The 99th Platoon – The FlatFeet Saga
Act One: Total War


(A/N Well, happy holidays, merry Christmas and happy New Year! Despite being slightly swamped with work and some personal issues, I think the Christmas break will allow for at least one part of the Saga to finish. We're having a bit of a problem with finding archived material that can be made into fan fiction…but I'm sure we'll find a way round that little hole… There are still many plot-falls to fill and many loose ends that need to be tied. The Platoon isn't going anywhere for a while folks… Heh…you're stuck with us whether you like it or not…)

Chapter 4: In the heat of the Night


Blaze's mouth was parched; his hands were sweaty and blistered at once. He'd kill for a glass of water…heck...he'd kill just to break the monotony… His hands were raw, not really burning but still feeling scalded all the same. His heart lifted at the sight of an exit up ahead. He quickly scurried forward and gazed through the diagonal grating.
He had most certainly reached the Laboratory section. A few Tediz in lab coats went quietly about their work as Blaze peeped out through the vent shaft. He was positioned up the back of the lab. As quietly as he could he lifted the grating out of place and cautiously lowered himself into BioLab A. He hit the floor and rolled underneath a desk.
Blaze screwed a silencer onto his 9mm pistol. He had spotted three Tediz.
A pair of brown feet was moving towards the desk he was under. Moving at top speed Blaze was in front of the Tediz in a blink of an eye. The Tediz gasped as Blaze shot it quietly in the chest. He ran to the remaining two targets that hadn't noticed his arrival.
Blaze fired at one's head point blank before ruthlessly turning to the other and firing again.
The lab was clear.

"You know what? **** that."
*BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM*
*ding!*
Dark holstered his pistol. Dark, Stealth and CoolGuy stared blankly at Blaze.
"Well," Blaze asked, "What took you so long?"
"So long?!" CoolGuy laughed, "How'd you get there so fast?" Blaze wiped his sweaty brow.
"Got any water with you?"
Stealth offered Blaze his canteen. The Hedgehog drank it quickly.
"What's going on here?" Stealth asked as soon as Blaze had caught his breath.
"It's the fist lab, BioLab A…nothing too important being done here… What we want is down that door." He pointed to another code-protected steel door with a large "B" on it.
The four of them moved towards it. Blaze reached into his pack and brought out a decoder. Within a minute the door was opened and the group moved deeper into the lab's dark secrets…

The door to Eric Cartman's cell slid open. Cartman's eyes barely opened…
Electric nodes had been taped to his temples and they were using shock therapy to subdue him…to break him down and get the information they needed. And that was the 'mild' treatment…it was going to get worse…
"What did we say your name was again?"
"**** off…" Cartman gasped.
"That's not very nice… I think we'll up the voltage for that one…"
"Wait!" Cartman croaked. He paused.
"Yes?" the Tediz asked.
"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine…"
"Quid pro quo?"
"Exactly."
"Ok…I'm Tediz #977. I come from a batch of smarter, more advanced Tediz… You might recognize the traitor, #987…what do you call him? WWW?"
"You're…related to WWW?"
"From the same batch; but enough about me. How about you?"
Cartman screamed in agony as Tediz #977 spun the torture knob.

"Pyst! Hold your fire!" Cheal screamed, "It's us!"
"GET OUTTA THE WAY!"
Chael flung himself through the air as a tank shell flew past him, collapsing the tunnel behind him.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"I thought there was someone behind you!"
"Idiot!"
"Lame ass!"
"Are we missing something here?" Squeaky asked. Chael and Pyst turned to face FlatFeet and Squeaky.
"Ladies, we can settle this another time…for now…" FlatFeet waved a paw in the direction of freshly arrived Tediz, "We've got work to do."

