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

(A/N I can see these chapters lengthening. See, here in Word the documents look well trimmed when paragraphs are shown by indents – but I know from experience that indent on FanFiction looks crowded. So I have to space it. It looks icky. Does anyone know a way for me to get my texts looking "Word" like if you know what I mean? Bold, Italics? I'd be indebted. Ta.)

Chapter 12: Jail Birds

The door to the cell slid open and Pyst was thrown in, on the floor, unconscious. Sarge kicked him awake. Pyst woke up, gasping one word.
"Deja!!"
"!!!"
Sarge kicked Pyst hard in the ribs. He then  stomped on his kneecaps.
"He-OW! Stop Sa-OW!! I'm awake! Sarg-OWW!!!"
"No good piece-a-shit!" cussed Sarge. Oreos fought to restrain him.
"Sarge! Relax!"
Sarge walked off to the corner muttering silently. Oreos informed Pyst of the situation.
"I don't believe it," he finally managed to stammer.
"WWW was the master mind all along," Mon added helpfully.
"And now what's gonna happen?"
Sarge stirred in his vengeful silence.

"We'll be experimented on till we are of no more use. Then they're gonna chop us into little pieces and throw us in the filtration system."
"You're a ray of sunshine Sarge, have I ever told you that," spat Pyst bitterly.
"You! You were not given the right to speak soldier!"
"Shutting up..."
"So. What are we gonna do?" asked Coolguy. RedStorm laughed.
"We gotta think and we gotta think fast!"

"Problem?"
"Yah mon…"
"What the heck are we supposed to do?"
"Well we cou'd sit here oonder this here tree forever or we coul'd risk ar necks mon for the captured blightas. Whatcha make of it Snickers?"
"Was that English?" The rumble of thunder echoed over the island. Menacing clouds loomed overhead. A flash of lightening painted the sky a brilliant silver.
"Oh crap."
"What?"
"We is under a tree in a thunder storm."
"And?"
"I t'ink I'll leave you here to find out fer yerself." ILZ made a mad dash away from the tree. Snickers was two seconds behind when the lightening fork tore the tree in two.
Over-heated sap exploded igniting the air around it. Wooden shrapnel shards tore through the air itself, lacerated the surrounding shrubbery – a wooden mace. The two squirrels were flung through the air, dirt trails marked their harsh re-entry. ILZ shook his shaggy head and looked up at the billowing black trench coat in front of them.
"And where the fook have you been?"

Dana "Deja" Rodriguez lay down on the wooden slab meant to be a bed. She was thrown in isolation for being "exceedingly violent" She was reclining against the wall, feet on the bench. Her bright eyes appeared to float in the infinite darkness. The door to the cell slid open. A Tediz. Its stitched mouth was twisted in a cocky, sly smile. He almost swayed up to the Squirrel. Deja eyed him cautiously. In a swift movement he had her arms pinned behind her back. Deja's heart raced but then froze. She heard the sound of unzipping.
"HELL NO!"
She struggled against her captor's grip. The Tediz was sniggering. With a mighty heave she got one arm free. It was all she needed. She slammed her hand hard where…where no man likes to get hit. The Tediz gasped in pain. Deja's knuckles were clenched white.
"YOU WANT FUN PREETY BOY?!?! YOU'LL NEED A PAIR OF THESE! SO YOUR GONNA HAFTA TURN AROUND AND GET YOUR BALL-LESS BODY OUTTA! MY! CELL!!" she screamed right into the Tediz face. The beast was whimpering. And he whimpered still as he hobbled out of the room.
"Pyst…" Deja sighed. Suddenly she slapped herself hard. "What the hell did I say? Pyst? Eeeewwww…"

The first Tediz Scientist took three and a half hours to reach the cell. Darkness was everywhere when there should have been some trace of light. There was no more doubt. They were underground.
"Now, now, now, who shall it be?" the Scientist muttered to himself. "The red-tinted one? The medical officer? Or the dangerous looking one that had the bazooka? The Sergeant! No it will be…"
A brown paw was pointed.
Pointed directly at Joshua "FlatFeet" Evans.
"NO!" shrieked Cherry. Armed Tediz stormed the cell. They tore the couple apart. Cherry stood up, trying to save her husband. But FlatFeet signalled to her to sit down. This was nor the time nor the place. He gave her one last look. He mouthed three words to her.
I. Love. You.

