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

(A/N The date- 03/09/02 The time- 12:32 AM The promise- two completed FanFics, two completed miscellaneous topics and one recreational. I hate it when I can't keep my promises. But I will try my best to have a least one done. This one. Platoon: WWW's Dream. Time to really get this party started. Having drunk some wake up juice it's back to the computer I go.)

Chapter 8: Seemingly flawless.

The Master rummaged around in his bag until he found a certain case containing a certain bullet. The games were over.
"They already know where I am. Kill him and move," he muttered.

Chael looked up in time to dodge a bullet. He crouched against the table and loaded his sniper rifle

No silent gunshot this time. There was a loud bang followed by an even louder explosion. Chael was launched forward, while the explosion singed his fur and hundreds of splinters lodged deep into his back.
Chael used the last of his strength to aim and fire at the Master Sniper. But the Master had moved. Chael blacked out.

"Sniper? Have you killed them?" asked the C.O.

"Only one managed to die. They are very persistent. I cannot fight anymore or my gun will break down." The Commanding Officer sighed a sigh of disappointment.
"Sniper, I want you back out there as soon as possible. You're the best in this camp. Now listen, did you manage to see the lone Tediz out there?"
"Yes."
"I want him to be the next one you kill. I'm confident you'll manage." The C.O. smirked and left the room.

The Master walked to his own chamber.
"No army, species or enemy is impossible for me," he muttered. The door was slammed shut.

"CHAEL!!!!" yelled Sarge as he ran over to the blasted workspace. Chael was lying in the mud, splinters wedged all over his body.
"Shit. This is not good!" ILZ ran to the downed soldier.

"Wot happen' Serge?" Sarge ignored ILZ and yelled out to the others.

"Chael is down! Pyst! Come over here and give us a hand!"
Pyst ran over. He grabbed Chael's feet while ILZ grabbed his head. Sarge grabbed what he could salvage from Chael's equipment.
"Ready?" he asked. They nodded.
"Two...three...and lift!"

They hauled Chael up and took him to the outcropping. Mon lay still, unconscious.
"Crap. Can anybody in here work a medpack?" questioned Sarge. Flatfeet was the only one to answer.

"That'd be me"

"Fix him up soldier! That's an order not a request!"

"Sir...I only know some basic stuff"

"That's more than I know. Now move."

"Sir, yes, sir."

Sarge approached Oreos.
"Listen, that Tediz sniper is having a field day! Do something about that." Oreos loaded a fresh sniper clip.
"Consider it done," he smirked.

Oreos crawled, commando style, towards one of the old makeshift trenches.
"Is there anyone still alive out here?" he wondered. A bullet whizzed past his temple.

"Not you! You damn Tediz!"
Deja was lying in the trench. Oreos hopped down.
"Hey Deja, you know where the sniper is? I can't see him...."

"2nd floor, 3rd opening to the left."

"Thanks. Alright you bastard, this one's for Chael." He narrowed his eyes and dashed to the left side of the beach.

The Platoon members sat at the outcropping trying to figure out their next move. Off to the side, Mon and Chael lay, bandaged up in a shoddy manner. From where the two lay, the Platoon heard a moaning. Chael was coming too.

"Owwwww fuck, what happened?"

"The sniper used an explosive bullet. After he left, we carried you here," explained Sarge.

"Is that why my whole body hurts? Any attacks since then?"

"Nothing yet," said Pyst, "But for all we know he could be out there now."

"I doubt it. He's pro material. We wouldn't all be talking right now if he was. Either he's waiting till nightfall or he's preparing his next attack as we speak. What we need are defences. An early warning system."

"How we gonna do dat?" asked ILZ.

"WWW, FF and I can handle that." The Albino tried in vain to get up.
"I guess I'll have to just do ideas and instructions. Does Mon have any painkillers?"

"He's still out," informed Sarge.

"Damn. Then I'll help you two out until I pass out again."

Chael quickly got Flatfeet and WWW working. He told them to enlarge certain capsules. All the equipment they could ever want was in front of them.
"First, we need motion detection. Look for antennas. I think they're up at the top."

It was two hours later when WWW addressed Sarge.
"Flatfeet and I finished the defences. Chael passed out halfway through the job, but we managed to complete it. Now listen up"
"This first thing is a motion detection barrier. The two antennas we placed provide almost island wide detection. This monitor will warn us of movement. Unfortunately, it can't penetrate the base walls, but we do know about motion in the wooded areas and clearings."

"Next, there's a disruption field surrounding us. Its range is very limited, but anything outside of the effect area will have trouble focusing. It scrambles everything inside it," continued WWW

"Like when you try to watch porn but you don't have the channel?" asked Pyst.

"Yes, that's what it looks like. Finally, all the posts that got set up, they're magnetic field generators. If we get shot at they'll redirect bullets that head our way. Chael said that by the time he figures out how to shoot to hit his target, we'll have figured out where he is and can get him."

"And Chael said it's preferable if it's with something explosive," finished Flatfeet. It all seemed like it was a flawless plan.

Seemed.