Ricy fell beak-first into the grass.
"What the ****?!"
He felt a boot against his neck and a berretta pressed against his temple. Harsh Tediz was spoken.
Ricy struggled to free himself, but a strong arm kept his one hand down and the other pinned under his chest. He felt the pistol being pressed against his posterior. His eyes went wide.
"Tediz ****!" he roared.
Amidst all the Tediz gibberish he made out his name.
"How do you know my name?!" he demanded.
"Dunno…maybe cause I'm in your Platoon."
Deja, laughing long and hard, let Ricy off the ground.
"What the hell?! I didn't know you could speak Tediz!"
Deja playfully smacked Ricy on the back of the head.
"There's a lot you don't know partner."
"Damn Deja," Ricy whined, "you're a real ***** yunno?"
Deja casually leaned on Ricy's shoulder.
"I'd do anything to see that look on your face…heh…priceless…"
Ricy did not seem to be enjoying Deja's jest at his expence.
"C'mon Ricy…lighten up a little. I was bored being on perimeter guard…and…" She stopped in mid-sentence. "What happened?"
"It's Red…RedStorm's down."
"What?!"
"Shut up!"
"Huh? Ricy, tell me everythi-"
"No, seriously, be quiet and listen…"

*…*

"False alarm…" Deja sighed.
She felt the barrel of a Tediz standard field rifle pressed against her head. A second Tediz pinned Ricy's arms behind his back.
"We're in the **** now Deja," Ricy moped.
"And it's all your fault!" she snapped, "You should have never let your guard down and let us be captured like rabbits…like this!"
"My fault?! How is this my fault?! You started this by coming an-"
Ricy and Deja lashed out at each other as their Tediz captors tried to control them both. Deja felt the Tediz move its paw out from her arm and using this to her advantage she elbowed it in the ribs and twisted it round into a head-lock, snapped its ankle in two places. Ricy used this moment of violence to break free of his own Tediz and use his three-clawed hand to give it a deadly uppercut to the belly.
The two Tediz writhed helplessly on the floor. Deja drew her pistol and finished them both.
"Good job," she whispered, "and good acting. Nice idea to distract them with our own argument…right?"
"Wait we we're…I mean…uh….never mind…"

Three Tediz and a C.O. stepped into Lab A, to find it in ruins.
"****, the boss isn't gonna like this," one of the grunts babbled.
"Forget it. This place is useless to us now. Just get the files and let's get outta here."
One of the Tediz walked to a computer on a desk and swept off the shattered glass. While he was typing at the computer, and putting a floppy in, the other Tediz were walking around, aimlessly.
Agent Oreos slowly lowered himself from the ceiling to the clueless Tediz. He armed his weapon.
"Hey, you guys suck.... at guarding..."
The 3 patrolling Tediz looked up, and were greeted by a bullet from a Falcon 2. The one at the computer did not move.
"You, at the computer," Oreos said in perfect Tediz, "what are you doing?"
"None of your business."
The Tediz pushed the computer off its desk, destroying it and whatever documents where being downloaded. Oreos swore.
"Hey, I could've used that!"

*Bang!*

"Crap. James Bond would've been able to get the disk... why couldn't I? Stupid little Tediz... and 'you guys suck at guarding', damn, I gotta find better material. Gotta watch some more Bond movies after this mission is over..." he flipped to the ground and punched the button on the door decoder to enter BioLab B.

Breathe.
Breathe damn it!
………
Wake up RedStorm.
RedStorm gratefully sucked in a mouthful of oxygen. He was in a holding cell of sorts, flat on his back on a wooden bench. He gingerly pressed the spot on his chest where the AR fire had spun him round like a top. He fished around in the bullet hole until he reached his bulletproof vest. He pulled out the flattened bullet. RedStorm rubbed his eyes with exhaustion.
There were no windows in his cell…he was deep within the complex's interior. Giant speakers were stationed on each side of the room and there were multiple T.V. screens in front of him. He tried to sit up and found all he could do was move his hands. His feet were in cuffs attached to the bench whilst his hands were in loose shackles…
One of the T.V. screens flickered on. It was Tediz #977.
"Hello! I hope you enjoy the show…we'll talk about it…afterwards… Good luck."
And with that the rest of the T.V. screens flickered on, and the dual speakers began blaring…

Mon was walking towards the hangar, following the sound of the numerous explosions and the trail of dead bodies. He turned a corner and did a quick double take behind an ammunition crate as three Tediz went bowling past. They were speaking to each other as if their lives depended on it… Mon decided to follow them at a distance.
"Is this it?" one bellowed, "Are we all that's left?"
"That ****ing psycho gunned us all down!"
"Who are we kidding we don't stand a chance…"
"We've still got one card to play!"
"You don't mean-"
"Yes! Yes I do!"

The Pyst's manic laughter rang down the hallway…
"Yoo-hoo?! Where aaaaaare you?!"
The Tediz began to run faster.