PART THREE
Meanwhile, Van and Dryden are near the ocean. They are going to have to swim the length of No Man's Land beneath the surface of the water, and come up on the other side, behind the gun stand.
"Look how far it is, Captain!" comments Dryden with worry. "There is no way we can make it!"
"We have to try!"
"But Captain."
"Wait! Lord Van!" says a small voice. They turn to see two small children running up to them, carrying brightly coloured plastic things.
"You could use our snorkel and flipper sets!"
"Yeah! We'll help you, because your doctor helped us!" The child flashes a grin lacking some teeth and shows them his arm. It is bandaged. He had been caught in the blast.
Van and Dryden gratefully accept the gifts and put them on. Then they take to the water and swim for all their might.
After what seems like five minutes, they signal each other. They stop and do rock-paper-scissors, to decide who has to check where they are. On three, van picks rock, and Dryden picks scissors. Dryden surfaces, and sees the shack where the guns are being sold. They had gone slightly past, and are in a good position.
He dives back down and motions to Van. The two surface and pull their masks down around their necks. They get to the back of the shack. Dryden moves off in one direction around the shack, to see how heavily guarded it is.
Van tries the door to behind the counter, and it is locked. A sign reads OUT TO LUNCH. When Dryden returns he hold up one finger, indicating the amount of guards. Van points at the door and jiggles the handle again to show its inaccessibility.
Dryden flashes a 'fear not' look and pulls a hairpin out of his hair putting it to the lock. He makes quick work of the door, and silently pulls it open. He enters the stand, keeping low to the ground and checks the guns. He takes the latest models and hands them back out to Van, who puts them in a duffle bag. He constantly surveys the area, keeping watch.
Dryden indicates to fill one of the guns up, and Van obliges, going out to the ocean. When he returns, Dryden takes it from him and exits the shack. He shuts the door.
"Fill the rest up." He whispers. "I'll be back." Dryden moves to the side of the shack as Van drags the duffle bag to the shoreline.
Pressed against the wall of the shack, Dryden makes small noises, like whispers and creaks, enticing Chesta the guard to come check it out.
Chesta hears, and checks his weapon with a little squirt. He cautiously moves toward the sounds. As he rounds the corner, he gets the barrel of a gun in his face.
"Drop your weapon, twerp." Commands Dryden. Chesta lets the gun fall. "Any last words?" Dryden asks. Chesta opens his mouth to scream and alert the others, but his mouth is filled with water as Dryden pulls the trigger without a second thought.
Seconds later, the limp body of Chesta is dragged back behind the shack by Dryden to where Van is waiting with the full water guns.
"You shot him in the face?" Van whispers hoarsely. He shudders and turns away sickly.
"I do what I have to do." Dryden simply responds. "We have two choices. We can snorkel back to the Great Wall. or try and take Dilandau by storm."
"There are two of us, and twenty of them. I say we spy." Says Van.
"Well you are captain. Captain."
"I will NOT accept any sarcasm or back sass from my soldiers, you understand me!" Van narrows his eyes and angrily whispers, trying to get his control back over the situation. He crawls back into the shack and peeks over the counter. What he sees horrifies him. "Dryden.come look.."
Dryden joins him and smiles at the sight, but it shortly fades away. On the other side of the breadth of the beach, Allen is waylaid by ten or eleven dragon slayers. His terrified shouts can be heard al the way on Van's side of the beach.
"Milerna! Van! HEEEELLLLPP!!!"
Van swallows and glances at Dryden.
"What do we do now, Captain?" Dryden asks him.
"We can't overtake them now that they have one of our own! It's too dangerous. They could kill him."
"An eye for an eye, I say. We killed that blond little runt outside the shack. Let 'em kill Allen. Who needs him?"
"How can you say that?" gasps Van.
"I'm joking, Captain."
"Not funny, Dryden."
"Let's head back to the Great Wall. We'll gather some other survivors from the innocent bystanders. Then we can recuperate and attempt a rescue."
"Right."
Goggles and snorkels back on, Dryden and Van leap back into the ocean and swim for their side of No Man's Land, dragging the duffle bag behind them.
Back on the beach, behind the shack, Chesta's dead body was propped up against the wall- the first casualty of war.
* * *
"My God! Chesta! CHESTA!!" Miguel screams and shakes Chesta's body. "Why? Why did I join in this madness! Why didn't I stay at my summer job? Why?" Miguel's sobs were stopped short when Gatti poked his head out of the shack.
He says, "Whoever did this took a lot of guns."
"It seems that Allen was merely a decoy." Claims Dalet.
Miguel stands up, balling his fists. "Chesta." he whimpers. His face becomes angry. "We will kill our captive. Allen will die. They are going to pay for this!"
To Be Continued.