"Wot we gonna do?" asked ILZ. "Evarybady has been capt'r'd 'cept os." Dark thought for a moment, then noticed a sewer system running into the Tediz base out of the corner of his eye.
"Over there," he said. "It's our only choice."
They slid into the murky muck. Snickers turned up his nose.
"The things I do for my country…" ILZ rolled his eyes. They swam until they came up to an iron barricade. Dark took a deep breath and plunged under. Snickers groaned.
"You've gotta be shittin' me!"
"Na choice," said ILZ as he swam under the barricade, trying to ignore the smell of the water. Snickers reluctantly followed. Dark was already gazing down the tunnels ahead. He had left his stench-ridden coat in the water. It was of no use now. ILZ had a green tHiNg hanging off one of his dreadlocks. Snickers recoiled.

"Nobody knows the trouble I've seen..." hummed Deja. She rattled a tin cup across the bars.
*taka-taka-taka-taka-tak*
"Nobody knows my sorrow..."
"I do."
"Who the-"
"It's me, Flatfeet."
"Where are you?"
"In the cell next door."
"You sound like shit." She slid closer to the wall. FlatFeet sighed long and hard.
"Yeah. Let's leave it at that. You?"
"I crushed a perverted Tediz nuts."
"…"
"What?"
"I know they're the enemy and all but: DANG GIRL!"

"Don't worry Cherry. Tediz specialise in cloning."
"Yeah," snorted Chael, "We would know."
"The real FlatFeet is probably being held somewhere, alive and in one piece, because they only want the finest samples of Squirrel," he pointed to himself and the other Squirrels, "Hawk," he pointed to Ricy, "or Panther" he made a motion as if to point to someone but stopped in midair. "Where's Dark?"
"I dunno, he vanished after he backed down from the gate," chirped Mon. Sarge grinned and started laughing uncontrollably.
"What is it?" demanded Squeaky.
"Sarge!" yelled Stealth in frustration. Oreos suddenly nodded. He understood.
"Hold on troops," he said, "the cavalry is coming."

Seconds became minutes. Minutes became long, long hours. Some slept. Others refused to relax. Mon was drifting off into a stupor when he was violently jerked back to reality. Tediz arms grabbed him. He had been dreaming of the home he left in Porto Rico. Son of a brilliant brain surgeon he had everything he wanted. Except freedom and happiness. When the trucks for the volunteers drove past his balcony he wrote a quick note, grabbed a wad of cash and literally leapt into the bandwagon. Who can tell where these little things in life lead up to? All he knew was that he was strapped into a dentist's chair where two Surgeons with drills – power drills – were suiting up.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit," said the first.
"Shut the fuck up and pass me a cigarette," replied the second.

*grrrrr...*

"Bloody Hell!"
"It's that sodding Panther!"
"Quick! Quick, into character!"

*Nycha nycha! Hrrrr!*

*vvv-va vvv-va*

"Sheeti poopoo.."
"Feke helle..." The two silver tipped stakes entered the fluff like brain and pinned the two "Doctors" to the chair. Snickers admired Dark's handiwork.
"Touché"
Dark spat onto the floor. ILZ untied Mon from the chair.

"I will survive..." sung Deja.
"I will survive..." continued Flatfeet.
"Oh yeah! I will survi-"

*pift-pift-pift*

The Walter PPK fire left one Tediz guard with two bullet holes in his chest and the other one crippled on the floor, minus a leg.
"Jail break Deja?" suggested FlatFeet.
"'bout bloody time."
FlatFeet and Deja both walked between their cell bars grabbed the keys off of the dead guards, walked back in, unlocked the cell door and walked out. The Cavalry stared dumbstruck.
"Hello?" asked FlatFeet mockingly.
"What are we waiting for?" chirped Deja. The two former captives walked in the direction of "Cell block B" the Cavalry chugging behind.

"I'll raise you 30," stated the first Komiz.
"Call. What ya got?" answered the second.
"Full House,"
"You son-of-a!! Cheat!!!" ILZ sneaked toward the key rack. Just as he grabbed the keys...
"Hey guys look it's ILZ!" yelled Pyst. Cold stares filled the cell.
"Oh....Too late to take it back now…" The Komiz on duty quickly forgot about their card game.
ILZ tossed the keys to Ricy. He quickly opened the lock and the captives poured out. In the meantime the two Komiz were suited up and armed. Flamethrower with bulletproof vest. Assault Rifle with targeting visor.
"One fair fight, one! Is it too much to ask?" moaned Twisted in despair.