The 99th Platoon – The FlatFeet Saga
Act Three: Into the Lair

(A/N Most of this chapter is dedicated to the most capable and ever creative second in command for the 99th, OO Agent Oreos. Most of this chapter was his creation, save for parts of the final confrontation that were created right now for a little story neatness and continuity. There's really not much more to say. For those interested this chapter officially makes The FlatFeet Saga, otherwise referred to as The Omega Chronicle, the longest fanfic to date, and to think it isn't over yet! If you're still reading it means we haven't bored you to death. If you care to read or review, either are appreciated.)

Chapter 17: The Rogue Agent

Oreos sat there. Still there, leaning against the wall, with his throat dry and his leg still in pain. He dared not to look at it, in fear that the maggots would return. The last thing he remembered was seeing Chael do something to his leg, and that was it.
Oreos rubbed his chin. He could feel the thick little hairs as if he hasn't shaved for months…
"Have I even been here for a month? Who cares," he said aloud, his voice raspy, "I'm gonna die in this hellhole anyways."
Hey, it's me again…
"Leave me alone..." Oreos whined, "I hate you."
I helped you, and that's how you treat me?
"You didn't help me do ANYTHING! STOP PLAYING WITH MY MIND IT! IT WON'T WORK!"
I healed your leg. You should be thankful
"Chael did. Not you."
Yes I did. You think Chael really has the power to help you? You think anyone in the platoon would even bother to help you? Look at Pyst. He helped you. That's as much as you'll get from them
" you. Shut up. I told you already. That stuff won't work on me."
Don't lie to yourself Oreos. You hate doing that, don't you remember? Pyst chopped off your leg, Chael left you alone, and the others aren't even bothering to find you
"Give them time. They'll find me"
In case you're wondering, it's been exactly one month and 3 days
"Liar!"
This is my place. I know how much time passes by; where everybody is, how everything works, and I know that you have no more friends anymore... The platoon has abandoned you. They need to pay
"They can't do that to me... they-"
They can, and they did. Make them pay
"They did... how come they didn't find me... for so long? Why... I'd do the same for them... I would…honest…"
Exactly. Make them pay for not caring about you. Teach them a lesson
Oreos stood up.
That's a good boy. Go on... take that gun. It's your favourite... I know it is
He did as he was told, and picked up his K7 Avenger. He rubbed it gently, like a soft cat.
"They will pay," he growled.

Blaze had just finished off his duplicate.
"See?" he grinned panting, "Nothing can beat me."
"Oh yeah?"
Blaze turned around.
"Oreos! Where have you been man? We've been looking all over for you!"
"LIAR!"
Oreos took out a combat knife, and charged at Blaze, who sidestepped and tripped Oreos.
"Oreos! What the-- Oh no... DON'T LET IT CONTROL YOU! You can beat Omega!"
"I'm not being controlled you idiot. You're going to pay for what you did to me!"
"Huh? What!"
Oreos threw his knife, and struck Blaze in the leg. Blaze cringed in pain, and yanked the knife out. He took out a pistol and aimed it at Oreos.
"I don't want to shoot you man..."
"Then it's time for you to die." Oreos took his K7 which was strapped to his back and-

BAM

Blaze had shot Oreos in the shoulder. Oreos fell onto one knee.
"You !"
"YOU'RE NOT OREOS ANYMORE!"
Blaze closed his eyes and gave two more bullets to him in the chest. Oreos fell onto his back. Blaze turned and called out to the others at the far end of the street. They were dealing with the last of the Shadows.
"My leg... hurts like hell..." Blaze whispered.
"You shot me..."
Blaze looked up, and met a rifle's butt in his face. He fell back, and looked Oreos towering over him.
"I never did anything to you, and you shot me..."
"Don't...do...it..."
Oreos stomped on Blaze's wound, making him holler in pain. He then held his K7 high in the air, as if holding a sword and ready to stab something hard. He brought the tip of the K7 down hard and fast on Blaze's face.
Blaze, of course, could do nothing. Every few seconds he felt the sharp pain in his face, every time it came down...again...and again...and again...
By the time Oreos was done, the corpse lay there motionless; its face nothing but a bloody mess.
"There... you've learned your lesson..."

