald he'll run off but it will give me enough time to go with my side plan, I'm going to hold all of them and will kill one of them if he doesn't do as asked, I know this will work too because they won't see it coming."
The elite pointed to something on the large map, a small area of writing.
"You mean he's looking for Sonic too? How perfect! Two distractions! If I'm lucky they'll pick each other off!" Blake said with a pleased look on his face. "Then I will simply take out the team members, I can't loose."
A thought struck his mind suddenly.
"It says here the elites will strike too? But there seems more then before, did you recruit more Elites?" Blake said.
The obedient soldier shook his head answering his question.
"Then this is more then perfect." He said. "There will be no end to the striking I will give them, none will live, none of them, and I will take out the traitors one by one making them flee like the cowards they are, soon I will have loyal soldiers who will rather die then let me loose my thrown again…and I will see to it not one more freedom fanatic will live."
End chapter
