Chapter 5
*Things were so much easier before,* Eddy thought as he surveyed Rolf's target practice. Double Dee had offered to build Rolf a weapon, but Rolf had refused, saying that he would use the weapon of his ancestor's. He now wore a vest and belt with sheaths for many throwing knives. Eddy had to admit, Rolf had perfect aim.
Eddy nodded, and moved on. Lieutenant Kevin was leading Private's Jimmy, Sara, and Johnny through a small obstacle course. First they ran a short distance, lifting their feet above the tires they had to step they had to step in. Then they crawled under the ropes held up by parts of a picket fence. The next obstacle was to climb up the side of the late Mr. Laymon's house, using large railroad spikes set into the wall. A run across the slanted roof followed that. Finally, a dive into the pond that Ed had dug on the other side of the house. The pond was connected by a long ditch to the creek.
*It was so much simpler when I pretended to only care about money and jawbreakers,* He thought. He called out, "Good job, Private Jimmy," as the he scaled the wall in record time. The young soldier had made much improvements. Double Dee had taken off his braces, so he appeared a bit less fragile.
"Thank you, sir!" he said happily.
Eddy began walking again. *They look up to me. When they wanted leadership, I was their first choice. Why? What have I done to deserve their respect? What if I screw it all up, like every scam I've ever attempted?*
He sat down on the curb, and took out a paperback copy of 'The Art of War: Tactics of a New Age' by R. M. Wonderly. The pages were dog-eared, and many sentences were highlighted. He had done more reading in the ten days since becoming general of the Resistors than in his entire life previously to that point.
'Immediately after defenses are established,' the book read, 'many prominent war figures launch an offensive strike, similar to chess.' Eddy thought of the enemy's nearby base, and he glanced at where Ed and Nazz were installing the last few segments of the electric fence. He stood and shoved the book back into his back pocket.
He walked into the Lab. Sergeant Double Dee was working at a lab table in the former living room, which was stripped of all furniture and carpeting. He was fiddling with a microwave with a satellite dish on top. "What's that?" he asked.
"This is an electromagnetic pulse generator, General Eddy. When operating, it will render all electronic devices within a square mile inoperative."
"Can it be ready by tonight?"
"Yes." He looked at Eddy again. "Why?" "We attack tonight. Everyone has weapons, right?"
"Yes. . . . Nazz's blow dryer blaster will be inoperative in the E.M.P. field, but I can give her a replacement weapon."
"The Nazi camp is more than a mile away, so the E.M.P. won't affect our fences, will it?"
"No. Would you like me to gather the troops?"
"Not yet. Wait until about four o' clock. We'll strike at three a.m."
"Yes, sir!"
"Meanwhile, make sure that everyone's weapons are gonna work."
"I will."
Eddy exited the Lab. Nazz saw him and waved him over.
"Yes, Private?" he asked when he was within earshot.
"The fence is working, like, perfectly, General," she said energetically. "Check it out!" She threw a clump of dirt at the fence. Ton's of sparks flew, and the few blades of grass in the dirt clump caught fire. It hit the ground and lay there, burning out.
"Good job."
"Thank you, General."
"Ed!"
"Yes, General Eddy?" he said, running up.
"How good have you gotten with that billiard-ball-grenade launcher?"
"Oh, oh, oh!" he cried. "Watch this!" He swung the grenade launcher, which was made of parts of a car, with the barrel of an exhaust pipe, off his back and fired. The billiard ball soared through the air, through a tire swing, into a crater that had been made by earlier practice shots, and detonated. "I'm as good as Captain John Meteor on the movie 'Martian Men from the Moon'!"
Eddy nodded. "Good."
Eddy looked at the faces of his army. They were all sitting at the large table in the Food House. He was the only one standing. "Does anyone object to this offensive strike?" he asked.
Lieutenant Kevin stood. "It sounds good, and I'm all for doing some major damage, but what about Nazz? Her blow dryer blaster won't work in the E.M.P. field, will it?"
Double Dee stood. "No, Lieutenant, it won't. However, I will be more than happy to provide a replacement weapon for this mission." He looked at Nazz. "Will that be acceptable?"
"Sounds cool to me," she said.
"Let's do it!" Johnny yelled.
The general smiled. "We attack tonight."
**************************************************************************** **So did you guy's like? I hope so! All of your reviews are very helpful. Please continue to review, and be sure to check out the Twisted Metal fic I should have up soon. I'm collaborating with another author on it (pen name Damien Shepard) and it will have the Ed's in one chapter. It's set up to be the Twisted Metal Tournament, but with weird characters, like the ed's, batman, spawn, Vash the Stampede, etc. See you next chapter!!
