Chapter 12: Umm, guys?

The RX8 sped down the street. Johnny had decided to stand in between the two front seats and had his upper body poking out of the sunroof, weapon at the ready.

"All in all it's just another brick in the wall," Kevin sung quietly with the CD that had already been in the Mazda.

"Who is this?" Double Dee asked.

Kevin turned around. "What in the—this is Pink Floyd, dude! One of the greatest bands of all time!"

"Hmmm…I like it."

"Got that right."

Double Dee smiled happily inward. Two months ago, Kevin would never have called him 'dude'. The best thing he would have gotten called was 'Double Dweeb'.

There was a loud bang. "Got one!" Johnny said happily.

At the base

The power flickered off yet again, and stayed off. Mandy was getting worried before it finally came back on. "Mandy," crackled General Eddy's voice. She held down a button next to one of the three speakers—for the three different radio channels the Resistors used.

"Yes, General?" she replied, and let go of the button.

"Cut down on fence power, and anything else we can safely cut back on. Conserve energy."

"Yes, sir," she said. "I'll set the fence to twenty percent power, and the radar to ten percent."

"Good man. I mean… you know what I mean."

Mandy grinned. "Yes, sir."

For just a second before she powered down the radar, she thought she saw a flicker of something in the far east, but when the radar powered down she saw nothing. Of course, that did reduce range tenfold, but the Nazi camp was to the north, so she figured it was just her imagination.

Then she heard the crackle of Lieutenant Kevin's voice on another speaker. "Umm, guys?"

A/N: Hahahaha. Cliffhanger! I know, I'm an asshole. Seriously, though I apologize for the extreme lateness of this chapter. For those of you who don't know, it has been six months since I wrote last chapter before I did this one. Why? I was in the Psych Ward. Apparently, being insane is not socially acceptable. Anyways, I finally tricked them into thinking I was 'normal' (which is another topic—what in the hell is 'normal') and they let me out. Dumbasses. Anyways, hopefully there will be no more six month waits.

Until next time, don't do anything I would do

Stryke Manson