Okay, so maybe I didn't post this one so quickly...
I think I'll just stick up this disclaimer I found and go wallow in my own guilt now...
wanders off
(Disclaimer: I am not a crook)
"Two words," I snapped, "Life Experience. I've broken into a heavily armed military base before and you haven't."
Once,Cross pointed out, And I know for a fact you didn't do it by yourself.
'And I'm alone right now?' I wondered.
What was going on right now, for those unaware, was possibly the most pathetic scene conceivable: I was arguing with a green parasitic monster on who got to be in charge of my body for our little mission.
The plan itself was a fairly simple one: break into a government base and steal some sort of transportation that would take us to the place that Cross insisted Vox was hiding out at. He was hacking into computer databases for a week before our truce, so I believed him when he said he'd found Vox's base.
I had some issues with actually needing transportation, but Cross had some sort of problem with Chaos Control - I only knew that it made him uncomfortable for some reason - so here we were.
"Why did you even bother waking me up, if I'm not going to be DOING anything?" I asked, feeling really frustrated by this point, "If you want to do everything yourself so much, just forget our stupid deal and take over already!"
Touchy, touchy,Cross hissed back at me, All right, then let's see what you can do, hedgehog.
Great. And now for the annoying part. I stayed hidden amidst the low foliage while creeping closer to the far walls of the base.
This was not a GUN base, nor had it ever been one. This was an actual military base, deep in the Amazon. I could see soldiers marching around and some tanks lined up. They could not see me, of course, partially because I am extremely good at sneaking around under bushes and partly because it was the middle of the night.
Furthermore, all of these humans were very relaxed. They weren't expecting any trouble.
The long-range vehicles are kept in an underground bunker,Cross mentioned.
Getting in wasn't that tough either. I pried the cover off of a ventilation shaft and climbed in, then I snuck out of the shaft into a deserted storeroom. Cross even refrained from making smarmy comments about what I was doing - I suppose he hadn't felt confident of getting past the security himself.
The corridors were going to be a different story. Brightly lit, with no hiding places. They were deserted for right now, but that would change: there would be at least a token guard patrol on each floor. Taking one last look around, I began walking. The military had helpfully posted signs to keep people from getting lost, and so I was being lead to the hanger by big yellow arrow signs.
"Did you see the game last night?"
Uh-oh - I barely ducked into a branching corridor before a pair of the soldiers from before walked past me. They didn't look my way, but the main corridor was long and straight in both directions. If one turned around, they'd see me - if one turned around RIGHT NOW I was toast.
"No, I was on gate duty until 1145 hours...so, who won?"
I leapt up behind the two of them: one good kick to the back of their necks dropped them both. Then I had to drag them one at a time into the branching corridor, before heading for the hanger at a run. They'd be missed and I'd be found out sooner or later...
Unfortunately I was discovered. Three soldiers and a technician on the hanger floor noticed me as I went past in search of the hanger itself: there were no helpful signs on this higher-security level.
"Hey, you're not allowed access in here," the soldiers yelled.
If they chased me, they'd alert the whole base - I bolted right towards them, dodged the handle of a rifle that was being swatted at me, only to be hit right between the eyes by the wrench of the panicking tech. Normally, a mere wrench would not even have phased me, but I was already tired and Cross's ever-present prescence was distracting.
Then three rifle-butts began hitting me in the head and I hit the floor...
What's that saying? When you want something done right, it must be done yourself!
The idiot had been knocked senseless by three humans and a wrench! I was almost ashamed to be seen with him...but no matter.
Taking control of the body was easy enough. The humans backed off when I leapt to my feet and grinned at them, baring the lovely fangs that had grown in on this otherwise ugly form.
"What is that thing!?" the humans yelled, before I was suddenly upon them.
I so wanted to hear them scream and beg for their misrable lives...unfortunately, if my plan was going to work we needed to get out of here undetected...so I simply snapped their necks as quickly as possible and released my control. There was no real need to have such an annoying body if I couldn't have any fun in it anyway...
I was wondering if the word overkill was applicable to the carnage Cross had left behind him when I spotted the red light on the wall going off. A silent alarm?
The high-pitched siren that suddenly starting going off overhead sure wasn't silent.
"Reinforcements are coming...where is that stupid hanger anyway?!"
You are so PATHETIC! Walk over to that computer, before anyone ELSE finds us!
I walked over to the computer and waited for whatever was supposed to happen. All of a sudden I felt groggy...so tired...and my vision was dim...but...
Somehow, even though I felt like I was mostly asleep, my body was moving! Cross was using my body to hack into the computer system at high speed, pulling up a floor map. So this is what his control felt like when I was fully aware for it!
"As you can see, the way to the hanger is left, right, pass four, and then another left," Cross said with my mouth, "So hurry up and lets get out of here!"
Once he let go of control, I felt awake again and started running. At full speed, I got to the hanger in less than three minutes. There were some planes, some jeeps, and some things that looked like hovertanks with jet engines attached to them. None of the planes were ready to go, but one of the hover-things was, so I sprang for it.
The guards, unused to seeing partially green and scalely hedgehogs stealing military equipment, opened fire. Bullets bounced off the armor of our new transport as I managed to quickly find the throttle and shoved it to maximum. The hanger doors were only half open, but they and the reinforced fences beyond were easily dealt with.
"Well, this is impressive," I made a point of noting aloud.
Hovering tanks, big deal,Cross snorted, At least you got the one with a full tank of fuel.
"So now what happens?" I asked.
"Now," Cross replied as the cockpit suddenly went dark around me, "You let me take care of the rest from here."
Okay ppl, that purple button isn't just there for decoration.
Tell me you love it, tell me you hate it, but at least TELL ME YOU READ IT!!!!!!!
