Chapter 11: Mission Syringe
Lieutenant Kevin greeted the people picked for his mission, Double Dee, Johnny, Rolf, and Nazz. "All right, listen up," he said. "Our mission is to go to the Hospital, pick up as many medical supplies as possible, and leave with an ambulance—preferably two. Now, the hospital is too far away to walk to, and all of the cars in the neighborhood have been taken apart for parts, so our first stop will be at the strip mall outside of the neighborhood. You know the one-with the candy store, hardware store, beauty salon. We'll pick up a car there, and take it to the hospital." Just then, the lights went out, then flickered back on. 'Not again! Double Dee, why the heck does that keep happening?"
"Well, sir, I assume that since no adults are running the power plant, all of the electricity we are using is from the batteries. We must be running them down quite quickly, especially with that fence. Soon, we won't have power at all, if we don't think of something. My, this is quite a problem. . . "
"Can you build a generator, and set it up so that all the power comes from it, instead of the plant?" Kevin asked.
"Well, redirecting where we get our power shouldn't be a problem. . . though it will require some time in the sewers, not a prospect I relish. The real problem is the generator itself. It would have to be something that would fit in the sewers, and would generate enough energy. I honestly don't think I can. I'm sorry, Lieutenant."
Kevin sighed and nodded. "Speaking of the sewers, will we begin to have the same problem with water?"
Double Dee shook his head. 'We shouldn't. The Water Cleansing Facility is mostly machine operated, anyways. I can, however, make it so that we can control all of the functions from the Operator's Room, rather than having to go to the facility."
Kevin nodded. "Another day."
"Umm, Kevin?" Nazz asked.
"Yes, Private."
"Like, do you know how to drive? Because I don't think any of us do."
"I don't have a license, but yes, know how to drive. Rolf, I thought you could drive too. Can you?"
Rolf nodded. "Rolf is very skilled in the operating of the tractor," he said. "I will aid in the driving of the ambulances, Lieutenant Kevin."
"Good man. Does everybody have their weapons? All right, lets go."
They walked in silence to the electrical fence. Kevin held a walkie-talkie to his face. "Operator, deactivate and open the fence."
"Yes, sir," Mandy said. The fence stopped humming and slid open. The squadron walked outside. "Close and electrify the fence," Kevin said into the walkie-talkie. The gate slid closed and began humming again. "Oh, one more thing, team," he said. "This mission is codenamed 'Syringe'. Let's go."
They made their way to the end of the neighborhood in the silence. Across the street was the strip mall—and in front of it was a New Nazi soldier, smoking a cigarette. He hadn't noticed them yet. Johnny raised his bomb- ball gun.
Weapon Fact File: Bomb-ball gun. A paintball gun modified to shoot at ten times normal pressure, and much more accurately. The ammunition is paintball-sized D-4 explosive, a hard substance that explodes on impact. The bomb-ball gun features a single shot mode and a burst shot mode, in which it will rapidly fire five shots.
"No," Double Dee whispered. "Let me." He gestured to his weapon. "Silencer." He raised his rifle, peered through the scope, and fired. The soldier fell to the ground, the point of a nail poking out of his head.
"Let's go," Kevin said. They quickly ran across the street, seeing no more soldiers. "This one," Kevin said, pointing at a silver Mazda RX8. "Fast as crap. And they have a suicide door for a backseat. RX7 didn't even have a backseat." A large grim was plastered on his face.
"Boys," Nazz said. She opened the suicide door. "Hey, it's unlocked. But how are we gonna start it?"
"No problem. Load up everybody." Nazz got in the backseat, between Double Dee and Johnny, Rolf took the passenger seat, and Kevin sat behind the wheel. "Hmm," he said, looking on the dash and in the glovebox. "No key's."
Nazz snorted. "That's all? You were just hoping that the owner left the key's in here?"
"Well. . . kinda."
"My god," she said.
'Don't worry," Kevin said. "I have other methods." He pulled out a pair of wire cutters from his pocket and began working under the wheel. After a few seconds, the car started.
"Quiet," Johnny commented.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "She don't roar, she purrs."
Nazz snorted again. "Boys," she repeated.
"All right, crew, lets jam!" Kevin said, pulling out onto the road."
AUTHORS NOTE: well, here it is; chapter eleven. I apologize for the short chapters lately, but I'm doing my best. Its summer vacation, and I have more to do than when I had school!
To adress a few questions about The Cartoon Cartoon War, yes, I will bring in more characters(in fact, be on the lookout for a brief appearance by a certain boy genius sometime in the next few chapters), but Johnny Bravo and the girls from Totally Spies probably wont. This is for the simple fact of their respective ages: do you really think adults will take orders from Eddy? I think not. I am still debating whether to put in the Kids Next Door. Once again, an issue of power, and they are an established army. If I let in numbas 1 through 5, then I need to let in the other hundred kids next door.
Anyways, I have decided start dedicating my stories. This one I am dedicating to my friend Karen, because she lives in Korea, and doesn't take offense at the fact that I made Korea part of the New Nazis. So Bunnie, this one's for you.
If any of you have time, please R&R my Mortal Kombat fanfic entitled 'Sub- Zero: Future Ruler. It's an Alternate Universe fic, which I don't usually write, but I had this idea and it wouldn't go away. Also, soon I'll start a crossover fic called Codename: Mobians Next Door, a crossover between kids next door and sonic the hedgehog.