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Meanwhile, Van and Dryden are near the ocean. They are going to have to swim the length of No Man's Land beneath the surface of the water, and come up on the other side, behind the gun stand.
"Look how far it is, Captain!" comments Dryden with worry. "There is no way we can make it!"
"We have to try!"
"But Captain."
"Wait! Lord Van!" says a small voice. They turn to see two small children running up to them, carrying brightly coloured plastic things.
"You could use our snorkel and flipper sets!"
"Yeah! We'll help you, because your doctor helped us!" The child flashes a grin lacking some teeth and shows them his arm. It is bandaged. He had been caught in the blast.
Van and Dryden gratefully accept the gifts and put them on. Then they take to the water and swim for all their might.
After what seems like five minutes, they signal each other. They stop and do rock-paper-scissors, to decide who has to check where they are. On three, van picks rock, and Dryden picks scissors. Dryden surfaces, and sees the shack where the guns are being sold. They had gone slightly past, and are in a good position.
He dives back down and motions to Van. The two surface and pull their masks down around their necks. They get to the back of the shack. Dryden moves off in one direction around the shack, to see how heavily guarded it is.
Van tries the door to behind the counter, and it is locked. A sign reads OUT TO LUNCH. When Dryden returns he hold up one finger, indicating the amount of guards. Van points at the door and jiggles the handle again to show its inaccessibility.
Dryden flashes a 'fear not' look and pulls a hairpin out of his hair putting it to the lock. He makes quick work of the door, and silently pulls it open. He enters the stand, keeping low to the ground and checks the guns. He takes the latest models and hands them back out to Van, who puts them in a duffle bag. He constantly surveys the area, keeping watch.
Dryden indicates to fill one of the guns up, and Van obliges, going out to the ocean. When he returns, Dryden takes it from him and exits the shack. He shuts the door.
"Fill the rest up." He whispers. "I'll be back." Dryden moves to the side of the shack as Van drags the duffle bag to the shoreline.
Pressed against the wall of the shack, Dryden makes small noises, like whispers and creaks, enticing Chesta the guard to come check it out.
Chesta hears, and checks his weapon with a little squirt. He cautiously moves toward the sounds. As he rounds the corner, he gets the barrel of a gun in his face.
"Drop your weapon, twerp." Commands Dryden. Chesta lets the gun fall. "Any last words?" Dryden asks. Chesta opens his mouth to scream and alert the others, but his mouth is filled with water as Dryden pulls the trigger without a second thought.
Seconds later, the limp body of Chesta is dragged back behind the shack by Dryden to where Van is waiting with the full water guns.
"You shot him in the face?" Van whispers hoarsely. He shudders and turns away sickly.
"I do what I have to do." Dryden simply responds. "We have two choices. We can snorkel back to the Great Wall. or try and take Dilandau by storm."
"There are two of us, and twenty of them. I say we spy." Says Van.
"Well you are captain. Captain."
"I will NOT accept any sarcasm or back sass from my soldiers, you understand me!" Van narrows his eyes and angrily whispers, trying to get his control back over the situation. He crawls back into the shack and peeks over the counter. What he sees horrifies him. "Dryden.come look.."
Dryden joins him and smiles at the sight, but it shortly fades away. On the other side of the breadth of the beach, Allen is waylaid by ten or eleven dragon slayers. His terrified shouts can be heard al the way on Van's side of the beach.
"Milerna! Van! HEEEELLLLPP!!!"
Van swallows and glances at Dryden.
"What do we do now, Captain?" Dryden asks him.
"We can't overtake them now that they have one of our own! It's too dangerous. They could kill him."
"An eye for an eye, I say. We killed that blond little runt outside the shack. Let 'em kill Allen. Who needs him?"
"How can you say that?" gasps Van.
"I'm joking, Captain."
"Not funny, Dryden."
"Let's head back to the Great Wall. We'll gather some other survivors from the innocent bystanders. Then we can recuperate and attempt a rescue."
"Right."
Goggles and snorkels back on, Dryden and Van leap back into the ocean and swim for their side of No Man's Land, dragging the duffle bag behind them.
Back on the beach, behind the shack, Chesta's dead body was propped up against the wall- the first casualty of war.
* * *
"My God! Chesta! CHESTA!!" Miguel screams and shakes Chesta's body. "Why? Why did I join in this madness! Why didn't I stay at my summer job? Why?" Miguel's sobs were stopped short when Gatti poked his head out of the shack.
He says, "Whoever did this took a lot of guns."
"It seems that Allen was merely a decoy." Claims Dalet.
Miguel stands up, balling his fists. "Chesta." he whimpers. His face becomes angry. "We will kill our captive. Allen will die. They are going to pay for this!"
To Be Continued.
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