Chapter Ten: Retaliation
Double Dee pushed the left joystick forward. The whirring of the fan/rotors grew loader, and the Lounge Chopper lifted off the floor. Double Dee waved at Eddy before raising into the sky and heading towards the enemy forces.
"Double Dee to base Operator," he said into the headset. "Do you read me?"
"Loud and clear," Private Johnny replied. "You're gonna wanna turn to your three o' clock." Double Dee had taught everyone the proper terms before the meeting. 'There's a clump of enemy soldiers, and what looks like one of those S.A.M. launchers you told me about."
"Roger," Double Dee said, flipping a switch. The bombs lowered a bit, until the bottoms poked out of the bottom of the chair. A handheld vacuum cleaner came out of the side of the chair—it was to shoot out missile- confusing chaff and flares. "Weapon and defense systems armed. I see the S.A.M. launcher."
At that moment, a missile fired. Double Dee quickly pressed a button, firing off chaff and flares. The missile detonated below and behind him. The shockwaves jerked him about in his seat belt, causing him to bite his tongue.
"Owww!" he moaned. "Oh, I hope that doesn't get infected." He positioned the Lounge chopper above the S.A.M. launcher and released a Class One Pyro Bomb. At the same time, he pushed a joystick forward, getting as much altitude as possible.
The explosion took out more than half of the Nazi troops, since his bomb detonated all of the missiles on the S.A.M. launcher. From then on, it was easy pickings.
Sergeant Double Dee guided the Lounge Chopper to a smooth landing inside of the Armory. Lieutenant Kevin awaited him. "Good job, Sergeant," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
"I was assigned a mission. We need to travel to the hospital, get as many medical supplies as possible, and travel back, with an ambulance. I need a team of three, and I want you on it. You in?"
Double Dee nodded. "When do we leave?"
"Twenty-two hundred hours. Meet in the Armory at twenty-one-thirty, understood?"
Double Dee saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Authors Note: Here you are: chapter ten. Some of you might complain that the battle wasn't very descriptive, or was to short, but there was a reason for that: pretty much all that was involved was positioning himself over things, and dropping bombs. Not really exciting. Anyways, it was a good way to introduce the Lounge Chopper, which will probably be very important later.
Another thing, just to clue in those of you who don't know, S.A.M. stands for Surface-to-Air-Missile. Very useful against enemy chopper/planes. I'm not sure if chaff and flares would work against S.A.M.s, but they do work against some missiles, and are in fact used by the military to protect jets, so I decided to use them, and hope someone from the air force doesn't review and call me a frickin idiot.
Well, as always, please review, and if you want to email me, you can do so at please start the subject with the letters FFR, so I know it's not spam.
Until next time, don't do anything I would do Stryke Manson the Manslayer
Double Dee pushed the left joystick forward. The whirring of the fan/rotors grew loader, and the Lounge Chopper lifted off the floor. Double Dee waved at Eddy before raising into the sky and heading towards the enemy forces.
"Double Dee to base Operator," he said into the headset. "Do you read me?"
"Loud and clear," Private Johnny replied. "You're gonna wanna turn to your three o' clock." Double Dee had taught everyone the proper terms before the meeting. 'There's a clump of enemy soldiers, and what looks like one of those S.A.M. launchers you told me about."
"Roger," Double Dee said, flipping a switch. The bombs lowered a bit, until the bottoms poked out of the bottom of the chair. A handheld vacuum cleaner came out of the side of the chair—it was to shoot out missile- confusing chaff and flares. "Weapon and defense systems armed. I see the S.A.M. launcher."
At that moment, a missile fired. Double Dee quickly pressed a button, firing off chaff and flares. The missile detonated below and behind him. The shockwaves jerked him about in his seat belt, causing him to bite his tongue.
"Owww!" he moaned. "Oh, I hope that doesn't get infected." He positioned the Lounge chopper above the S.A.M. launcher and released a Class One Pyro Bomb. At the same time, he pushed a joystick forward, getting as much altitude as possible.
The explosion took out more than half of the Nazi troops, since his bomb detonated all of the missiles on the S.A.M. launcher. From then on, it was easy pickings.
Sergeant Double Dee guided the Lounge Chopper to a smooth landing inside of the Armory. Lieutenant Kevin awaited him. "Good job, Sergeant," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
"I was assigned a mission. We need to travel to the hospital, get as many medical supplies as possible, and travel back, with an ambulance. I need a team of three, and I want you on it. You in?"
Double Dee nodded. "When do we leave?"
"Twenty-two hundred hours. Meet in the Armory at twenty-one-thirty, understood?"
Double Dee saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Authors Note: Here you are: chapter ten. Some of you might complain that the battle wasn't very descriptive, or was to short, but there was a reason for that: pretty much all that was involved was positioning himself over things, and dropping bombs. Not really exciting. Anyways, it was a good way to introduce the Lounge Chopper, which will probably be very important later.
Another thing, just to clue in those of you who don't know, S.A.M. stands for Surface-to-Air-Missile. Very useful against enemy chopper/planes. I'm not sure if chaff and flares would work against S.A.M.s, but they do work against some missiles, and are in fact used by the military to protect jets, so I decided to use them, and hope someone from the air force doesn't review and call me a frickin idiot.
Well, as always, please review, and if you want to email me, you can do so at please start the subject with the letters FFR, so I know it's not spam.
Until next time, don't do anything I would do Stryke Manson the Manslayer