Anyways, please review, and until next time, Don't do anything I would do
Stryke Manson the Manslayer
Lieutenant Kevin greeted the people picked for his mission, Double Dee, Johnny, Rolf, and Nazz. "All right, listen up," he said. "Our mission is to go to the Hospital, pick up as many medical supplies as possible, and leave with an ambulance—preferably two. Now, the hospital is too far away to walk to, and all of the cars in the neighborhood have been taken apart for parts, so our first stop will be at the strip mall outside of the neighborhood. You know the one-with the candy store, hardware store, beauty salon. We'll pick up a car there, and take it to the hospital." Just then, the lights went out, then flickered back on. 'Not again! Double Dee, why the heck does that keep happening?"
"Well, sir, I assume that since no adults are running the power plant, all of the electricity we are using is from the batteries. We must be running them down quite quickly, especially with that fence. Soon, we won't have power at all, if we don't think of something. My, this is quite a problem. . . "
"Can you build a generator, and set it up so that all the power comes from it, instead of the plant?" Kevin asked.
"Well, redirecting where we get our power shouldn't be a problem. . . though it will require some time in the sewers, not a prospect I relish. The real problem is the generator itself. It would have to be something that would fit in the sewers, and would generate enough energy. I honestly don't think I can. I'm sorry, Lieutenant."
Kevin sighed and nodded. "Speaking of the sewers, will we begin to have the same problem with water?"
Double Dee shook his head. 'We shouldn't. The Water Cleansing Facility is mostly machine operated, anyways. I can, however, make it so that we can control all of the functions from the Operator's Room, rather than having to go to the facility."
Kevin nodded. "Another day."
"Umm, Kevin?" Nazz asked.
"Yes, Private."
"Like, do you know how to drive? Because I don't think any of us do."
"I don't have a license, but yes, know how to drive. Rolf, I thought you could drive too. Can you?"
Rolf nodded. "Rolf is very skilled in the operating of the tractor," he said. "I will aid in the driving of the ambulances, Lieutenant Kevin."
"Good man. Does everybody have their weapons? All right, lets go."
They walked in silence to the electrical fence. Kevin held a walkie-talkie to his face. "Operator, deactivate and open the fence."
"Yes, sir," Mandy said. The fence stopped humming and slid open. The squadron walked outside. "Close and electrify the fence," Kevin said into the walkie-talkie. The gate slid closed and began humming again. "Oh, one more thing, team," he said. "This mission is codenamed 'Syringe'. Let's go."
They made their way to the end of the neighborhood in the silence. Across the street was the strip mall—and in front of it was a New Nazi soldier, smoking a cigarette. He hadn't noticed them yet. Johnny raised his bomb- ball gun.
Weapon Fact File: Bomb-ball gun. A paintball gun modified to shoot at ten times normal pressure, and much more accurately. The ammunition is paintball-sized D-4 explosive, a hard substance that explodes on impact. The bomb-ball gun features a single shot mode and a burst shot mode, in which it will rapidly fire five shots.
"No," Double Dee whispered. "Let me." He gestured to his weapon. "Silencer." He raised his rifle, peered through the scope, and fired. The soldier fell to the ground, the point of a nail poking out of his head.
"Let's go," Kevin said. They quickly ran across the street, seeing no more soldiers. "This one," Kevin said, pointing at a silver Mazda RX8. "Fast as crap. And they have a suicide door for a backseat. RX7 didn't even have a backseat." A large grim was plastered on his face.
"Boys," Nazz said. She opened the suicide door. "Hey, it's unlocked. But how are we gonna start it?"
"No problem. Load up everybody." Nazz got in the backseat, between Double Dee and Johnny, Rolf took the passenger seat, and Kevin sat behind the wheel. "Hmm," he said, looking on the dash and in the glovebox. "No key's."
Nazz snorted. "That's all? You were just hoping that the owner left the key's in here?"
"Well. . . kinda."
"My god," she said.
'Don't worry," Kevin said. "I have other methods." He pulled out a pair of wire cutters from his pocket and began working under the wheel. After a few seconds, the car started.
"Quiet," Johnny commented.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "She don't roar, she purrs."
Nazz snorted again. "Boys," she repeated.
"All right, crew, lets jam!" Kevin said, pulling out onto the road."
AUTHORS NOTE: well, here it is; chapter eleven. I apologize for the short chapters lately, but I'm doing my best. Its summer vacation, and I have more to do than when I had school!
To adress a few questions about The Cartoon Cartoon War, yes, I will bring in more characters(in fact, be on the lookout for a brief appearance by a certain boy genius sometime in the next few chapters), but Johnny Bravo and the girls from Totally Spies probably wont. This is for the simple fact of their respective ages: do you really think adults will take orders from Eddy? I think not. I am still debating whether to put in the Kids Next Door. Once again, an issue of power, and they are an established army. If I let in numbas 1 through 5, then I need to let in the other hundred kids next door.
Anyways, I have decided start dedicating my stories. This one I am dedicating to my friend Karen, because she lives in Korea, and doesn't take offense at the fact that I made Korea part of the New Nazis. So Bunnie, this one's for you.
If any of you have time, please R&R my Mortal Kombat fanfic entitled 'Sub- Zero: Future Ruler. It's an Alternate Universe fic, which I don't usually write, but I had this idea and it wouldn't go away. Also, soon I'll start a crossover fic called Codename: Mobians Next Door, a crossover between kids next door and sonic the hedgehog.
Anyways, please review, and until next time, Don't do anything I would do
Stryke Manson the Manslayer