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

(A/N Sleeeeeeeep…must have sleeeeeeeeep. You don't know what you're missing till it's gone…gone…gone… -_-*zzzzzz Must stay awake! Must finish! Must- *thump* please…read…review…)

Chapter 9: Paying it forward

"You got that Oreos?"
"Loud and clear. Where do I get one of my own monitor thingies?"
"When you grow up. Get over here first."
"But, that sniper's still watching over us. Let me take care of that "first"."

"Whatever. Over and out."
Oreos pocketed his radio.
"Just you and me now, sweet buns," he murmured as he placed his eye to the scope.
"Alright...nothing yet..."
He slowly set up the sniper rifle on a rock. He saw a sniper shooting explosives at base. He grinned.
"I'm over here you dumb fuck" His finger gripped the trigger.
"Checkmate." He pulled the trigger. The sniper turned his attention to the noise. Bullet pierced glass, then eye, and then brain. Green blood smeared the Crow's Nest.
"Yes!" he took out his radio.
"Hey guys, I got the Sniper, you can come out now."

"All 6 of em' the Master included? Wow, I'm impressed."

"Si-?" Oreos started to ask. The radio was shot out of his paw.
"Why me..."
The bullet got him in the chest. He was blasted backwards into the tree line.

"Oreos! Oreos respond, over!" CoolGuy yelled into his radio. "Sarge! I think Oreos is down!"

"Dammit! You know, all we really need are some rocket weapons. Then all I gotta do is point in the general direction of the sniper and blow him and his hiding place to hell!" yelled Pyst.

"Great idea. Except we don't have any rockets for you to play with," Sarge replied.

"Well, we could try this the 'Full Metal Jacket' way."

"The what?" asked Twisted.

"We slap together a couple smoke grenades, toss 'em in the area between us and the snipers, use the smoke as cover so the snipers can't see us, then circle behind 'em and shoot them all in the back!"

"Not a bad idea, good thinkin' boy," Sarge snarled sarcastically.

"Actually I got that from a movie. Ok, does anyone know how to make some smoke bombs?" asked Pyst. The rest stared at him.

"No Pyst you arse, bad idea, he has heat and night vision. Lets not forget the tower that we can't climb, the beach we can't cross and the base we can't reach." Snickers voiced the general opinion.
Suddenly something started beeping on Chael's radar. More of it started happening. No one reacted at first. Not until the high-pitched whistling started.

"GET YER HEADS DOWN!!!" ordered Sarge. The first mortar took out the radar. The second and third blew the pylons to hell. The tracking system was down.
In short the base was getting the shizzat blown out of it.

Deja quickly crawled out of the trench as pieces of shrapnel and rock flew through the air. She dashed to where Sarge had taken cover.

"Glad you made it," smirked Sarge. Deja pecked him on the cheek in a friendly manner.
"Same to you. I thought that bullet had killed you," she said nodding towards his shoulder.
"Killed me? Please, I am invincible!" he crowed. A flat piece of metal whizzed past their heads, narrowly missing Sarge by millimetres.
"Bonehead...."

They both lay on the ground, occasionally checking for hidden Tediz. A noisy whistling sound was getting louder and louder by the second.

"What the-" yelled Deja.

"Duuuuck!!!!!"
Sarge put his arm over Dana's head to protect her from any more flying shrapnel.
"We're gonna have to move...Everybody! Head for the trees!"

Squeaky and Pyst ran away from the exploding base. They both stood there looking at the approaching troops. Squeaky and Pyst could practically hear the music flowing from CuMiT's Metal Slug. Squeaky's familiar fiery eyes blazed while Pyst calmly loaded his machine gun.
"CuMiT's missing out on some good shit here," stated Squeaky. Pyst shook his head as they ran towards the Tediz troops.

"All right, I'll draw out the snipers! Catch ya later Squeaky. You can handle a Tediz patrol right?"
The smell of burning Tediz filled the air.

Pyst ran for the trench and dived in. He poked his head up and instantly bullets tore up the dirt around him.
"Yeah! That's right! Come and get me!!!"
Pyst raised his machine gun and fired blindly in the general direction of the snipers.
"COM' ON!!! WHAT YOU GOT!!!" he screamed. The Master growled.

A bullet ripped through Pyst's shoulder. He fell back in the trench. Sarge yelled at him from the cover of the trees.

"Get your ass out of there!"

"It's just a scratch Sarge!" Another bullet hit Pyst in the chest.
"YOW! DAMMIT! THAT STUNG!!!" Pyst jumped up again and kept firing with his machine gun.
"CHAEL! ILZ! OREOS! RICY! WHERE YOU GUYS AT!?!! SHOOT THEM!!!" Another bullet hit Pyst in the forearm.
"NOW GUYS!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS FOREVER!!!"

*WHAM*

"Sorry it had to come to that. But you weren't listening." The Sergeant lifted the bleeding soldier onto his shoulder. Pyst had slumped into unconsciousness. Sarge lifted the limp squirrel over his shoulder and ran back towards the woods where Deja was taking cover. He dumped Pyst on the soil next to her.

"Take care of him!!" He dashed back to base and slid, raising a dust cloud in his trail, next to the two limp squirrels. He placed Mon on his shoulder.

-WWwWWWWWwwwwwWWWwww....-

"BOMB!" he yelled. He threw himself to the ground as the mortar shell soared over his head and into a computer monitor. The monitor sparked and exploded. Sarge shielded his eyes as the flaming debris landed next to him. He ran back to the woods and placed Mon next to Pyst.

"I'm running out of ammo!" Deja warned.

"Just a bit longer, there's only one lef-"

*KKKKSssss*

"S*KKKKKSssss*elp*KKKKKSssss*nybod*KKKKKsss*?" Oreos voice tried to make contact over the static.

*KKKKssss*

"Ok, two more..." He ran back to where Chael lay unconscious. A bullet scraped the edge of his helmet. He screamed in surprise.
"Shit! Too close, too close TOO CLOSE!!" He realised he was flirting with Death on the dashing rescues. As he flipped Chael over his shoulder and began to make his way back, a mortar exploded metres away from them and filled his right leg with shrapnel.
"OWWWW!!!! Fucking bastards!!!" He limped over to Deja and the others. While Deja sat Chael up against the rest Sarge examined the damage done to his leg.

"I'll live," he muttered.

-WWWWwwWwWWWwwwWwWwWw-

The bazooka exploded behind Sarge as he leaped for cover. He was sent soaring by the explosion.

"Work you useless piece of shit work!!" Oreos yelled into his radio. A voice was heard over the wind.
"YAAAAAAAAAH!"
"HOLY MACKREL!! FLYING SQUIRREL!"

Sarge landed on top of Oreos and the two slammed into a pine tree. They both blacked out.