*Things were so much easier before,* Eddy thought as he surveyed Rolf's target practice. Double Dee had offered to build Rolf a weapon, but Rolf had refused, saying that he would use the weapon of his ancestor's. He now wore a vest and belt with sheaths for many throwing knives. Eddy had to admit, Rolf had perfect aim.
Eddy nodded, and moved on. Lieutenant Kevin was leading Private's Jimmy, Sara, and Johnny through a small obstacle course. First they ran a short distance, lifting their feet above the tires they had to step they had to step in. Then they crawled under the ropes held up by parts of a picket fence. The next obstacle was to climb up the side of the late Mr. Laymon's house, using large railroad spikes set into the wall. A run across the slanted roof followed that. Finally, a dive into the pond that Ed had dug on the other side of the house. The pond was connected by a long ditch to the creek.
*It was so much simpler when I pretended to only care about money and jawbreakers,* He thought. He called out, "Good job, Private Jimmy," as the he scaled the wall in record time. The young soldier had made much improvements. Double Dee had taken off his braces, so he appeared a bit less fragile.
"Thank you, sir!" he said happily.
Eddy began walking again. *They look up to me. When they wanted leadership, I was their first choice. Why? What have I done to deserve their respect? What if I screw it all up, like every scam I've ever attempted?*
He sat down on the curb, and took out a paperback copy of 'The Art of War: Tactics of a New Age' by R. M. Wonderly. The pages were dog-eared, and many sentences were highlighted. He had done more reading in the ten days since becoming general of the Resistors than in his entire life previously to that point.
'Immediately after defenses are established,' the book read, 'many prominent war figures launch an offensive strike, similar to chess.' Eddy thought of the enemy's nearby base, and he glanced at where Ed and Nazz were installing the last few segments of the electric fence. He stood and shoved the book back into his back pocket.
He walked into the Lab. Sergeant Double Dee was working at a lab table in the former living room, which was stripped of all furniture and carpeting. He was fiddling with a microwave with a satellite dish on top. "What's that?" he asked.
"This is an electromagnetic pulse generator, General Eddy. When operating, it will render all electronic devices within a square mile inoperative."
"Can it be ready by tonight?"
"Yes." He looked at Eddy again. "Why?" "We attack tonight. Everyone has weapons, right?"
"Yes. . . . Nazz's blow dryer blaster will be inoperative in the E.M.P. field, but I can give her a replacement weapon."
"The Nazi camp is more than a mile away, so the E.M.P. won't affect our fences, will it?"
"No. Would you like me to gather the troops?"
"Not yet. Wait until about four o' clock. We'll strike at three a.m."
"Yes, sir!"
"Meanwhile, make sure that everyone's weapons are gonna work."
"I will."
Eddy exited the Lab. Nazz saw him and waved him over.
"Yes, Private?" he asked when he was within earshot.
"The fence is working, like, perfectly, General," she said energetically. "Check it out!" She threw a clump of dirt at the fence. Ton's of sparks flew, and the few blades of grass in the dirt clump caught fire. It hit the ground and lay there, burning out.
"Good job."
"Thank you, General."
"Ed!"
"Yes, General Eddy?" he said, running up.
"How good have you gotten with that billiard-ball-grenade launcher?"
"Oh, oh, oh!" he cried. "Watch this!" He swung the grenade launcher, which was made of parts of a car, with the barrel of an exhaust pipe, off his back and fired. The billiard ball soared through the air, through a tire swing, into a crater that had been made by earlier practice shots, and detonated. "I'm as good as Captain John Meteor on the movie 'Martian Men from the Moon'!"
Eddy nodded. "Good."
Eddy looked at the faces of his army. They were all sitting at the large table in the Food House. He was the only one standing. "Does anyone object to this offensive strike?" he asked.
Lieutenant Kevin stood. "It sounds good, and I'm all for doing some major damage, but what about Nazz? Her blow dryer blaster won't work in the E.M.P. field, will it?"
Double Dee stood. "No, Lieutenant, it won't. However, I will be more than happy to provide a replacement weapon for this mission." He looked at Nazz. "Will that be acceptable?"
"Sounds cool to me," she said.
"Let's do it!" Johnny yelled.
The general smiled. "We attack tonight."
**************************************************************************** **So did you guy's like? I hope so! All of your reviews are very helpful. Please continue to review, and be sure to check out the Twisted Metal fic I should have up soon. I'm collaborating with another author on it (pen name Damien Shepard) and it will have the Ed's in one chapter. It's set up to be the Twisted Metal Tournament, but with weird characters, like the ed's, batman, spawn, Vash the Stampede, etc. See you next chapter!!