I think I'll just stick up this disclaimer I found and go wallow in my own guilt now...
wanders off
(Disclaimer: I am not a crook)
"Two words," I snapped, "Life Experience. I've broken into a heavily armed military base before and you haven't."
Once,Cross pointed out, And I know for a fact you didn't do it by yourself.
'And I'm alone right now?' I wondered.
What was going on right now, for those unaware, was possibly the most pathetic scene conceivable: I was arguing with a green parasitic monster on who got to be in charge of my body for our little mission.
The plan itself was a fairly simple one: break into a government base and steal some sort of transportation that would take us to the place that Cross insisted Vox was hiding out at. He was hacking into computer databases for a week before our truce, so I believed him when he said he'd found Vox's base.
I had some issues with actually needing transportation, but Cross had some sort of problem with Chaos Control - I only knew that it made him uncomfortable for some reason - so here we were.
"Why did you even bother waking me up, if I'm not going to be DOING anything?" I asked, feeling really frustrated by this point, "If you want to do everything yourself so much, just forget our stupid deal and take over already!"
Touchy, touchy,Cross hissed back at me, All right, then let's see what you can do, hedgehog.
Great. And now for the annoying part. I stayed hidden amidst the low foliage while creeping closer to the far walls of the base.
This was not a GUN base, nor had it ever been one. This was an actual military base, deep in the Amazon. I could see soldiers marching around and some tanks lined up. They could not see me, of course, partially because I am extremely good at sneaking around under bushes and partly because it was the middle of the night.
Furthermore, all of these humans were very relaxed. They weren't expecting any trouble.
The long-range vehicles are kept in an underground bunker,Cross mentioned.
Getting in wasn't that tough either. I pried the cover off of a ventilation shaft and climbed in, then I snuck out of the shaft into a deserted storeroom. Cross even refrained from making smarmy comments about what I was doing - I suppose he hadn't felt confident of getting past the security himself.
The corridors were going to be a different story. Brightly lit, with no hiding places. They were deserted for right now, but that would change: there would be at least a token guard patrol on each floor. Taking one last look around, I began walking. The military had helpfully posted signs to keep people from getting lost, and so I was being lead to the hanger by big yellow arrow signs.
"Did you see the game last night?"
Uh-oh - I barely ducked into a branching corridor before a pair of the soldiers from before walked past me. They didn't look my way, but the main corridor was long and straight in both directions. If one turned around, they'd see me - if one turned around RIGHT NOW I was toast.
"No, I was on gate duty until 1145 hours...so, who won?"
I leapt up behind the two of them: one good kick to the back of their necks dropped them both. Then I had to drag them one at a time into the branching corridor, before heading for the hanger at a run. They'd be missed and I'd be found out sooner or later...
Unfortunately I was discovered. Three soldiers and a technician on the hanger floor noticed me as I went past in search of the hanger itself: there were no helpful signs on this higher-security level.
"Hey, you're not allowed access in here," the soldiers yelled.
If they chased me, they'd alert the whole base - I bolted right towards them, dodged the handle of a rifle that was being swatted at me, only to be hit right between the eyes by the wrench of the panicking tech. Normally, a mere wrench would not even have phased me, but I was already tired and Cross's ever-present prescence was distracting.
Then three rifle-butts began hitting me in the head and I hit the floor...
What's that saying? When you want something done right, it must be done yourself!
The idiot had been knocked senseless by three humans and a wrench! I was almost ashamed to be seen with him...but no matter.
Taking control of the body was easy enough. The humans backed off when I leapt to my feet and grinned at them, baring the lovely fangs that had grown in on this otherwise ugly form.
"What is that thing!?" the humans yelled, before I was suddenly upon them.
I so wanted to hear them scream and beg for their misrable lives...unfortunately, if my plan was going to work we needed to get out of here undetected...so I simply snapped their necks as quickly as possible and released my control. There was no real need to have such an annoying body if I couldn't have any fun in it anyway...
I was wondering if the word overkill was applicable to the carnage Cross had left behind him when I spotted the red light on the wall going off. A silent alarm?
The high-pitched siren that suddenly starting going off overhead sure wasn't silent.
"Reinforcements are coming...where is that stupid hanger anyway?!"
You are so PATHETIC! Walk over to that computer, before anyone ELSE finds us!
I walked over to the computer and waited for whatever was supposed to happen. All of a sudden I felt groggy...so tired...and my vision was dim...but...
Somehow, even though I felt like I was mostly asleep, my body was moving! Cross was using my body to hack into the computer system at high speed, pulling up a floor map. So this is what his control felt like when I was fully aware for it!
"As you can see, the way to the hanger is left, right, pass four, and then another left," Cross said with my mouth, "So hurry up and lets get out of here!"
Once he let go of control, I felt awake again and started running. At full speed, I got to the hanger in less than three minutes. There were some planes, some jeeps, and some things that looked like hovertanks with jet engines attached to them. None of the planes were ready to go, but one of the hover-things was, so I sprang for it.
The guards, unused to seeing partially green and scalely hedgehogs stealing military equipment, opened fire. Bullets bounced off the armor of our new transport as I managed to quickly find the throttle and shoved it to maximum. The hanger doors were only half open, but they and the reinforced fences beyond were easily dealt with.
"Well, this is impressive," I made a point of noting aloud.
Hovering tanks, big deal,Cross snorted, At least you got the one with a full tank of fuel.
"So now what happens?" I asked.
"Now," Cross replied as the cockpit suddenly went dark around me, "You let me take care of the rest from here."
Okay ppl, that purple button isn't just there for decoration.
Tell me you love it, tell me you hate it, but at least TELL ME YOU READ IT!!!!!!!