The 99th Platoon – WWW's Dream: Uniting the Tediz

(A/N Have you guys heard "The March of the Valkyries"? You probably have and you just don't know it. It's the song that plays in the Beach scene in "Apocalypse Now" You know, when the helicopters are napalming the beach. This is the only time you'll ever see a scene that looks like it came out of a script. Meaning with directions e.g. Cue slow motion Anyway. Moving right along.)

Chapter 7: Daybreak

Lights were turned off, flaps were zipped shut and tissue paper was stuffed in little holes. The already dark night had just got darker. There was not one molecule of light hovering in the air. The Platoon, all gathered in the same tent, were packed so close together they could feel each others hot, moist breathing.

"Clever," mumbled The Master. He began rummaging through his equipment. "But not clever enough."
The thermal sight would soon replace the night vision one.

"Right. This sniper is good so he probably has some sort of x-ray or heat source scope, so we aren't safe in here. We've bough some time by blacking out but not nearly enough. Listen here, I got a plan." Chael said.

"If we head to the rock outcroppings about 10 meters that way," he pointed to the back of the base, "we should have enough cover to prevent him from getting us. So someone start making a back door." Ricy ran to the back of the tent and used his claw to trace a doorway into the fragile tent material. Sarge approved Chael's plan.
Chael went over to ILZ.

"You have to try to hit him as fast as you can. When everyone runs out have someone guide you so you can fire towards the sniper and still make your way to the outcropping. You'll probably only get one shot, so make it count." He turned and addressed everyone again.
"Everybody ready?" Mixed grumbles and "yeahs" came from them. All but Chael went to the "back door". Sarge went to the front were Chael was.

"Where are you going?"
"I have to get to my workbench to get my rail-gun."
"Why?"
"If ILZ misses when you guys are running, the two of us will have just as hard a time hitting him as he will hitting us. So if I have the rail-gun I can shoot through the rocks and get him."
"But doesn't your rifle have a rail-gun effect?"
"Ever since I started using that rail-gun I've stopped putting the rail device onto the rifle. But that isn't going to happen any more. I just hope you guys distract him enough so that I can get to my bench."
"Well then, good luck soldier." He shook Chael's hand. Sarge moved towards the back door.
"We all need it," muttered Chael as he set down his rifle.

"Everyone in camo?" asked Sarge. The Platoon had dressed in black; they had to be near inconspicuous. They nodded.

"Okay........................go." As he opened the flap a large amount of smoke poured in. The Master Sniper finally finished changing scopes. Instantly everything became red. White figures stood out in the smoke.

"CHAEL!!!" ILZ coughed, "I CAN'T SEE!!"
"I CAN'T BREATHE!!!AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!"
"EVERYONE!! BACK IN THE TENT!!!"
"WHERE IS THE TENT?!?! AAAWW FUCK!!! MY ARM!!"
"RUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!"

Sounds of pain were heard. Everyone scattered. With some difficulty they made it back inside the tent.
ILZ was yelling into his radio, "Chael! There will be no cover fire! I repeat! No cover fire!"

Chael had a bead of sweat on his forehead.
"It's too late to turn around now. I've got to get to my area and take out the sniper," he thought. He ran.

The Master noticed Chael heading in a different direction from the others, and set his sites on him. Chael began running in an erratic zigzag pattern. As Chael neared his workbench, the Master Sniper prepared to fire. A few feet from the table, Chael leapt into the air and over it. First grabbing the rail-gun, Chael flipped the table to its side while still in the air. At the same moment the Tediz sniper took his shot.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" yelled Chael in pain. He landed hard behind the barrier he made, clutching his leg just under the knee. The sniper may have been good, but Chael predicted him well enough to get by with just the wound.

"Shit that hurt. I better lay low for a bit so he thinks I'm out. I hope they made it to the outcropping. I better do something with this shot or it'll get infected," he thought to himself.
Chael saw his soldering gun and a pair of forceps looking things next to him. He sterilized the forceps with his lighter and removed the bullet. Then he grabbed a rock and bit down on it as he cauterised the wound with the soldering gun. Lastly, he tore off one of his sleeves and wrapped the area.
"Alright, that should be good. I don't hear any more shots so he's either on the move or waiting. But that's ok cause I can wait just as long. One of us will make a mistake. The other one will be the one that lives."

ILZ suddenly started firing at the sniper tower. That was the signal.

Sarge could be seen coming out of the grey curtain like cloud that had enveloped the land. He crawled on his belly commando style, ignoring the screaming pain in his shoulder. His face was painted black, to match the rest of his now-darkened body. As he continued to crawl more Squirrels followed him, camouflaged in the same style. He could see the rock out cropping that was safety. The platoon (minus the two snipers) crawled along the earth, like one long black river, towards safety, hoping ILZ was keeping the sniper distracted. They blended into the night.

ILZ was firing at the sniper. None of the bullets hit home. The Master sneered at this amateur technique. He was done playing. With that he loaded an explosive bullet into the chamber.
"Take tha yo yella bellied mother f-"

*BAM*

ILZ's sniper rifle exploded in his hands. He ran while yelling to Sarge what had happened over the radio.

"Chael, we are relying on you boy. Don't fail me now."
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye Sarge saw a line of brilliant gold. The sun was rising.
"SHIT! RUUUUUUUUUN!!!" he yelled, picking himself out of the mud.
"Why?" asked Pyst.
"The sun's coming up, in the day light we don't stand a chance!!!"

Cue "March of the Valkyries"

Chael could see the sun rising.
"Run guys," he whispered.

Cue slow motion

The platoon dragged their selves back out of the dirt. Mud flew into their eyes and a bead of sweat had broken out on all their foreheads.

The sliver had become a good slice of sunrise. The sunlight stretched over the sea.

"Run," whispered Chael.

The rock outcropping was only a few metres away. They all had their focus set on the rocks.

The approaching sunlight signalled The Master to arm his sniper rifle.

At the peak of the song
The sun exploded in all its brilliance. Sunlight flooded the land.

(OOC: The scenes are changing at a fast rate to stress the intensity)

The Master aimed.

Chael jumped out from behind the table.

The rock outcropping was only a few metres away. Sarge made a running leap towards it…

The Master squeezed the trigger.

Chael pressured the trigger.

Some of the Platoon leapt, some slid, some continued to run before leaping for safety.

The Master's gun flashed.

The bullet flew towards Pyst.

Chael fired.

(OOC: Super fast scene changing rate)

The Master's bullet flew.

Chael's bullet sped onwards.

The Master's bullet seemed to pick up speed.

Chael's bullet appeared to have a mind of its own.

The Master's bullet roared with rage.

Chael's bullet screeched in triumph.

*KABLAM*

The two bullets slammed into each other and exploded.

The Platoon all landed in the mud, squelching and sliding as they rolled behind the rock out cropping.

"Yes!!" yelled Chael as he did a little victory dance. A bullet hit the table. "Woah!" He yelled as he ducked.

The Master's face contorted into a snarl.
"Till next time," he spat.