"Who's next...?" the Agent whispered, advancing on his friends.
Dark's ears perked up, and he jumped into the air. He saw Oreos standing over the bloody Blaze. His eyes burned. How could Oreos do something like that? Dark's violet irises were completely swathed in a milky white fog. He didn't notice it, but Oreos did. The Squirrel staggered back a bit, aiming his K7 at the panther. By the time he even put his finger on the trigger, Dark was at his side.
Dark slammed his knee into Oreos' leg. The Squirrel immediately dropped to one knee, raising his aim once more. The Panther knocked the K7 away from him, sending a kick to his jaw. Oreos looked up at Dark from his place on the cold street.
Blade's wounds began to heal rapidly, as if they had never occurred.
"That prick…" Oreos thought. What had he done to them? Now they were knocking him around. They will all have to be taught a lesson...hard. Oreos managed to control his rage.
Oreos slowly began to regain his cool-headedness. He now knew that the Omega was just playing with him. He smiled at the Panther.
"Hey, man, help me up."
Dark sensed the coolness in Oreos' voice, and he reached down. He grabbed the Squirrel's hand, lifting him to his feet. Dark was smiling. He nodded to Oreos, who nodded back. Seemingly, Oreos' leg began to heal.
Dark looked to Blaze. He smacked the Hedgehog in the side of the head.
"Get up!"
Blaze's eyelids fluttered open and he found himself staring at the one and only Dark. He half-smiled. The Panther helped him to his feet and began to move him towards where Sarge, Mon and RedStorm were trying to wake the unconscious.
Dark turned his back to Oreos, as he put his paws together to make one joint fist, and slammed it against Dark's head.
"Stop it! You're stronger than this! You can fight it!" Blaze yelled, still too weak to stand up.
"You have no right to talk to me."
Dark got up slowly.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Dark growled.
"Omega," Blaze answered, Oreos eyeing both dangerously. "How can we help him?"
"I think I know one way…" the Black Panther rumbled.
Dark threw a fist, but Oreos caught it, and returned the favour. Blaze stood up and tried the same thing, but the Double 0 ducked and gave it to the Hedgehog in the stomach, then tripped him.
Dark took his fighting stance.
" I see you've been practising."
"I'm not a Double O for nothing." He laughed looking at the Panther. "I've always wanted to test my full potential."
"Bring it!"

Dark tried to punch Oreos, but Oreos blocked with his forearm. The Panther punched the squirrel in the stomach. Furious, Oreos grabbed Dark's arm, pulled him close, and punched his nose three times, than kicked Dark in the stomach, right before grabbing Dark's favourite sword.
Blaze tried to tackle Oreos, but the corrupted Squirrel lashed wildly at his comrade, and back-kicked him in the head. Oreos approached Dark.
"Tell me how it feels to killed by your own weapon of choice."
"If you don't come to your senses I'm going to murder you."
"It's too bad you can't... I guess you can say the same thing to me...but there are some things worse than death."
Oreos grinned, but right before he plunged the sword at Dark's throat, a paw grabbed his arm. Oreos looked to his side, and saw the one person who he completely forgot.
"Flatfeet...?"
"Hey... did ya miss me?" the Squirrel grinned, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
Oreos was practically gasping. He dropped the sword.
"It's really you!"
"Finally! You made it out! We've been looking for you all over the place!"
"I'm sorry for pulling you guys into this... Oreos. You should know better. No 99ner would ever turn his or her back on you, would you do the same to them?"
"... I'm sorry... Dark...Blaze... The Omega is strong"
"Yeah, yeah... just don't touch my sword again, capische?"
"Bah, it's all good," Blaze grinned. Suddenly he slapped his forehead. He just remembered that he had to warn Sarge. He ran, a trail of dust behind him.
Shaking it off Oreos turned to FlatFeet.
"Alright. You're here, does that mean we've rescued you?"
"No. Chael helped free my mental projection from the Omeag's grip. I'm here to help you guys."
"Against what?"
Suddenly, the ground started shaking.
", get ready guys, it's finally coming," FlatFeet said, staring at the massive cracks forming in the middle of the street.
A massive paw reached up from the ground, but pretty soon, the entire body rose from the concrete.
It was gigantic; it had the form of one of the Komiz, but that was certainly to do with the fact that the virus was programmed that way. It's vein showed from all parts of his body, green and glowing liquid flowing in it. It was three times the size of Dark, the tallest member of the Platoon, and its pulsating red eyes meant it was ready to kill.
I have no more use for this weak mind; my powers have reached their maximum. Once you've been destroyed I shall stimulate the sedated virus in FlatFeet's bloodstream and be allowed full use of this body's mind and power
"That's what you think face." A flame-coloured feline stepped out of the nearest alleyway. A brilliantly white Hawk and an enraged Tediz followed. With them came the Professor.
"Sorry we're a little late," WWW growled, staring at the mass of muscle that had risen from the street. "Ricy and I got…caught up."
There was a flash of white light, and a small silver orb appeared in front of them. A white mist seeped out of it, floating towards Stealth and CoolGuy. At once both sprung to their feet, ready for battle. The silver orb struck FlatFeet in the chest, flooding the Squirrel with a sense of confidence that he hadn't felt since his infection.
What is this! the Omega growled, his words causing the crumbled buildings around them to tremble.
Mon, RedStorm and Sarge walked forwards, with the rejuvenated CoolGuy and Stealth following. At long last there was a golden glow and the same metallic iris that Stealth had seen expanded to reveal Chael, a wide grin on his white muzzle.
"If you want FlatFeet," Sarge explained, "You're going to have to go through all of us."
Surprisingly the Omega began laughing. Sarge frowned. The other eyed each other warily, very slowly arming their selves.
Blaze appeared, as if from no where, panting from overuse of his incredible speed resort.
"Sarge!"
The Omega's laughter shook the ground beneath their feet. A bulging sack began to grow out from where the Omega's heart would be. Slowly the flesh-like cocoon began to reveal the Squirrel trapped within. Sarge's eyes went wide.
"Sarge…" Blaze gasped, "He's got Deja!"